CARTER, ELIZABETH N.

[ELIZABETH CARTER]

PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL

GOVERNMENT FILE NO. 000
ELIZABETH NORAH CARTER
35 --- CIVILIAN --- NAOMI WATTS



take this sinking boat and point it home
WE'VE STILL GOT TIME
raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

Alicia Doe was a twenty five year old nurse. Jeremy Doe was a twenty eight year old doctor. Their fingers linked together as they kissed goodbye, in the hospital hallway, before parting to do their job. Elizabeth Carter was a bitter, thirty five year old doctor. Her glare was not noticeable, yet was present, as she pretended to examine a few charts by the reception but was occupied by the ridiculous show of affection by a couple of fools. She was simply occupied enough by judging the separated couple that she didn’t notice a nurse shuffle next to her. The nurse obviously jumped Elizabeth out of her little bubble. Elizabeth simply nodded when acknowledged but couldn’t help but quirk a brow when the nurse gushed on the recently married Does to her. What give the nurse the silly impression that Elizabeth gave a damn? Alas, it must have been that her glare was noticed by the nurse that welcomed her to strike up a conversation. The nurse must have also been watching the couple but with admiration. Unlike Elizabeth, the nurse was an optimistic little darling as she predicted a long run for the couple. She randomly noted her envy in the couple with a soft sigh. Thus she was alarmed out of her dreamy bubble when Elizabeth slammed the charts on the desks and finally acknowledged her. The nurse was confused as Elizabeth searched through her pockets then finally fished out a few dollars and slammed it onto the nurse’s hand. ”Alright there’s my bet on the table. A month before they’re divorced or pulling at each other’s hair… And I'd prefer if you didn't call me Liz.” Elizabeth was not always this pessimistically horrible.

Elizabeth was also not always against people calling her by a shortened version of her name. She only had one person to blame. She was quick to tug at her sleeve and examine her watch when no one was looking. Elizabeth always felt guilty and desperate whenever she searched for the time but only because she was checking if it was time. The time for him to make his daily appearance in her life. It was only expected as they both worked under the same roof. She both loathed and unknowingly preferred being able to see his face every once in a while. Just in case he finally decided to pop the huge ego that replaced his head and apologize to her. So far she was quickly losing hope of that day being realistically a potential event in their life.

Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Carter’s time watch started on the first of November. You will have to calculate the year yourself as Elizabeth doesn’t usually introduce her age to strangers. She was zero minutes, twenty seconds, and fifty five milliseconds when her mother saw those blue eyes. Elizabeth was thirty five years, eight months, sixteen weeks, one day, sixty minutes, fifty seconds, and twenty five milliseconds when she realized that she sometimes wished her mother spoke right out of a Fitzgerald novel when Elizabeth was born and her mother saw those beautiful blues. I hope she'll be a fool—that's the best thing a girl can be in this world. Perhaps then Elizabeth would have been a happy fool and wouldn’t be going through this internal war with exploding bombs whenever he passed by her in the hallway. Perhaps then Elizabeth wouldn’t even be in this current situation. She would be a happy fool accepting anything that was thrown at her. Is it better to be a happy fool or a miserable wise owl?

Elizabeth is now five years old, twelve months, twenty days and so when her father had a talk with her. Elizabeth’s soft cheeks were ruined with a mixture of dirt and tears. Her hands were tightly held by her father’s so she couldn’t wipe away the mess but only try and tone down the hiccup that had formed within her. Little Liz just couldn’t understand the harsh truths of life and hoped to find a shelter in her father after her first experience with death. Her poor kitten was ruthlessly driven over by a stranger when Liz let out the feline to explore the neighborhood. Little Liz had previously helped her father conduct a funeral service for the Mr. Cat while her mother watched. Yet the little one was still upset after helping to bury the feline. She was supposedly upset still over the loss of her beloved pet and also because the horrible Thomas, from the house on the right, hissed that cats didn’t deserve funerals because they were just ‘stupid animals’. ”Honey, everyone and thing deserves a certain amount of rights and that include Mr. Cat deserving a ceremony just like any other human being.” Liz was still young that moment but that event lived with her until she was old enough to understand. Elizabeth grew to accept every matter as any other human being.

COLLEAGUE: why medicine?
ELIZABETH: There will always be a Mr. Cat out there. Mr. Cat could have been saved if someone came to his rescue before he internally bled to oblivion. I can’t be a superhero but at least I can try to save someone’s life and know I tried. I can’t. I can’t just sit here, knowing lives are constantly depending on care never received, and not want to be there for the souls that are waiting for care. If I can just save one person in my life then I’ll be happy. Whether human, animal or even a replicant… I like to think, in a dysfunctional manner, that somehow I can save any one of them as a doctor.

Elizabeth is now fifteen years old, eleven months, two days and so when her mother had a talk with her. Elizabeth’s cheeks were ruined with only a mixture of her tears. Her hands were tightly crossed against her chest. She angrily shook her head refusing to listen to her mother’s words and tried to brush past her but was forced down in her seat. Teenager Liz knew that her father was downstairs ready to dust off his gun and sit down Thomas if his wife didn’t warn him. Thomas had broken Elizabeth’s heart. ”This is the problem with love, dear, you just… Women always need to be dominant enough and make the men always chase her or we’ll never be happy with love. You can't expect to play the doll and not be tossed around like a toy.” The pessimistic tone of her mother was due to the previous realization of her husband’s secret affair but the speech still affected Liz. It obviously confused her, at first as the affair was only known to the child years later, but that speech lived with her until she was old enough to understand. Elizabeth grew to accept that she would never allow a man to pull her strings in a relationship and ultimately break her heart just like Thomas had. She still had the occasional dreams and romantic desires just like any other woman but those obviously were also trashed after her separation with a certain doctor.

FRIEND: when did you know it was love?
ELIZABETH: When I let my guard down.

It’s just so strange how one event, one moment, and one second could ultimately change a person. It only took the event of her separation for her to change from a hopeful darling to a pessimistic bitch. It only took the moment Elizabeth collided into the path of that man, for the first time after the separation, to understand that she became hopeless enough, from her usual independent status, to still not be over him. It only took the second Elizabeth to start playing games to fight for a relationship, which already previously failed, then just dump it and move on. It only took one man for her to hate whenever someone called her by Liz because it always reminded her of him. He always used to call her Liz…

Jonathon. My darling, Jonathon, what have you done to me? This is not me. I’m living in a shell of my former self. I still eat, breathe, sleep and love like any other human being but I don’t feel right. You’ve got me staring at clocks, diverting my eyes to the door whenever I hear someone moved, and eventually playing games with other men to get your attention. I don’t want to be this way. I never was this weak. I’m trying to be strong. You will never know this is how I’m living. I won’t let you see me in this weak, sick position you’ve made just for me. Let’s stop playing games. We used to be happy. I never used to be this childish on my good or bad days. Just talk to me, make the right decision and do the right thing. I still love you. Yours, Liz.

EXCLUSIVE FROM ZOE INC.
VAGEENER --- YOUR MOM --- AND BREATHE ME

[ELIZABETH CARTER]

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