Here's a sequel to Fades to Black. It's pretty sad. This is going to be from different people's point of view. This one is Nate's dad. Not much else to say in the beginning...so here! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Too late at night to think of something witty, so I'm gonna say it clearly. I. DON'T. OWN. CAMP. ROCK. Got it?
I glance at my wife. She looks uncomfortable, as she had the entire dinner. "I'm sure Nate's fine, Marie," I try to assure her, but the mention of Nate's name makes her tremble.
She looks up at me with troubled eyes. "I don't know, I just can't shake this feeling…" She looks down at the ground. "Mitchie seemed pretty upset when she left. Something happened between them. You know Nate's been depressed lately. This might…have been it."
My eyes widen considerably. "Don't say that," I almost growl at her. She looks up at me, her eyes in denial, but her head knew better. "He's a strong kid, he'll just shake it off," I say, sure of myself.
Marie puts her hand on my arm. "I would feel so much better if you take me home…now." She adds the last part when I raise my eyebrow. I sigh again.
"When we get home, you'll see we skipped out on free dessert for nothing," I complain as I try to get the attention of our waiter.
Marie's sniffle grabs my attention. She looks like she's on the brink of crying. "Please… I just need to make sure," she says desperately. I offer an sympathetic smile as I pay the bill.
We walk to the car, but I mostly support her weight. I don't mean to seem like I don't care about Nate, I do, he's my only kid and all, but I think Marie is taking it to an extreme. As I drive home, I suddenly feel a change. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like…you know something's gone wrong. It's like intuition, something supernatural. Most of all, it's scary.
I shiver as the feeling passes, leaving me in the aftermath. I'm starting to get worried too. I look at Marie just to see she's looking back at me, the same look in her eyes. She felt it too. I suddenly feel the urge to get home faster. I shift into a higher gear, speeding down the highway. Luckily there are no cops nearby.
I pull into the driveway and take a good look at our house. We've lived here for almost 20 years but I've never really looked at it before now. It looks sinister, almost mocking me in a sick way. I get this feeling again (intuition?) making me want to just turn around and drive away, far away. I try to shake the feelings as I help Marie out of the car. She's still shaking.
"Nate?" I call as I open the door. No one answers. I shrug off my coat and take Marie's, putting them away. "How about you go lie down and I talk to Nate?" I suggest to her.
She unsteadily nods her head, beginning the climb upstairs. I watch her get to the top and walk to our room at the end of the hall. My eyes stop moving as she passes Nate's room. I stare at his door, feeling a paranormal attraction to it. I sigh as I begin to head to his room.
"God, this house is haunted…" I mutter as I get to the top. When I look up, I see Marie standing in front of me. I gasp, but she doesn't notice. She's staring at the door also, but she seems to be scooting away from it.
"I'm going to make some tea, want any?" she asks me.
I shake my head. Why is everything so weird in this house now? The atmosphere is completely wrong. It feels like a ghostly house. "I'm good, I'm just going to talk to Nate."
She nods and walks downstairs. I take a deep breath and walk up to his door. My hair is on end and I don't even know why. What's different about this time than every other time I've gone to his room? The answer is nothing. I'm just going to talk to him about his 'depression' as his mother puts it and ask about Mitchie. I put my hand on the doorknob and try to turn it, but it won't move. I try jiggling it, but nothing happens.
"Damn it, Nate. Open this door!" I yell at him from outside. I shake to doorknob some more but nothing happens.
"Jack, where's our big knife?" Marie asks from downstairs.
"I don't know, what do you need it for?" I grunt, still trying to open the door.
"The drawer's open, so I looked in and it's not there," she explains.
Dread washes over me. He wouldn't-would he?
"Oh God," I murmur, stopping my actions. My heart is racing in my chest. "Nate, open up NOW!" I scream at him, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I bang on the door, hoping, praying he will answer.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Marie asks. I hear her coming upstairs.
I finally have enough and start trying to kick down the door. On the third try, it works, surprisingly. I cautiously look inside. It is pitch black, the blinds closed and the lights off. I step inside and get hit with a horrible smell. It smelled like rusty metal and salt. Also something else you wouldn't find naturally. I didn't really care though. I know that smell. You get accustomed to it as a paramedic.
I choke back a sob as I see his outline on the bed. From the light flooding in from the hall, I see he's tucked in, like he's sleeping. The only thing out of place is the big knife laying on the sheets. Oh, don't forget the dark color seeping through his light sheets.
My heart stops. I run over to him, my professional side taking effect. I grab his left arm and see two deep gashes in the wrist. It breaks my heart that we didn't stop him from getting so depressed, from cutting himself. I grab his other arm and press down on his too-pale wrist, looking for a pulse. There wasn't any.
I look up at his face, my dead son's face. Some moisture is dripping onto it, and I look down to see that it's my tears. Well, what do you expect.
What would you do when you're holding your dead son in your arms?
Not the best ending in the world, but it's the best I can come up with now. The next chapter I plan to be his mom's. Some of it might overlap, but that's just the way I do it. I'm so stupid because of course I start another story when I'm trying to work on two others, but maybe more people will read the others? Please? Lol, there will probably be 4 chapters in all, Jack, Marie, Shane, and Mitchie.
I just realized I don't like my writing style. :( Oh well, gotta work on that.
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