He came back one hora later, this time he was not alone.
“Why do I have to knock?”
“Because if tu knock, she will respond.”
He obeyed him. He knocked “Lisa open up”
Silence. He knocked again. Silence when he got tired he dialed her number and called there wasn’t a response either.
“She’s not answering House.”
“Great. I must break in again.”
He searched for the key when he founded he opened the door. All the lights were off except for one that came from her room.
They walked towards the room, the door was closed and there was silence. Silence had eaten the house. When they were in front of the door they open in very quietly.
They discovered the body. House immediately fell on his knees siguiente to her slumbered body, he wanted to wake her up. He couldn’t, he realized she had passed away. Wilson had just been staring shocked, his eyes were crying but he didn’t notice. House wasn’t crying he just held the body. He was desperate.
“Do something tu idiot, call emergencies. Something, there must be something to be done.” House shouted to his friend. Wilson woke up and took the phone that was siguiente to the nightstand.
House stared but not at Wilson, his eyes were on Lisa. His eyes were watering but he decided to not mostrar his feeling not now. He caressed her cheek which was sunk in a red liquid.
Wilson hung up and went to the House’s side but he stayed standing.
“Does she have a chance?”
“No.” Wilson fell siguiente to his side, crying. He took one of the rigid hands and kissed it.
“I cannot take this.” He stood up and walked to the door. He left her alone with House but that wasn’t dangerous anymore.
House stayed there, holding her. He leaned to see her beautiful face for last time. Then he kissed her, her lips were ice cold and they weren’t rosado, rosa anymore it was más like a grey-blueish tone. He then stood up, his leg killing him but it didn’t matter. He was bathed in blood but it didn’t matter. He saw the note as he left the room but he didn’t care picking it up. Nothing mattered for him anymore because neither a note nor his best friend cries will bring her back.
She will stay dead forever.
To be continued
“Why do I have to knock?”
“Because if tu knock, she will respond.”
He obeyed him. He knocked “Lisa open up”
Silence. He knocked again. Silence when he got tired he dialed her number and called there wasn’t a response either.
“She’s not answering House.”
“Great. I must break in again.”
He searched for the key when he founded he opened the door. All the lights were off except for one that came from her room.
They walked towards the room, the door was closed and there was silence. Silence had eaten the house. When they were in front of the door they open in very quietly.
They discovered the body. House immediately fell on his knees siguiente to her slumbered body, he wanted to wake her up. He couldn’t, he realized she had passed away. Wilson had just been staring shocked, his eyes were crying but he didn’t notice. House wasn’t crying he just held the body. He was desperate.
“Do something tu idiot, call emergencies. Something, there must be something to be done.” House shouted to his friend. Wilson woke up and took the phone that was siguiente to the nightstand.
House stared but not at Wilson, his eyes were on Lisa. His eyes were watering but he decided to not mostrar his feeling not now. He caressed her cheek which was sunk in a red liquid.
Wilson hung up and went to the House’s side but he stayed standing.
“Does she have a chance?”
“No.” Wilson fell siguiente to his side, crying. He took one of the rigid hands and kissed it.
“I cannot take this.” He stood up and walked to the door. He left her alone with House but that wasn’t dangerous anymore.
House stayed there, holding her. He leaned to see her beautiful face for last time. Then he kissed her, her lips were ice cold and they weren’t rosado, rosa anymore it was más like a grey-blueish tone. He then stood up, his leg killing him but it didn’t matter. He was bathed in blood but it didn’t matter. He saw the note as he left the room but he didn’t care picking it up. Nothing mattered for him anymore because neither a note nor his best friend cries will bring her back.
She will stay dead forever.
To be continued
Okay, hi, my name is obviously Lena. I have been writting a fanfic for two years now. It is a House fanfic, but it is very depressing and people die. Lot's of people. Also since we don't have lot of background stories on some of the characters I made some up that are probably really far off, but interesting and they serve to make a point. In the beginning the characters are a lot younger. Cuddy is 18. I know, no one could ever be a dean at 18, but the story covers a span of 33 years so I had to make them young. If tu would like me to publicar it please comment. Thank you. =)
A poem I wrote while I was bored. It's about House and his pain. How his pain keeps him from dealing with his problems.
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
