A Jack and Sally Drama - No more thread
The gentle buzzing of Doctor Finkelstein's chair disrupted Jack from his painful haze. The wheelchair came to a stop in front of the stage. The dark shadows of the hall made it hard for Jack to see Doctor Finkelstein's face; unable to interpret his feelings. Jack continued to kneel, cradling Sally's silent head in his arms.
" You made her with your own hands. You can do it again, can't you doctor?" Jack asked, the venom of hope oozing into his words. Doctor Finkelstein hesitated.
" If I were to put her together again, I would need every single part of her from before" He explained, filling Jack with realistic hope. His hollow chest began to rise, but he felt a trigger was about to be pulled on him.
" However, many of her parts are gone now. Lost. Taken by the wind. There's no way we could ever find every piece of her" The doctor admitted sadly.
Jack was still determined to find a solution, an ounce of possibility.
" Could we not replace some parts? We could find some cloth and thread-" Jack began to say, excitement rising in his voice, but Doctor Finkelstein interrupted him.
" No Jack." The doctor said sharply. Jack was almost convinced that doctor Finkelstein sounded sad under all the anger.
" If I were to replace any part of her, I would be creating someone entirely different. It wouldn't be Sally anymore" He explained clearly. Jack processed this information; finally becoming disillusioned from his hope. He wanted to ask more questions, to find out something he could do. But the doctor had already started to leave the hall, the only sound being the buzzing of his chair. Then, the loud slam of the hall doors. Jack was once again left alone with the head of Sally in his arms, wishing he could hold her forever.
Eventually Jack opened the doors of the town hall, still holding his dearest friend. The townsfolk formed two crowds, a parting path down the middle. Doctor Finkelstein sat in the shadows, his face still indescribable. Jack realised he must have told everyone the news. That Sally was... The Jazz band began to play a heartful song which seemed to resemble Jack's emotions in every note. The sad sobs and cries of the townsfolk sang as a bass line under the saddening music. This - Jack realised- was the towns way of saying goodbye. But not his. Not yet. Jack walked slowly down the aisle, gently cradling Sally's head. Her eyes were shut; shadows of her long lashes forming on her face. Jack felt like they would open at any moment, like they always had. But he was left waiting. As he walked down the aisle, many people gazed at her face, tears running down. The mayors voice rose above the music and sobbing through the microphone of his car.
" Our punkin queen has been-" Jack tried hard not to listen. He didn't want to know how this horrifying event had happened to his innocent friend. He couldn't cope with it all at once. Jack reached the end of the path the crowds had formed, which led him back to the graveyard. He turned to the mayor, and he understood he needed time alone. The crowd watched Jack and his piece of Sally walk up to spiral hill together for the last time.