This is set in Season One where Lynnette is on the meds. That's all I'm saying for now ;)
Don't push me; I'm close to the edge – Desperate Housewives Fan Fiction.
LYNETTE:
Mary Alice reached out to me; her pale hands stretching closer and closer, in her deathly white hand laid a single gun.
'Go on Lynnie.' She whispered 'Take the gun, do what's right.' She urged me. I wanted to do it; I wanted to say yes, yes Mary Alice. But I couldn't. How would Tom and the kids survive without me?
"I know what you're thinking Lynnette, I thought the same, but Paul and Zachary are getting by without me, Tom will manage without you." Mary Alice said with a conspiring smirk on her face.
"No, No, No!" I screamed at her. My kids were getting louder and louder, their insane music was blaring through the house, getting to me, irritating my mind, driving me crazy.
"Ssh, honey, it's all going to be okay." She smiled peacefully. I nodded slowly, tears were stinging my eyes, and I felt all resolve diminishing as I reached for the gun. "Good girl Lynnie." She said slowly, I smiled slightly, the knowledge that all of this could be over was eating me, and I wanted my insanity to end. I felt the cold hard metal of the gun graze my fingertips. It felt so strong, so powerful. "That's it Lynnie, nice and quick now, you won't feel a thing." Mary Alice said coaxingly.
I lifted the gun's heavy body to my temple, letting it rest there slightly for a second. My finger tensed on the trigger, it was so easy.
BREE
I jogged across the road to Lynnette's house; her kids were making so much noise I could barely hear myself think as I walked up her front steps. Something made me pause just then, despite the loud ruckus coming from the second floor there was an unearthly silence emitting from the ground floor. It was as if something terrible was going to happen, like in the first few seconds after a car crash or a major disaster when everything seems to stop.
My instinct told me to move carefully, and quietly. Silently I pressed on the latch, grateful that the door was unlocked. Out of routine I should have called out to Lynette to let her know I was in her house but once again my instinct told me not too. I tiptoed through my best friend's hallway to her messy kitchen, where I found her, amidst the pile of un-washed dishes and half eaten lunches, with a gun pressed to her head.
"Lynette?" I whispered cautiously. Her eyes stayed fixed on the glass window in front of her. In an almost zombie like way she stood there motionless. A small twitch in her wrist told me she registered my presence. "Lynette, darling, what on earth are you doing?" I whispered softly, taking another tentative step forward. She whipped around, the gun dropped to floor and she collapsed with it.
LYNETTE:
Bree glided over to me, her iconic red hair perfect as usual. She took me in her arms, it seemed silent although I knew I was alive and the kids were still playing. I had no words to say. No explanation to make. I had been holding a gun to my head. Ready to pull the trigger.
But when Bree called my name Mary Alice's ghost became less and less real, my reality began seeping through. I wasn't going to become the next Mary Alice.
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