Hi, again. So, sorry if the first chapter was boring. I'm trying!
"Stupid fuckin guitar, why won't you tune?" I grumbled to myself trying to get the stupid guitar to tune. It had been two years since I moved to New York City and it had been six months since April had killed herself, I miss her every day. I sighed in defeat as a put the guitar down, just then the loft door slid open and my roommate Mark Cohen walked in.
"Hey, did you take your AZT?" he asked setting his stuff down on the table.
"Yes, Mother." I replied back sarcastically.
"Well, sorry. Hey, have you heard from your sister lately?" Mark asked.
"No…" I started to trail off. I actually hadn't heard from Lizzie for about 7 months, a month before April died. "Why?"
"She called earlier, while you were out."
I sprung up from the couch "Well, what did she say?"
"She was crying, and I tried to calm her down but she would stop crying. She said something about your dad, and I heard the word hurt, and then she hung up."
I frantically reached for the phone, and dialed my house but there was no answer.
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier Mark?"
"You went out, Roger then after when she called I went out, and then now we are here."
I sighed in frustration and put my head in my hands.
"I'm sure she'll call back." Mark said reassuringly patting me on the back.
"I just hope your right."
I laid back down on the couch and drifted off to sleep, a few hours later the phone rang waking me up. I stumbled from the couch to the phone looking at the clock before I picked up the phone 12:58am the clock read "Fuck." I mumbled sleepily before answering the phone with a sleepy "Hello?"
"Hello, yes this is Dr. Derek Sheppard at Seattle Grace Mercy West hospital. Your sister Elizabeth Davis was attacked in her home about an hour ago."
I cut him off before he could say anything else, "I'm on my way." I said hanging up the phone and grabbing my coat and running out the door.