CARLY Carly finally stopped crying. Most of her tears had dried up on her cheeks. Her body was sprawled out against the stairs. Her back and legs stung with pain and any small movement made the pain that much worse. She was too weak to move, to call for help. So she lay there. Her eyes began to close slowly, and then just like that, she was out cold. She had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like she had been lying there for hours, days even. She tried to fight it, but in the end she was defeated by the tiredness. CHAD AND ASHLEY Chad sat in his third period class, his eyes wandering, darting back and forth. He didn't know why. It was clear that Kahlan was out for the day. Part of him hoped that it would change and she would come in late. Ashley caught his glances towards the door. "Don't even bother looking for her," the young girl spoke, catching his attention, "She's not here. You must've really upset her." Would she really not show up for school because of a little
KAHLAN AND DAMON "So how is school going?" Damon asked me, "I know you've gotten in to some trouble, but you've made friends right? And a boy likes you. How are your grades?" I chuckled to myself. It was like I was in therapy. I guess that would never change. After all, he was my therapist and we were going to be trapped in a car together all day. "One question at a time, jeez. Grades are good, so far, considering I haven't been going there for very long. I guess I have friends...mainly boys, but I think this is better, there is less drama." Less drama? Hmm, is that why you fought my sister Damon thought. "What about this boy who tried to kiss you?" I felt bad when I thought of him. "His name is Chad," I replied. "He's pretty cool. But I'm not really ready for a relationship right now. I think trust is a big issue." Damon looked over at me. "He's not Ryan Wingo." "Not exactly. But he's a man. He can still hurt me. He's stronger than me." "Anyone could still hurt you, but not ev
ROBERT Mr. Woods was always the last person to exit the plane. It was standard and respectful for the captain. He had left his daughter two days ago, and now found himself missing her, as he always did, but something was different. He had a gut feeling that he should call and check in. He nodded at future passengers, waved and gave out what few Captain stickers he had in his pants to the children. He loved his job. It was great pay, he met many people and got to see different places. It was a blessing to him, it seemed like a curse for Carly. All she wanted was her father to be home. He wouldn't lie, he had missed some of the important things a young girl goes through; first school dance to her first date, to cheerleading competitions. He wished his wife were here. She had died giving birth to Carly. A risk they were aware of when a child is breech, and having to go into an emergency c-section. The day his daughter was born, he lost the woman he loved. It was hard on him. He knew not
KAHLAN AND CHAD Chad and I sat in the waiting room, alone, in silence. Ashley had left to be at her best friend's bedside, just like I wanted her to be. Though I know it was best for Carly, I wished Ashley hadn't left us. The situation between Chad and I was a bit awkward. I tried not to look his way, as he sat in the chair beside me, but I could feel his eyes on me. He obviously wanted to say something to me, and I did want to talk to him...eventually. "So where did you disappear to?" He asked. Now I looked him in his face. It wasn't something I thought he would ask. True, I thought it would be something that he would ask later on, after we made up, but Chad was a man of many questions, and this one seemed to be at the top of his list. "I went to visit my parents," I answered. "Oh... Well I was looking for you." "Oh yeah, what for?" "To apologize... I feel like an idiot," he answered, "You're right. I'm not your boyfriend. Who you talk to, and what you do with them, and why isn
KAHLAN "Hey Kahlan," James said with a smile, "Can I talk to you for a minute." I had my answer. He was waiting for me. I had a feeling this wouldn't be a good talk. "No thanks," I responded, ready to walk right past him. He grabbed me by the arm, whirled me back around, where we could see each other face to face. He wasn't holding me as tight as he held Carly, but still, I felt discomfort and some fear. " I'm gonna need you to let go of my arm." "I just wanted to talk to you," he snarled lowly, "listen...I don't know what you think you know about Carly. Or about what happened to her but I'm going to need you to butt out before someone gets hurt." That was my idea of a confession. However, it was also a warning. "Before who gets hurt?" I asked, giving my arm a little tug, hoping he'd let me go, but he didn't budge. "Before I get hurt?" He just stared. "Who's going to hurt me James? Are you going to hurt me?" He pulled me at such a fast speed, so much closer to him, where I could fe
KAHLAN AND CARLY It had been 5 days since Carly's accident, and her father had yet to show up. But he was sure to call 5 to 10 times a day, with an excuse. It was odd to me, I figured he should have been moving heaven and Earth to get her but he obviously wasn't. After her cleanup and days of pain meds, she was up walking around, like nothing had happened to her. The doctor explained to me that the welts weren't that deep, and would take a few weeks to heal up, possibly leaving a few thin scars. She was lucky. It seemed she was more in shock than anything. Today was the day she was getting released and it was in my custody. "Hello, hello, hello," I said in song as I entered Carly's room, giving a little knock, just in case I was interrupting something. She sat at the end of her bed, smiling, already dressed and ready to go. "I have to say, you are a trooper. That has to be the fastest recovery I have ever seen. It's impressive." "Well, nothing can keep me down," she muttered, trying
KAHLAN AND DAMON "How are you today Dr Meir?" I asked, taking a seat in his chair as I did everytime I came into his office. He gave me a strange look, as if trying to communicate something with me. I disregarded it. I prepared myself for this meeting as best as I could. If Damon Meir wouldn't like my answers regarding James Blake or Carly Woods, he would have to get over it. "I'm alright, you?" I inhaled, thinking over everything that had taken place over the last few days. I had one answer. "Better." "Yeah, I recall you saying that." I smiled. "But what does that mean?" I thought about it. I got to see my home. I got to talk to my family and just get away for a while. Not just that, but I got to save a life. I got to help someone. That was the best feeling, now that I was really thinking about it. "It means happiness," I responded, "I feel happy. I feel like I've finally been able to let myself go." "Let yourself go?" He asked for clarification. I nodded my head. All of these
KAHLAN AND DAMON "Well I first noticed Ryan at a restaurant Angie's family owns. He was a bus boy." I chuckled at the memory. "A very cute bus boy, I might add. I mean, I had seen him around school, but we ran in very different circles. So we never really had a chance to get together and talk." Damon looked. "He was the first guy to walk right up to me in front of my parents and ask for my number, because I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. You should have heard it. It was the cheesiest line ever." I stood up and walked over to Damon's bookshelf, glancing at the books while I talked. I didn't want Damon to see my face as I talked about the old Ryan, because sometimes, those memories still made me smile. They were good memories, but I felt bad for having them. What would Angie and dad think? What would Dr. Meir think? "We dated for a year, my longest relationship yet. He would send me one single rose with all the thorns on it every day he didn't see me. It was really cute."