Useless Remorse
Maggie stands on her tiptoes as she looks out through the rusty bars and into the gloomy night. She can barely see a thing; it's so dark out there. Slowly a drizzle starts up, and she can't help herself, the memories start to flood her mind again, and her eyes shine with tears.
It was a dark night, the rain was thundering on her windshield and Maggie, who had just gotten her license, was trying to make her way back to her house safely. Right now, she was wincing a bit, trying to get past the barrier of blinding water in front of her. She couldn't wait to be home, a hot chocolate mug in her hands, soothing her sore throat… she was slammed out of her loving fantasy as she grabbed the emergency brake, screeching her car to a stop as she looked back at the still figure lying in the road.
"Oh no…" was all she could think of as she slowly opened the door, and made her way towards the figure as the dread inside her took over.. She bent down slowly, feeling the man's pulse. She suddenly gasped, and as fast as she could, turned around and ran back to her car, put on her seatbelt and ran away. "…what have I done?"
Later that night, Maggie was lying in her bed in her boxers and tank top, going over the incident in her head. She tried to think of a way out of her mess, but in vain. Finally, she stood up, put on her pants and grabbed her umbrella. She was about to go out the door, confess and satisfy the confusion within her when the door was smashed open.
"Are you Maggie Kirkham?" a man in a dark blue uniform asked, a revolver in his hand, a glare on his face, and rage in his voice.
"Yes…" she replied, slowly backing up. She dropped her umbrella and her back hit the wall.
"Come with me." He grabbed her roughly by the wrist, and without explaining why, dragged her into the pouring rain. She was pushed into a car, and as she slumped down in the back seat, she saw the flashing red and blue lights coming from the windows as they sped away.
And here she is now, looking from within her prison. The door creaks open behind her, and she turns around.
"Come." The same man beckons her. Slowly, she gets up and makes her way towards him. "Don't worry little girl, your suffering will soon be over. Now let's sit you on this chair…" she watches blindly as he attaches her wrists to the chair, and then her feet, he neck. He grins, and puts on the cap. Maggie sighs, and lets the searing pain overcome her as he turns the knob to full power.
A/N: Story made/dedicated to Aly, the BEST girl in the world! And guess what? This is also part of her b-day presents! So here you go Aly, another amazing angst for you. I know it's not the best theme for your birthday, but I'm still giving this to you! Hugs+Kisses. Love, Alex