Desperate

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by *Eliza02 (01), Nov 9, 2011.

  1. UPDATE ALREADY 
     
  2. Rick's point of view:

    "I SAID LET ME GO!!!" Chelsea desperately screamed as she crazily tried to break loose from the male nurses' holds.

    I spotted one male nurse bring out a rope.

    "Hey, let her go." I sternly ordered, trying to save Chelsea from the bondage.

    "Mr. Anderson," the doctor approached me, "Let the nurses do their job, okay?"

    "But she's hurting!" I angrily reasoned out.

    "I know. But it will only hurt her more if we let her go." the doctor answered.

    I clenched my fists to control myself from punching the wall, or worse, the doctor.
    It's just too cruel. The sight was too brutal.

    Chelsea gave out an ear-splitting scream and broke free from the bondage. She quickly ran towards the door and outside of the hospital.

    "Stop right there!" the nurses shouted. I joined the chase of the crazy patient.

    Chelsea ran and ran until all the nurses were out of breath.

    Me?

    I continued running. It was a perfect chance to help her escape from those cruel nurses. Unfortunately, Chelsea thought that I was one of them.

    "Hey! WAIT!" I called out as the distance between us widened.

    I looked ahead and was shocked with what I saw.

    "CHELSEA! LOOK OUT!!!" I cried out.

    Chelsea glanced at where I was pointing.

    It was a little boy playing under some swaying electrical post. Any minute, those posts will fall and will surely crash into the boy and kill him instantly.

    I froze in my place.
    I wanted to help the little boy but...
    my legs won't even move.

    But...


    Chelsea's legs moved.
    Not AWAY from those dangerous posts.
    But TOWARDS them.

    "CHELSEA! NOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed as she swiftly ran towards the little boy.












    In a split second...



















    The electrical wires came crashing down.
     
  3.  bump!!!! 



     
  4. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH BUMP THIS STORY IS THE NUMBA 1
     
  5. Where did you get the electrical wires idea from?
     
  6. @Ally:

    I thought of it.
    Why? Is there a problem? :(
     
  7. @Eliza no! No problem! In fact I like it 
     
  8. No
    Problem!
    It was actually really smart!
     
  9. @Ally and Tiffany:

    Really?
    Gee, thanks! :)
     
  10. Rick's point of view:

    "So, Doc... h-how is she?" I asked nervously.

    We were back in the hospital. Again.
    But not in the emergency room anymore.
    We are in the OPERATING room right this very moment.

    Why is this getting worse?! :(

    *Flashback*

    "CHELSEA! NOOOOO!!!" I screamed as she ran towards the little boy.

    Chelsea immediately covered the little boy's eyes with her hands and shielded his frail body with hers.

    It was the last scene I saw.
    The electrical posts and wires came CRASHING down and completely COVERED the two of them.

    It was like in the movie.
    This is the part when the audience will start wailing and sniffing because of the touching scene.

    But then...


    This is reality.
    This is real.
    I cannot be a director and just say, "Cut! Back to scene 1!"

    She was there.
    Underneath all those destroyed electrical posts.
    And I didn't even do anything.
    Nothing.
    NOTHING.

    My knees gave up and I collapsed on the ground. After some seconds, tears came rolling down in my face.

    "Chelsea..." I whimpered.

    I slowly got up and approached the scene.

    "Chelsea?" I called out with tears flowing continuously from my eyes.

    There was no answer.

    "CHELSEAAAAA!!!" I screamed and strarted digging my way through those broken wires and posts.

    "CHELSEAAAAA!!!" I screamed again, hoping to get a response.

    Then, I heard a faint cry.

    I quickly followed the sound. Broken glasses wounded and scratched my legs, but I didn't care. There was a chance that Chelsea was still alive!

    "Chelsea?" I called out once more as the cries grew louder and louder.

    I digged through those broken posts with my bleeding hands.

    Then, I saw a hand.
    A hand with a hospital bracelet.
    Chelsea!

    I quickly and desperately removed all those blocks crashing the two figures. As I was digging my way through there, I noticed blood was everywhere.

    Then, I removed the last big block that covered the two of them.

    The sight broke my heart into pieces.

    There was a wailing little boy, wounded but safe.
    But next to him was a girl with her eyes tightly shut.
    Her face was ashen white.
    She was bleeding too much.

    "Chelsea?" I gently called out as I reached for her wimp body.

    "Chelsea, dear. Answer me." I gently ordered, with tears coming back to my eyes.

    I gave her weak slaps, wishing to revive her.

    But her eyes remained closed.

    "CHELSEAAAA!" I wailed as I hugged the bleeding body.

    This is all my fault.
    ALL MY FAULT.

    Then, I felt arms surround me.
    A stretcher was brought beside Chelsea.
    Men in white uniforms surrounded her.

    "Chelsea... p-please w-wake up." I murmured.









    Then, I fainted.
     
  11. Omg update!!!!!