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Corrine's Courage Chapter Five
By Michelle R Kidwell Power In The Pen
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
"Corrine's awake!" I could hear the tears in Tyler's voice despite the fact that he was trying desperately to hide them...
I went to a hotel room after being released from the hospital, accompanied by guards. I hated all the attention but after what happened I knew that I needed the guards there was no denying that no matter how much I wanted to deny it, no matter how much I wanted to pretend it wasn’t happening.
Laying in the bed in my room I thought a lot about Corrine. I wanted to go to the hospital and visit her more, but I knew it was not safe. I couldn’t put Corrine in that kind of danger. This maniac was after me and he would hurt anyone who got in his way, I had already discovered that.
Tyler kept telling me not to blame myself that Corrine wouldn’t blame me so I shouldn’t blame myself, but that was hardly helping anyone. I needed to stop letting myself be guilt ridden over what happened, but for some reason I could not help it. All I could do was lay there and pray, pray for my best friend laying in that hospital room. Corrine deserved better than that, she was a wonderful person, and deserved to be home making plans for her upcoming wedding not laying in a hospital bed fighting for her life, because some idiot had this obsession with hurting me and didn’t care who else he hurt in the process.
Tyler called me at the hotel every so often to let me know how Corrine was doing. Every time I heard that phone ring I braced myself for the worst. If you can brace yourself for something like loosing your best friend, which I knew I couldn’t but I tried anyway, thankfully it did not come to that.
“Tyler I want to go to see her, it’s crazy me not being able to see my best friend. I am the reason why she’s in the hospital.”
“Faith will you quit saying that, it’s not your fault, you are not a stalker. It’s that idiot stalking you that is to blame for what happened to Corrine. No one else but him.”
“I just wish I could stop feeling so guilty.”
“Please try and stop blaming yourself it’s not doing anyone good. It’s certainly not bringing Corrine back to us any faster.”
“I know that logically Tyler, but I try and try to stop beating myself over this, but my friend is in the hospital, and I can’t help thinking it’s my fault.”
“It would only upset Corrine if she thought you were blaming yourself.”
“I know, yet I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know how to help her.”
“Faith you have been doing all you can, we all have. Don’t you think it kills me too? She’s the love of my life in a few more months we are going to be married, and here she is laying in a hospital bed. But we can’t go blaming ourselves.”
“I guess you are right, but how do I stop this, how do I stop beating myself up over this? How do I stop thinking of what happened? How do I stop remembering our friends being killed in high school and somehow in my brain thinking that’s going to happen to Corrine? I can’t help but worry I am going to worry about Corrine, worry that I am going to loose my best friend.”
“Faith I worry too, but worrying doesn’t do anything praying does, remember it was Corrine who taught us the importance of prayer?”
Tyler got off the phone after awhile leaving me with my thoughts. Soon I picked up my journal and began doing what I had been doing for a long time, writing everything down. I wrote about Corrine, the accident and not knowing whether Corrine would make it or not.
I came back to Spring Valley hoping to visit Corrine. I had not seen her in so long, nearly a decade, a long time not to see your best friend, and finally put the past behind me enough to come back to the place that had haunted me for so long, but I did not know I would be followed by the same man I believe was stalking me in Atlanta. He started doing so shortly after my book Midnight Murder came out, In the Face of Fear had been out for almost a year but he didn’t stalk me until my second book came out, it was fiction but based on something that happened in high school, three dear friends were killed in a drunk driving accident. Writing that book was a kind of healing experience for me, and that’s why I felt it was time to come back to Spring Valley and visit Corrine. I didn’t know that me coming would lead into an accident, when the stalker decided he would try anyway to get to me, even if it meant hurting my best friend. I can’t help but seeing her head slumped over the steering wheel every time I closed my eyes.
I ended up getting shot myself while I was standing outside, getting some fresh air while I waited to hear on how Corrine was doing, but my injuries were no where near as serious as Corrine’s, I had to go through a shoulder surgery, and have to where a sling, but at least I am conscious, and not facing the possibility of never walking again. Tyler Corrine’s fiancee’ keeps telling me that I shouldn’t be blaming myself, but I can’t help but feel guilty. If I hadn’t come this wouldn’t happen and I know there is no way of getting around that. I guess I will just have to deal with the guilt, and pray about it, but when will I get to stop feeling that everything is my fault.
I put my journal down and tried to get some rest, but rest was not really something that was on my mind. I wanted to see my best friend, wanted her to be okay, but she was in a hospital, and I didn’t know what to do about it. All I knew was that I had to offer her support, which of course I would, she was my best friend in the world. Even after a decade of not seeing each other, that remained a true fact. Corrine was always someone I could keep on.
Laying down only brought more images of Corrine to my head, so I soon found myself trying to flip on the T.V to see if there was some comedy I could watch, something to keep my mind off of everything. Of course nothing worked, but I felt better doing anything other than just laying there and seeing the images of Corrine head slumped over the steering wheel.
It wasn’t only images of Corrine and the accident that came to my memory though. Memories of us as children once again flooded my mind.
Corrine I have Misses Sullivan for my second grade teacher.
Me too, we are going to be in the same class again.
I am glad.
I wonder if she will be nice.
I hope so.
Maybe we will get to sit by each other.
Yeah as long as we don’t get in trouble for Talking like we did in Mister Casey’s class.
We will have to try and not talk during class.
That’s going to be hard.
Yeah it is.
But I am excited, in Second Grade we get to read Chapter books.
Yeah that will be cool.
I think so too.
It was funny how the memories came back to me, not in any particular order, but the memories that come back are fresh, as if they just happened. The images so real. I can remember the pink skirt with matching shirt I was wearing, and Corrine’s jeans, with the flower design on the bottom. I could remember that it was hot that day, and Corrine and I kept going for drinks of water.
The phone rang a few minutes later, shaking me from my shots. As I had since I had come to the hotel I prayed that the call would not be bringing news of my best friends death.
“Corrine’s awake!” I could hear the tears in Tyler’s voice, despite the fact that he was trying desperately to hide them.
“Praise the Lord.”
“Yes thank God!”
“I want to see her!”
“One of the guards is coming to get you. She wants to see you too, I didn’t tell her what happened though. She will kind of figure something is wrong when she sees your left arm in a sling, but lets not worry her okay, let her think you hurt it moving something, because if she knew you were shot that would scare her more.”
“I had no intention of telling her I was shot.”
“How is she doing?”
“Groggy, and not exactly sure what happened, but she’s awake and I thank God for that.”
“Did the doctors tell her anything about her injuries yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“Good I want to be there for her, when they do.”
“They may wait awhile, because they don’t want her giving up.”
“That may be a good thing.”
“I am just happy she’s awake.”
“We all are.”
“I think the guards are here, I better go, see you in a few minutes, tell Corrine I will be there.”
“Okay I will.”
Soon I was on my way to see my best friend. I wondered if she had any memories of what happened. If she had any idea how her life might have changed. Did she have any sense that something was not right with her body? Inside was she freaking out? I prayed that she would be able to handle everything, I knew she was a strong person, but even strong people had breaking points.
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|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|excellent addition to this story, michelle, but are you having problems with your punctuation keys?? just was wondering...still, a very good write; well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd
|It continues to be an interesting story.|