Mistaken

An unknown identity lead to huge mistake....

She was walking along the lush, garden path late at night to her dorm room at college. A guy in a dark hoodie pounced on her from the bushes. He kept her quiet and yet she tried to scream. The campus was quiet, no one on the North side... He picked her up like a rag doll and carried her off down the path. She kicked and clawed and tried to get away, like an injured doe. He ignored her and kept taking heavy steps to wherever. He eventually stopped under a stone bridge, she knew something was wrong. He pulled a silver blade from his pocket and pointed it at her, "You think you're all that because you can sleep with every guy!" She shook her head frantically, "I-I don't understand." He pressed the knife against her throat, "Oh little Mrs. Paige doesn't understand." She was shaking like a frozen animal, scared, petrified. He pushed her against the bridge wall, "You have no rights in living." He plunged the knife in her stomach and she screamed and then the blood gurgled up in her throat. He just kept at it and plunged the knife into her chest, but missed his target and hit the side. She grunted in pain and darkness started coating her eyes. "P-please, my name is." She started coughing more and he glared at her. "M-my name is Cleo." He shook his head and pulled out a light and shone it on her face. "No, no, no this can't be right." He ran his hands through his dark hair and shook head, "I have to get you to a hospital." He took her blue scarf and tied it tightly over her stomach, pressed his jacket over her chest, and carried her bridal style down the dark road. He rushed to the hospital as her color began to fade. "Please help me!" The bright lights hit her eyes and she twitched and her head started falling back. Nurses and staff came rushing out and set her on a bed and rushed her off. He dropped into a green chair and laid his head in his hands. "We need readings stat, get 2 IVs hooked up, blood and fluids. She has an abdominal laceration and entry into the chest wall, punctured organs could be a possibility. We need a suture kit stat." They hooked monitors up, low blood pressure, slowed heart rate, oxygen levels depleting. They cleaned and sutured, filled her with blood and fluids to keep her alive. He sat in the waiting room plunging himself into hate and grief. They kept pushing to keep her alive and a slow flat, horizontal red line laid across the screen. They got the paddles and charged and her chest jolted up, nothing. They again repeated this and her chest jolted in response. Small spikes held onto the monitor, nothing much but luck, the doctors went with it. They patched her up the best they could and sent her off to ICU. 

~

Nights went by along with days, and nothing but a coma came from Cleo. The staff had done considered death would result in a couple of weeks. He had done nothing but stay by her side. He blamed himself for false recognition, and he blamed himself for what he had done.

~

After 5 weeks recovering in the hospital and nothing but a Coma came from it. They let her go, an expert on her condition had evaluated her and said she would not recover fully and would never function as normally as before. 

He went to her funeral, he had to see her parents there, grieving over a daughter that wanted children, a husband, and to be a a care giver around the world. The casket was blue with lilies engraved in it. They had her black hair curled and a beautiful blue dress with white lace around the edges and arms. She was silent now, no more pain or hurt, just quiet, and all because of him. He sat a white rose on her casket and walked out of the room and waited in his truck. Hours passed and everyone flooded out, ready to go to the cemetery. Eventually they all filed into a line down the highway and made their way into Willow Cemetery. He parked and walked to the white silk tent and found his spot, standing in the back. Everyone sat and they prayed and the preacher said words, along with family. Then each member walked back to her casket one last time, and he placed a locket inside, and laid another white rose. He walked off, looking back once and then left in his black truck....

Police: "We have a wreck on North Bound I-98, black Ford in a gully, we need a wrecker and fire truck, along with an ambulance." 

Dispatcher: "Sending them now."

Ambulance Driver: "We need to get the person out now."

Fire Truck Officer: "Jaws of life, get them ready."

Tow Truck Driver: "We need the truck out of the gully first."

Ambulance Driver: "That could hurt him more, if he is still alive."

Fire Truck Officer: "Get the men down there ASAP."

*sounds echo from the Jaws of Life as they start to pry away metal*

Fire Truck Officer: "We have access."

*sounds fill the air as ambulance officers start running to the aid of the person*

Ambulance Driver: "Get him on a stretcher."

*they began to prep him and get him on the stretcher and up to the ambulance*

Ambulance Driver: "No pulse, no heart beat, nothing."

*they attempt to revive him, but all fails*

Ambulance Driver: "Dead on Impact."

*Things start to clear away as the crew begins clean up and he is rushed off to hospital*

Newspaper Headlines**

"A man seen at the funeral of Cleo Marsinate was pronounced dead only 25 minutes after her funeral services. His truck had plummeted into a gully on North I-98, the cause of the crash is still unknown."

Author's Note

What do y'all think of my depressing story?

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

Intense and rivetting- a great story in the making, needing a little more transitions here and there, but strong imagery, especially in the first part when the attack occurs. It has the feel of being based on truth rather than just imagined fiction. I had to read it fast to the end to see what happened. Tragic and mysterious, the motive of the attacker unknown, who he was going after and why. Thanks for sharing this!

[Starr]

Oh me gosh! Thank you so much, and yes its rough because im telling it from a odd point of view. Thanks Again!

[Stan Lee]

Well researched, a little jerky but has a lot of potential I think. Brings up a few questions in my mind about the murderer. Would he really feel like this I wonder? A little unlikely also that nobody questioned him at any point but like I said this is a good start. It kept my interest right to the end. :)

[Starr]

It was laid out right and the way it was written was the way that i meant for it to be. Thanks anyways...

[Stan Lee]

I didn't say it wasn't.... My apologies if my thoughts offend.

[Starr]

They weren't just saying