Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Scars ❯ I'm Sorry ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Scars

by Nichole


A/N- I own these Monteiro's only: Christian Sr., Regina and Christian Jr. All other characters are property of Namco.

Note: I write this story when I'm feeling sad, and I am. So here's chapter 3. Enjoy.

Thanks to Meepsie and an Unknown reviewer. I think.



Ch. 3- I'm Sorry


We rode in the police car in complete silence. Not a word was said. All that could be heard was the engine and the 'swish, swish' of other cars driving by. I couldn't help but think 'how can these people drive, laughing and smiling while my life is so messed up?' On our way to Mirari General, we pass the place where the accident occurred. By the gasps and 'MF hells' from the officers, I can tell they didn't know where the accident happened or they wouldn't have brought me through this way. I don't bother to look at them. I'm very surprised that there isn't any blood or anything like that since it was a bad accident. It must've been cleaned up.





We pull up to the hospital. My heart beats so fast, and my throat burns like acid's being poured down it. I didn't notice the officers weren't in the car. They were standing next to my door. Officer Urban pulls the door and I pause; not knowing if I want to get out or not. I was confused. If I get out and go in, then everything is real. Everything that's happened is real. But I take one look at Officer Berry and I know what I have to do. I was scared of what I would find. No, more scared of what I was gonna tell my mom and Chris. They're already sick and need to get well. I don't want to have them sad and not able to get well. So I make the decision not to tell them about dad. I was so deep in thought that I hadn't noticed we'd passed the receptionist desk and were headed to the elevator. On our way to the 7th floor, where the sudden accident patients are placed. At least to my 11 year old mind it was. We've been in silence since the ride here. We reach really big gray doors with big bold red capital letters the words Intensive Care Unit. Underneath abbreviated ICU. We walk inside, the officers and I, to the Nurses station. I'm shorter than the tall sideways 'U' desk, so the nurses don't see me. I hear Officer Berry talking but I can't make out what she's saying. Nor does it seem important. After a few minutes we move, but one of the nurses stops us. Her shoulder length black hair swinging as she comes to stand in front of us and tell Officers Berry and Urban that she can't allow me to go in to see my family because I'm not 14. Officer Urban tells her that this is an emergency, that I have no family in this state. That I need to see for myself that my family is fine. All the while I watch her hands, squeezing each other. When Officer Urban is done, The nurse turns to me. Her dark brown eyes so readable. She touches my shoulder, then hugs me. And speaks to me; her voice shaking. She pulls away and I see no tears. It must be the clinical detachment that others must see in my mom at work. I don't remember what the nurse said, but the look in her eyes told me everything. She didn't just feels sorry; she understood. She steps out of the way and we head to Rm 3341. The door is closed and I stand just in front. I turn the handle slightly before I notice that the Officers aren't coming with me. They tell me that they're going to the waiting room, that my family and I needed alone time. I nod and walk inside. My mom is laying on the bed, flat on her back covered in white sheets. She doesn't notice me; she's looking at the ceiling. I go to stand just where she'd see me to not scare her. She looks down and I see her face visibly relax. I know my mom so well. She was worried about me too, when she should've only worried about Chris and dad. She motions for me to come closer. It's at the moment that I notice her chocolate brown baby face is bruised under her right eye and jaw and under her chin. Her left eye is black and swollen. She has mini white bandages covering her forehead and chin. I can see her nose was bleeding once, it's swollen now. She doesn't even look like she's in any pain. Her hair is a fuzzy mess, but she looks like an Angel. I have to swallow to keep the tears from coming. She seems to sense this and holds her arms wide apart for me to come inside. I do, even though I know she's hurt. She's my mom. She can always make things better.




I pause with my story and I notice that Julia is grabbing tissues from a yellow Kleenex box. She hands them to me. I wipe my nose; it's running slightly. I look up and see she's wiping hers too. After a few minutes of getting myself together, I start back with my story.




