SONNY'S P.O.V
JUNE 15th,2013
In front of my eyes I see blue, and red lights flashing all around the gruesome scene. The words: 'This is all your fault', continuously echos inside of my head. "Did I kill someone?" I whisper to myself.
I tried to ignore my splitting headache, but it's pretty tough to do when five men and women are talking to me. "Are you okay hun?" A woman asked me, after gently slipping a brace around my neck.
"I don't think she can hear us" Another voice echoed.
" Maybe she's deaf like that other girl over there in." The same woman from before suggested.
I let out a sigh before speaking. "...I-I can...hear you." I mutter slowly, as the five men and women wheeled me inside a blue ambulance. On the side of my eye, I can still see a small group of police men try to block a large group of paparazzi, and nosy pedestrians from entering the ambulance with me.
"Everything will be fine." a paramedic said to me, while hooking my left arm up to an I.V. She seems to be having trouble using, or moving my right arm. Weird.
"Is she...okay?" I whispered even lower that before.
I was barely able to hear myself, so I was surprised when the same I.V., woman (whom I later learned was named, Karen) had answered me. "...Y-you mean t-that girl i-in t-the o-other ambulance?" She asked. I nod.
"You know that little girl?" A different paramedic asks me, before placing a breathing mask over my mouth.
'Of course I know her, I was the one riding in the freakin' car with her!' I want to scream at all of them, but whatever is blowing out of this mask is making me feel even more tired than I was before, so I only nodded, 'yes'. I noticed these people still have not answered my question., instead they kept staring at each other with worried looks on their faces. Something is not right. What happened tonight? Why am I lying on a gurney? Where is that little girl,...and why can't I remember her name?
"All you need to worry about is, sitting still, and letting us help you." Karen finally answered.
"But-" I started say.
"...Relax." She said after cutting me off, while, a male paramedic secretly slipped a clear liquid into my I.V. As I take my last breath, all I could see was...-
Oops...!, *DELETE*, *DELETE*, *DELETE*! Sorry to interrupt your reading like that, but I'm getting way too ahead of myself. I shouldn't even be telling you this story. You see, this story is not only mine to tell. It's also Chad,a boy named, Carter Cooper, Tawni, Zora, and my two amazing parents' story, too. Yet this story could not have been told, or even happened if it wasn't for an quiet, little storyteller, named...Sin Monroe.
Let's go back to about four years ago. I just turned fifteen on February 14th. It was the first time in three years my mom missed my birthday. I tried to understand why she had broken her promise to come see me, but I knew deep down she was fighting for our country, and that was way more important...but I still missed her.
-TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER TWO-