Skid marks lead Left to her upside down car. He hurries to park and hops out of his car. As he runs toward the mangled vehicle, he hears the cop yelling at him to stop but he doesn't care. Police are the least of his worries now.
As he gets closer to the car, rain drops turn to tears.
"Nooo,Noo,No", he says out loud as he sees the motionless body sitting in the driver seat. As he walks up to the driver side window, he bends down and knocks on the the glass, just like he did in the past.
With a cracked, emotion filled voice, he asks, once again, "Are you ok? Can I open your door?"
With no reply, he opens the door.
"I'm sorry", Left's cop friend says. Left says the same to Amber.
He picks her up and lays her on the cold, wet asphalt. Now, just like she did on the phone, Left loses control of his emotions. He notices the odd ink mark on the back of her arm again. Of course it wasn't an ink mark at all. She had bruises all over her body. Hand marks from where someone was grabbing her. Marks and bruises that should never be on her. Her face, already black and blue from the punch that was delivered to her earlier. Her face, that in Lefts mind should always be smiling, now emotionless and battered. A mixture of anger and sadness hit him all at once. A type of feeling that is demoralizing. debilitating. The feeling of failure enters his thoughts. He didn't do enough, he thinks. How does this kind of thing happen to someone as nice as her. Someone as Right as her.
The ambulance finally shows up. The EMT R.I.P her away from his grasp. Her hand finally slipping away from his.
The Gas Station Attendant is Left again but this time is different, this time his heart breaks, his soul cracks and his spirit is shot down. He unlocks the gas station, and without turning on the lights, he grabs a bottle. As he drinks, he watches the tow truck clean the wreck up. Left doesn't cry much. Neither do the clouds these days. But tonight, a monsoon will remain stationary at the gas station.
Now he is Left; Alone.
As he gets closer to the car, rain drops turn to tears.
"Nooo,Noo,No", he says out loud as he sees the motionless body sitting in the driver seat. As he walks up to the driver side window, he bends down and knocks on the the glass, just like he did in the past.
With a cracked, emotion filled voice, he asks, once again, "Are you ok? Can I open your door?"
With no reply, he opens the door.
"I'm sorry", Left's cop friend says. Left says the same to Amber.
He picks her up and lays her on the cold, wet asphalt. Now, just like she did on the phone, Left loses control of his emotions. He notices the odd ink mark on the back of her arm again. Of course it wasn't an ink mark at all. She had bruises all over her body. Hand marks from where someone was grabbing her. Marks and bruises that should never be on her. Her face, already black and blue from the punch that was delivered to her earlier. Her face, that in Lefts mind should always be smiling, now emotionless and battered. A mixture of anger and sadness hit him all at once. A type of feeling that is demoralizing. debilitating. The feeling of failure enters his thoughts. He didn't do enough, he thinks. How does this kind of thing happen to someone as nice as her. Someone as Right as her.
The ambulance finally shows up. The EMT R.I.P her away from his grasp. Her hand finally slipping away from his.
The Gas Station Attendant is Left again but this time is different, this time his heart breaks, his soul cracks and his spirit is shot down. He unlocks the gas station, and without turning on the lights, he grabs a bottle. As he drinks, he watches the tow truck clean the wreck up. Left doesn't cry much. Neither do the clouds these days. But tonight, a monsoon will remain stationary at the gas station.
Now he is Left; Alone.
