Any Other World
What just happened? This isn't real. This can't be happening. It's just a bad dream, I'll wake up in a second. He's not gone. He's still here. He's managing a hostile takeover in Hong Kong while I'm asleep in my comfy bed in Boston. Okay, I'm going to wake up... now!
Sitting silently in the seats of the Hospital room, where her father lay lifeless, London continued playing that thought through her head for at least fifteen minutes. She was completely zoned out in her state of dibelief. This had not just happened. He couldn't be dead. "I'm only 19. Daddies don't die when you're that young... do they?" she asked herself, still wrapped in Moseby's arms.
"I'm sorry, London." Moseby whispered, trying to hold back his own tears. London's breathing started to speed up. She couldn't think straight. Her daddy wasn't really dead. He was just sleeping. Stop it London! she thought, mentally scolding herself. That's like something a three year old would say. That was when it finally hit her. This was reality. She wasn't dreaming. And her dad was never going to be managing any hostile takeovers again. And as soon as that started to sink in, the tears started flowing.
"I need to go to the bathroom." she said as quickly as she could, dashing for the ladies room. She was slowly starting to break down. She couldn't help but repeat the same things to herself over and over again. This cannot be happening. What am I going to do? And then the big question... What about the Tipton? Well, London, say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in. She thought to herself.
"London!" She turned, hearing a male voice behind her. She witnessed Zack skidding to a hault in fron of her. "We've been looking everywhere for you!" he panted. "Moseby said you were at the bathroom but..." He stopped to pant some more. "I really need to work out more." London didn't realise it, but she wasn't anywhere near the bathroom. She had just been walking aimlessly around the hospital, wishing to be alone with her thoughts.
Zack looked down at her. He had never seen London like this. Not even when Todd left. But nothing had ever made her more vulnerable than she was at that moment. Standing there, tears slowly falling from her eyes, one by one, her eyes filled with nothing but dispair, disbelief, regret, her entire body shaking... No, Zack had never seen her in a state like this.
"I'm sorry about your dad." he said to her, softly. She looked at him for a moment before bursting out in quiet sobs. Zack took her in his arms sympathetically, gentally rubbing her back. "It's okay." he whispered, soothingly.
"I want to wake up." she choked.
"What?" Zack aksed confused. She could barely answer him with her heavy breathing and sobbing. But nonetheless, she did try.
"I... I..." she took a deep breath to try again. "This is a nightmare." She broke down in sobs again, wishing that her words were true. "I want to wake up." Zack sighed.
"I'm sorry London... but it isn't a nightmare. If it were that creepy zombie-clown guy would be stalking me again." he replied as a desperate attempt to cheer her up. But it was useless. She was never going to be cheered up at this stage of the game. So she kept on crying. And Zack let her. He knew that she needed to let it out.
Not sure if I'll continue this or not... could happen though :)
