Prologue...

David---

I hunched over, my head in my hands. Tears streamed down my face, as I felt the massive hole in my chest being bashed by a thousand fists.  I refused to believe it. I wouldn’t believe it. The one that I loved, the one I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, was lying there on the hospital bed with a blood covered wound in her side. And I was helpless. Watching. Waiting.

The Start

Lisa---

I brushed my face with the water, and gazed at the tired reflection in the mirror. Bags were hanging low beneath my eyes, and my lips were dry and chapped.  Jeez, I needed to get a proper night’s sleep! I scooped my long layered brunette hair into a messy ponytail and began putting on my makeup.  At least I would look half decent for the day ahead. I then began doing my hair- straightening and tying it back into a high ponytail. I officially hated mornings.

I rushed through my usual busy morning, my current ratty morning mood gradually slipping away as I began to feel a tiny bit energised for the boring office day ahead. After I hurredly cracked open my tub of fish food and dropped in a few flakes for them, I had grabbed my keys and was out the door.

David---

"Look Martin, I'm not gonna be able to make it for 10, ok?"

"Yeah well neither are you Martin!"

"Look, my alarm didn't go off so I'm running a tad late so you can expect me at the meeting at 10:15. Ok?"

"Every second I spend wasting my time talking to you I could be getting ready. Ok?" "Ok bye."

I chucked my blackberry on my bed and crashed down onto its soft warmth. Jeez Martin is a tough boss! I quickly jumped in the shower and chucked on my clothes, packing my bag at the same time. I faffed around with my notes for a bit and eventually stuffed them into my bag. I could carry on faffing with them in the taxi.

Finally I grabbed my coat and jumped out the door.