Do You Hear the Music?
What happens if Cammie didn't stop trying to kill herself after nearly falling off the roof? What if Dr Steve had it I so she would stop hearing the music if something stopped her from falling off the roof the first time? The music and the need to end things would remain dormant until the next opportunity presented itself. I know that I have other stories to finish as well but I got the urge to write this last night and then I just had to do it. Maybe this will inspire me to keep writing the others.
Chapter 1
"Do you hear it?" I whisper, my body dangling off the side of the Gallagher Academy, one hand being held by my mother and the other by Bex. I am swaying slightly in the gentle breeze blowing around the mansion. "The music?"
"No Sweetie, I don't." My mum gasps, a tear trickling down her cheek.
"Either do I." I realise.
Suddenly I feel cold and I finally notice where I am and what that means. My body starts to shake and I feel myself slip slightly in both of their hands. There is a terrified look in Bex's eyes as she scrambles to tighten her grip and mum reaches down with her other hand to grab my arm as well as my hand. Inch by inch I feel myself being raised up closer to the rim of the rain gutters. The sharp edge scrapes against my stomach as I am dragged across it and I feel the small trickle of blood run across my hips.
I am cradled in my mums arms as she pulls me across the roof and in through the window that she had climbed through before to get me. I realise that she is crying profusely as it lands on my head and I notice that I am crying to, though I don't know when it started.
"You're safe now," mum murmurs into my hair, her voice cracking slightly. She clutches me even tighter against her chest. "You're going to be safe now I promise. I'm going to keep you safe."
I sit numbly in her arms and stare blankly around me. My head quiet for the first time in months, eerily quiet.
Liz is huddled in the corner, her eyes wide and glistening with tears that she seems to be fighting to hold back. Bex is standing in front of the window as if guarding it from me, her arms wrapped around her middle, as if trying to hold herself together. Her keen eyes are glued to my face, her dark skin shining with sweat. I can't seem to comprehend how she would be sweating. It would have been no effort for her to pull me up, I'm still not as heavy as I used to be.
For the first time I notice Mr Solomon watching me from the other side of mum. His eyes guarded as he studies my face, as if looking for signs that I am going to run, or do something like try to jump off the building again. I try to show that I'm not planning anything but suddenly I am exhausted. I slump forward in mum's arms, and Mr Solomon starts forward, his arms reaching out to catch me, his eyes panicked. It is an odd emotion to see on his face, normally he is so controlled. I feel mums arms tighten around me and I try to sit up and hold my head up but my body feels so weak that I can feel myself starting to slip and black spots appear in front of my eyes. Everyone rushes towards me and I can just make out their mouths moving but the only voice I can hear is a very quiet one in my ear, just before the world goes black.
"Remember the task."