Romeo And Julie Alternate Ending
I needed to get away. I had to get away from all of the comforting nurses. I didn’t ask for this. For any of this.
“Mr. Bradford!” The nurses called after me. I didn’t want to speak to them. “Mr. Bradford, let me help you!”
I couldn’t be near them, near anyone. I locked myself in an empty procedure room, and sobbed. The sounds of my tears hitting the white, tile floor echoed in the barren room. I sat in the dark, hugging my knees and let my mind wander.
Standing up I told myself, “If only I had seen that truck. How could I not have, my beautiful daughter Hadley would still be alive.” I punched the wall repeatedly, creating a hole the size of my clenched fist in the drywall. “If I had been more careful...this is all my fault...her death is all my fault.”
“Rufus,” Julie called, “your patient has arrived.”
I shook away the haunting memory and tried to bring myself back to the present.
“Rufus!”
“Oh Julie, hello. What can I do for you?” I answered with a sigh.
“Rufus your patient is here,” Julie responded.
“I’ll be right there!” I’d have to save my regrets for another time, work was …show more content…
Cut it out! You’re embarrassing me!”
I smiled at the memory, but my joy was soon erased.
Singing even louder, “DON’T STOP BELIE-”
“DAD WATCH OUT!”
A white pickup truck plowed our tiny sudan to the edge of the road and onto it’s side, the passenger side, where Hadley was.
I dropped to my knees and held my head in my hands, letting my tears stream down my cheeks.
“She was all I had,” I murmured through sobs. “She was my little girl, and I let her slip away. How could I have been so stupid!” My sorrow quickly turned to rage. “How could I do this to her! She would still be here and we would be living back in the city, and everything would be all right. Of course I had to go and screw it all up! Of course I did!”
By now I had began pacing the floor once again. Back, and forth, Back, and forth. Back, and forth. Back, and forth. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to feel ok again, to have no regrets, but clearly that was not going to happen. So, I screamed. I screamed so the whole camp could hear me. I didn’t care. I didn’t care what anyone thought. It’s not up to them how I live my life. Still pacing, a rush of panic and worry filled me from the soles of my feet to the hair on my
“Mr. Bradford!” The nurses called after me. I didn’t want to speak to them. “Mr. Bradford, let me help you!”
I couldn’t be near them, near anyone. I locked myself in an empty procedure room, and sobbed. The sounds of my tears hitting the white, tile floor echoed in the barren room. I sat in the dark, hugging my knees and let my mind wander.
Standing up I told myself, “If only I had seen that truck. How could I not have, my beautiful daughter Hadley would still be alive.” I punched the wall repeatedly, creating a hole the size of my clenched fist in the drywall. “If I had been more careful...this is all my fault...her death is all my fault.”
“Rufus,” Julie called, “your patient has arrived.”
I shook away the haunting memory and tried to bring myself back to the present.
“Rufus!”
“Oh Julie, hello. What can I do for you?” I answered with a sigh.
“Rufus your patient is here,” Julie responded.
“I’ll be right there!” I’d have to save my regrets for another time, work was …show more content…
Cut it out! You’re embarrassing me!”
I smiled at the memory, but my joy was soon erased.
Singing even louder, “DON’T STOP BELIE-”
“DAD WATCH OUT!”
A white pickup truck plowed our tiny sudan to the edge of the road and onto it’s side, the passenger side, where Hadley was.
I dropped to my knees and held my head in my hands, letting my tears stream down my cheeks.
“She was all I had,” I murmured through sobs. “She was my little girl, and I let her slip away. How could I have been so stupid!” My sorrow quickly turned to rage. “How could I do this to her! She would still be here and we would be living back in the city, and everything would be all right. Of course I had to go and screw it all up! Of course I did!”
By now I had began pacing the floor once again. Back, and forth, Back, and forth. Back, and forth. Back, and forth. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to feel ok again, to have no regrets, but clearly that was not going to happen. So, I screamed. I screamed so the whole camp could hear me. I didn’t care. I didn’t care what anyone thought. It’s not up to them how I live my life. Still pacing, a rush of panic and worry filled me from the soles of my feet to the hair on my