Discalimer: Don't own anythingbut the runon sentances.

A/N: Big thanks to MsManga for reviewing (coughcough)and not knowing why Virgil died, which made me go "hmmmm...didn't I kill him off once before?" and Curing my writer's block! That's right, 100,000 pts to MsManga for starting with "Dude, I'm going to review your Author's Note". ;)

So here's Daisy's POV. It all kinda goes along with 'numbers'. I'm putting them seperate due to degrees of liking-ness. Like this better than Frieda's, but not as much as Numbers, which as a side note you should go ahead and read.
And review.


Daisy


Daisy.

You thought you knew death, that somehow horror movie screams and acting out a Shakespeare's "Alas! I am slain!" lead to the comprehension of "dead." You thought you realized what it meant. You thought you thought, it couldn't ever happen to you. Not to you. But it does and…

You're shivering on Frieda's doorstep two in the morning with the whole city screaming and try to tell her between the tears. "It's V-Virgil…he's-he's….." Dead. And then you really understand it, standing on the sidewalk middle of the night holding her as she cries and staring out at still dark Dakota streets. In your mind, as the black road twists and twines, all shiny beneath the yellow street lights, the garbage in the gutter laughs at it, laughs like Virgil in the stupid prick laugh he does right before you hit him. But Virgil's dead.

And then slowly, ever so slowly the tears dried up in your eyes, enough to huddle back inside and make cocoa on Frieda's stove because some hot cocoa would make everything better, only it didn't and ended up all cold and sticky still in the pot with the china mugs shattered on the floor. You never knew Frieda to get angry, but she did, sobbing and screaming while you stood there numb and wondering if it'd ever be warm again.

But it was scary upstairs, all alone in the guest bedroom when everywhere you turned a corpse stood grinning in the shadows. So maybe it was natural then, to end up asleep together in her bed, sheltered by bony arms and all the lights you could find. But dawn comes eventually and it's not easy to forget when there's a headline glaring at you and all the water in the world won't wash the ink away.

All the tears in the world can't wash the blood away and you stare at trembling hands, trembling little boy because you can't bear to look at his face.

You found him, seven in the morning in Virgil's room, curled up on the empty floor clutching those walkie-talkies they used, had used. He didn't say anything, couldn't say anything- not yet, and all that came from the bundle near his chest was meaningless static. You had loved him too, but that was over and all you heard was Richie's broken whisper: I was there. And even though you hugged him close as the tears broke free and fell and kept murmuring I know, I know, it'll be ok; you knew nothing will ever be alright again.

Virgil's dead.

OOO


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