Time
By J. Lynn
This was inspired by PiperÕs wonderful story Goodbye. Go read it. You heard me, NOW! (Sorry my mother was very dominating, I canÕt help it.)
All my work is archived at Tangent Central
As any sane, normal person already realizes I don't own any of these characters, and I'm not making any money of them.
ItÕs time. I know it is. I wish there was more, but wishing doesnÕt do anything. It never has, and it never will.
I woke up this morning feeling worse than ever but detached from the pain, like it was slipping away.
I tried to get up, but couldnÕt seem to make my self.
ThatÕs when I knew time had come.
I asked Page to get Ms. Frost. Page looked a little worried but I told her I just had the Y2K flu bug. I could be wrong but after that she didnÕt seem to care all that much.
I could be wrong.
I wish I was wrong.
Ms. Frost came and asked what I wished of her.
"IÕm dying ." I blurted out.
I hadnÕt meant to tell her. I was going to say I was sick and couldnÕt practice today.
I shouldnÕt have told her.
I tried to correct my slip but that one weakening was all it took to see through the facade I had so carefully constructed over the last few months.
"You are, arenÕt you" she said. Taking in for the first time how thin pale and weak I had become.
I looked in to her eyes prepared to convince her I was fine... But I couldnÕt. Her eyes were full of sorrow, I just wanted to comfort her.
Instead of my sure to have been oscar winning performance, I confessed all. I told her about what really happened when I had been kidnapped three months ago. I told her about hiding the image inducer under my clothes on the worst days. I told her about the letters under the bed for my families, GenX and X men; and my will, which gave away the few things I had. Then I told her I wanted her to call Wolvie and tell him to come but not why. I told her I wanted her to make every one else leave. Penance could stay, I wasnÕt going to the biosphere. Would she stay? Of course. She was almost my mother, she would stay.
She stayed. With watering eyes but no sobs or shrieks. I wouldnÕt have wanted that. And she wouldnÕt have done it. At least not where anyone could see.
She left after I went to sleep to arrange for everyone to leave, and for Wolvie to come here.
I could feel her watching me as I slept, trying to ward death away. I had made her promise not to call a doctor, or to do anything to try to help, because it wouldnÕt help. She had promised. But that didnÕt keep her from trying the only other ways she could. I could hear phrases from her prayers slip into my dreams.
"I know we havenÕt talked much before"
"Oh God, if youÕre out there wonÕt you hear me"
When I woke it was late afternoon. The house was quiet, and Wolvie was by my side. His eyes were shining with tears he wouldnÕt shed.
"WhatÕs go'in on darlin?" he said in a hoarse whisper.
"IÕm leaving Wolvie." a single tear slid out.
I told him everything. I told him it wasnÕt his fault. I told him it was okay. I told him I wanted him to go on. I told him IÕd lived life to the fullest.
I told him I loved him.
I asked him to hold me.
And he did. All the way in to the early hours of the morning.
ItÕs time. I know it is. I wish there was more, but wishing doesnÕt do anything. It never has, and it never will.
Or maybe it does work.
My life is ending in the arms of the man I love. ThatÕs all I could have wished for.
I feel the breath leave my body just as the last star vanishes.
Cradled in his arms.
Goodbye, my family
Goodbye, my love.
Goodbye.
The End
By J. Lynn
This was inspired by PiperÕs wonderful story Goodbye. Go read it. You heard me, NOW! (Sorry my mother was very dominating, I canÕt help it.)
All my work is archived at Tangent Central
As any sane, normal person already realizes I don't own any of these characters, and I'm not making any money of them.
ItÕs time. I know it is. I wish there was more, but wishing doesnÕt do anything. It never has, and it never will.
I woke up this morning feeling worse than ever but detached from the pain, like it was slipping away.
I tried to get up, but couldnÕt seem to make my self.
ThatÕs when I knew time had come.
I asked Page to get Ms. Frost. Page looked a little worried but I told her I just had the Y2K flu bug. I could be wrong but after that she didnÕt seem to care all that much.
I could be wrong.
I wish I was wrong.
Ms. Frost came and asked what I wished of her.
"IÕm dying ." I blurted out.
I hadnÕt meant to tell her. I was going to say I was sick and couldnÕt practice today.
I shouldnÕt have told her.
I tried to correct my slip but that one weakening was all it took to see through the facade I had so carefully constructed over the last few months.
"You are, arenÕt you" she said. Taking in for the first time how thin pale and weak I had become.
I looked in to her eyes prepared to convince her I was fine... But I couldnÕt. Her eyes were full of sorrow, I just wanted to comfort her.
Instead of my sure to have been oscar winning performance, I confessed all. I told her about what really happened when I had been kidnapped three months ago. I told her about hiding the image inducer under my clothes on the worst days. I told her about the letters under the bed for my families, GenX and X men; and my will, which gave away the few things I had. Then I told her I wanted her to call Wolvie and tell him to come but not why. I told her I wanted her to make every one else leave. Penance could stay, I wasnÕt going to the biosphere. Would she stay? Of course. She was almost my mother, she would stay.
She stayed. With watering eyes but no sobs or shrieks. I wouldnÕt have wanted that. And she wouldnÕt have done it. At least not where anyone could see.
She left after I went to sleep to arrange for everyone to leave, and for Wolvie to come here.
I could feel her watching me as I slept, trying to ward death away. I had made her promise not to call a doctor, or to do anything to try to help, because it wouldnÕt help. She had promised. But that didnÕt keep her from trying the only other ways she could. I could hear phrases from her prayers slip into my dreams.
"I know we havenÕt talked much before"
"Oh God, if youÕre out there wonÕt you hear me"
When I woke it was late afternoon. The house was quiet, and Wolvie was by my side. His eyes were shining with tears he wouldnÕt shed.
"WhatÕs go'in on darlin?" he said in a hoarse whisper.
"IÕm leaving Wolvie." a single tear slid out.
I told him everything. I told him it wasnÕt his fault. I told him it was okay. I told him I wanted him to go on. I told him IÕd lived life to the fullest.
I told him I loved him.
I asked him to hold me.
And he did. All the way in to the early hours of the morning.
ItÕs time. I know it is. I wish there was more, but wishing doesnÕt do anything. It never has, and it never will.
Or maybe it does work.
My life is ending in the arms of the man I love. ThatÕs all I could have wished for.
I feel the breath leave my body just as the last star vanishes.
Cradled in his arms.
Goodbye, my family
Goodbye, my love.
Goodbye.
The End