"Did you see your brother?" She talks with her face in my hair. It's muffled, but I hear every word. I tell her no speaking with my face to her neck. She smells so good. My mom always wore 'Ciera' Perfume. It's.. It was her favorite. Even though she's in the hospital from an accident, she doesn't cease to spell good.
"Christie.." She sorta stands me up. "Have you seen your dad?"
"Yeah, he's okay." Those words shocked me. How could I just lie to my mom? She looks into my eyes. Then her face starts to scrunch up. I know this look. She's always told Chris and me that she could always tell when we were lying.
"Why'd you just lie to me, Christie?" Her look is so intense that I can't look away. "You know how I feel when you lie." I'm stuck. Between shock of how I lied and how she can lecture me at a time like this.
I break down and tell her. "I didn't mean to lie, mama."
She nods her head. "If you haven't seen your dad, you didn't have to lie. Just say so."
I nod and she looks at me hard. "Why haven't you seen your dad?"
"I just got here. You're the first one I saw." This is the truth.
"Go ask the nurse if your dad's okay. It's important that we know. Okay, Christie?" I didn't know what to say. But my tears fell without my knowing, telling the truth that I couldn't speak in words.
But then I say two words. The only words that I could form. "I'm sorry." I cry so hard that my body shakes. And I see my mom cry. I was young, but I always knew I never wanted to see my mom cry. She cried long and hard, the cries for her other half. In between I hear her saying how much she loved my dad. I found myself comforting her. Holding her close and rocking her like a baby; speaking in soft tones.





It seems like forever when my mom tells me I need to go see my brother. Because she couldn't and she knew he was worried. I nod and she kisses me.
"I love you, Christie. You're my baby." She holds her hands to the sides of my face. "I need you to continue being the big girl that you've been through this, for just a little while longer. Till I get better."
I nod. "I will, mama. I'll make sure Chris knows everything is okay."
I kiss her on the cheek and head out the door. I turn back around and she's nodding with a smile for me to go on.




I turn left to the receptionists desk and the same nurse is there, she hands me a paper and I read it. Rm 4011 is Chris' room. I follow the blue arrows to the waiting room. Officers Urban and Berry stand immediately upon noticing me. I hand her the paper and follow them on the elevator to the 9th floor. Children’s ICU. It looks exactly like the adults, just smaller. It's scary to know that kids need ICU's.
We don't even have to go to the receptionists desk, the nurses tell us to go to his room. Once again when I'm at the door, Berry and Urban go to the waiting room. I open the door and find Chris looking right at me. It seems like forever from the time I looked at him early that morning. I can't help myself, I cry. His face scrunches up like moms and I cry even more. That stupid argument. Stupid. That's all I can think. His eyes are both black, but his left eye is swollen shut. He has a big white bandage over his nose and one on his forehead. He winces when he sits up. He starts to get worried.
"Christie, what's wrong?" I can barely hear him. His mouth is bruised purple. I run to him squeazing him. He makes a noise letting me know it hurts.
"I love you, Chris. That argument we had earlier? I won't ever argue with you again. I promise." I looks at me with a look that I think is shock.
"Christie, I'm okay. I was just worried about everybody." I nod relieved. He's okay. "How's mom?"
"I just left from with her. She's fine. She's actually worried about you." He shakes his head.
"That's mom. How's dad?" I knew that he was gonna ask about dad.
Chris looks at me. He's about to ask me again when talk. "Chris, I haven't seen dad." Tears start to well up. "Dad's not okay.
Chris shakes his head. "No."
"He was hurt bad..."
His hand is shaking on his sheet. "No, Christie. No!"
This is so familiar. Just earlier I did the same thing. "Dad didn't make it, Chris." He starts crying.
I go to him, holding him. "Dad!!!" He calls him as though he would come through the door. I wanted the same thing.





