It All Went Black

A car crash, a f*****g car crash! The last words I heard were “You’re a Doctor now; it’s time to step up.” He didn’t even see the car as it hit his own car full on, on the driver’s side. I, who was reduced to sitting the beck seat after the pop incident, was perfectly fine, unscratched and unhurt. That wasn’t even the worst part. I’m the one who half-convinced well… half forced him to give a ride home. It’s all my fault!! Now that I think about it, it’s really rather ironic. He told me I was a Doctor, yet when push came to shove I didn’t, no, couldn’t do anything to help him.

20 minuets later

“JD, JD! Will you please announce the time of death? I don’t really want to be here.” A familiar voice said I’m not really sure who; maybe it was Carla or one the other nurse.

“Time of death 3 pm Sunday, May 14th.” I hear a whisper saying that their sorry, but it’s all rally just a blur.

Two weeks later

Maybe I just imagined it. No it was not just my imagination. No matter how much I wanted it to be. If it was I wouldn’t be at the grave yard, and he wouldn’t be dead. “I would like to thank you all for coming today as we celebrate the life of Percival Cox.” The preacher says, but that’s all I hear for load sobbing fills my ears. It can’t be mine can it? I know I’m girly and all, but even I don’t cry this badly! No it had to be someone else, but then why am I being led out the graveyard by Perry’s sister?

“Dear God JD, he was my brother and I’m not even crying that badly!”

My apology was quickly muffled by another unwanted sob. I tried to apologize again, but failed horribly.

“Hey it’s all right JD. If it makes you feel better he liked you better than anyone. He even stated it once in an e-mail that I don’t think he was going to send because when I got it, it was addressed to you. I don’t know if he knew that he sent it to anyone.”

My sobbing only got worse with every word she said. God why can’t I get in control of myself?

“Ok that didn’t work. JD at least let me give you a ride home okay?”

I just nodded my head thinking that if I spoke the kindness would be shattered. After about two blocks we somehow came a crossed a church. “H-Hey let me o-out here.”

“At the church? Why?”

“No reason just let me out” My voice stronger now and icy.

“All right do you want me to pick you up later?”

I shake my head no as I entered the dark gloom of the Cathedral. As soon as I entered my crying started all over again. It took me awhile to notice the lonely footsteps in the empty church. Instantly my sobbing stopped and was replaced by my heart beating so loud that I was sure that the footsteps could hear it.

“Hello. May I ask what you are doing here?” The voice was like a light in my own darkness blazing brightly as if to see the true identity of the darkness. It was now the only thing I heard, and everything else just seemed to fade away.

“Morning my friend’s death” my voice barely audible, but I didn’t care as long as he spoke again.

“Oh! Well do you mind if I ask you a little about him?”

Of course I minded, but I just couldn’t say it. So instead I told that he could ask. It was moments later that I realized my mistake this was no light bringer, but rather a killer. As soon as I realized it, it was indeed too late for now I feel the cold metal piercing my skin. The warm scarlet liquid forming a pool around my body a smile formed of my lips as I watched my life pass before my eyes all my memories flowing around in my brain. It was truly wonderful as I turn my head to thank the man it…all…..went…..black.

Author's Note

hey i don't own scrubs