"What happened next, Christie?" Julia asks looking at me instead of writing in the notepad.
"I told him that me, mama and him were going to have to take care of each other. Eventually he was calm again." I hadn't noticed that I was looking at the floor instead of Julia while I was talking.
"He said he wanted me to go to mama and tell her he was fine. That everything was gonna be okay." My lip shakes, me still looking at the floor.
"What happened, Christie? I need to know." She stays looking at me because I can feel it.
"I went to the waiting room. Berry and Urban came with me to mama's room." She nods for me to keep going. "I walked in... I told mama what Chris had said. She smiled, but then something happened. I don't know what. She started shaking. I screamed for help and they ened up pushing me out the door. I peeked throgh the window and saw them tear her gown, putting those electric paddles to make her heart beat again. They were frantic, hollering orders around. But after a while, they quit moving so fast. They put the instruments up and were heading to the door. The brown haired doctor was trying to tell me what happened. All I could see was her brown eyes. I didn't need her to tell me nothing. I knew my mama was...gone. I ran past Urban and Berry to the elevator. I had to get to Chris. I had to be with him. It was just us two now. But when I made it to the receptionists desk, one of the nurses grabbed me trying to tell me something. I broke free, running down the hall to Chris' room. He was laying very still. I came to his side and told him that mama knew he was fine. Then I told him that everything would be okay."




I finally caught my breath. I looked at Julia. "He nodded his head. Said he loved me and started to close his eyes. I told him I was sorry and I told him to stay awake. I even yelled. I shook him and his eyes opened again. He told me that while I was gone he'd gotten sleepy. And that now he was seeing mama. She was telling him that she didn't want it to be his time, but that it was. He had to go."




I turned to look at Julia. "He described how she looked so well, that I knew he had to really be seeing her. He told me that she wanted him to tell me that I was... I was never alone. And to remember that I had a mom, dad and brother who loved me dearly. He was looking past me strangely, then he smiled. He started talking to dad. Then he closed his eyes and didn't move anymore. I told him that I needed him. He couldn't go."




I looked back at the floor. "I ran from the room down the hall and fell. I hollered 'I'm sorry! I'm sorry!... I'm sorry that I didn't go with ya'll! I'm sorry I didn't die too.' I don't remember what happened after that. I know that I left with the Officers and stayed with Officer Berry that night."




She writes this down. "You know what, Christie? You're a lot stronger than you're given credit." She continues writing in the notepad. Everything's quiet for a minute. Then I think of something I hadn't thought of before.
"You know what, doc?" I look at Julia. She finishes writing then lifts her head to me.
"No, I don't Christie." She puts her red pen down.
"If I'd have been 20 then, I'd have known she wasn't going to get better. That she wasn't coming home."
Julia looks slightly shocked. "Why is that?"
"Because she told me to be a big girl, nodding and smiling for me to take care of my brother. You don't do stuff like that unless it's final. You're making sure things are in order before you go." I didn't notice that I was breathing hard.
Julia looks at me closely. "Are you angry, Christie? Angry that your mom left you? That she knew she was dying and didn't tell you?"
I'm quiet. I don't know what to say. She hit them all on the dot. "Yeah, I'm pissed! She knew, she knew and she didn't tell me!"
I hadn't noticed that I was crying, I just felt the tears. I was standing now, standing over Julia. She didn't even move to stand or tell me to sit down. She just let me cry and have my fit.
I finally sat down. Julia was looking at me after looking at her watch.
"Feel better now, Christie?" I nod, I really do feel better. "We're going to have to continue the day after tomorrow... Which is Thursday."
She writes on the notebook and tears the paper for me. "Wait, doc, don't you mean 'finish' this Thursday?"
She looks at me. Then smiles shaking her head. "Christie, hon, this is far from finished. This is just a little tear in the surface."







-----I hope you liked.... I don't really have anything else to say. I'll tell you the title of Chapter 4. It's entitled 'What Am I Gonna Do?' Be on the look out for it. But if I'm still in this sad mood, in a week Chapter 4 will be up. I for real hope I'm not still sad, though.-----


Rain Nichole