Good and Bad Memories
Now she could leave, and hopefully get some help, then go back to her life. 'Well, that's easy, just find someone and say: Hey can you help me? I just escaped from a serial killer who's probably going to try to find and kill me, thanks!' she thought 'easy' and with that she had to now get the keys. A sharp pain went through her arm, but right now, she would have to ignore it. Though it took many failed attempts to get the key in, she finally did. But then she found there were hallways, and then more hallways, and so on. She took a left hoping it was the right decision. 'Apparently it was' she thought, because after a few more halls, she saw a figure and immediately started walking toward it. But then came another figure from a hallway towards her right, a figure she was very familiar with.
"Gary Hunter? FBI, put the gun down!" Reid said sternly
"Spencer!" Ember exclaimed in joy
"Ember, come over here and get behind me" Reid demanded but still with joy
"Ember! Get back here!" Gary yelled
"Or what?" Ember asked now that she was right next to Reid
"This." Gary said and shot his gun. Right at that moment, four shots rang out, three bodies hit the floor, and five people ran in. A couple of minutes later you could hear echoed voices, in a way, trembling throughout the various halls and rooms. Then sirens. Everything was peaceful for a moment. Too peaceful for Embers taste.
It seemed like an eternity until, finally, Ember opened her eyes. She was, for some apparently unknown reason, in a hospital. But not just in one, she was a patient. She looked around her bed to see herself in her hospital gown. She looked at her arms to see IV's. Then a nurse, hopefully she could straighten things out.
"Excuse me?" Ember asked, her voice rough.
"Shes awake" the nurse called out of the door
"What am I doing here? Wheres Spencer? Is he ok?" she asked and after a few moments of silence she was getting sick. "Please! Answer me!" she yelled crying.
"He's dead... I'm so sorry" the nurse said and walked away
"No, no, no, no, no," she sobbed then she heard a familiar voice and saw his face. His face.
"Ember? Ember? Calm down Ember" he spoke. She could hear an eeriness to it, slowly, painfully drifting away.
"No, Don't leave! Please Spencer! Don't leave me!" she sobbed more until the voice was all but an echo. And his face she had been so keen to, disappeared. She sat there, now quiet. Horribly silent minutes passed by. Minutes that now seemed too long. She could feel the now silent tears run down her face and her neck. She soon felt nothing. Her whole body was still, no emotions, no tears. Now all sound was completely gone, and she sat there for what now seemed like years. "But... But I love you..." she said and now her voice and surroundings were doing the same as what happened to Spencer's. She heard her own voice fade away into the absent abyss. The invisible hole in her life that his death now made. No, it was more of a rip, as if someone had been slowly ripping away at an old material no one wanted anymore. Now that she thought of it, she couldn't live without him. She needed him. She thought more and decided, if he was gone, she would be too. She wanted to go, she wanted to leave with him and his perfect sole. She didn't care where. Anywhere. She would follow him to this fate. If they went to Heaven or Hell, if they were wandering soles stuck on the planet, or if they would be reborn together. She would be with him. She thought of him more, and what he was thinking during his death. Then the scene changed.
Now, she imagined him on a high bridge, the water below rapidly breaking and making furious waves. The current, even by one look, deadly. Though the water was clear and bright, but also dull. It was, in a way, a violet color. The sky was a dark gray and rain pouring from the darkly colored clouds. Thunder and lightning bursting through them. What made me shiver though, was the person on the ledge. It was Spencer. Dressed in a dark blue long sleeved dress shirt, darkly colored corduroy pants, and converse. His hair was long again, now unusually perfect. His hair was down to his chin, and for once, it was parted right. He stood on the beam looking out into the storm.
"Spencer?" I asked quietly and without another word, he turned around. He smiled and held his hand out.
I walked quietly and slowly to him, as if I were walking down the aisle in a church to my soon to be husband. It looked like an after death marriage, now that I looked at what I was wearing. My hospital gown changed into a beautiful blue dress that came to my knees. I smiled, closed my eyes, and continued walking. Next I knew I was next to him with my hand in his. When I opened my eyes, we were both looking down, to a new chapter in our soon to be new lives. The river had turned into a whirlpool and inside this whirlpool you could see our future lives. It came in flashes of good and bad times in it, when we finally meet each other again. We turned to each other and smiled brightly. He leaned down and kissed me softly before we both jumped. I looked over to see him falling, he looked so...free. His hair blowing upward and his limbs descending peacefully. They made an 'X' like figure, though he still held onto my hand. My limbs looked slightly different forming a 'Y' because of my dress. We both hit the water and went into our new lives, knowing we would meet again. But not in our actual life. In the water I saw his hazel eyes as they looked into my blue eyes, and for a second I thought they carried the look of sadness to them.
The next thing I knew, it was my new life. The new life I would begin again, this time hopefully ending better. This time with Spencer in it as more than just a friend. It rushed by, and still no Spencer. Then, when I was 15, it suddenly slowed. My name was now Margret. It was my first day in high school, and I was just riding back to my house on my bike. I stopped when I heard a boy about my age begging for a group of jocks to let him go. I guess some things never change, even in a different life.
"Hey, let him go!" I yelled at them, now getting off my bike
"Or what Margret?" one of the guys said. I walked over to the one that said it and punched him square in the nose.
"Now leave! Now!" I screamed at the group and guy with the now bloody nose. I turned to the future Spencer. "Are you ok?" I asked and helped him up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you" he responded
"I'm Margret. Whats your name?" I asked
"My name is Dustin" he said. I smiled, now knowing his name. I wondered if it was normal to remember him, and if he remembered me. Maybe we were lucky enough to have that privilege? "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked
"Yes, you knew me very well" I said with a smile
"Knew? You used past tense" Spencer, or Dustin said.
"Yes. It's a long and difficult story to explain" I said with a sigh.
"I have time" Dustin said. I smiled and we walked together.
"Ember! Wake up, its ok" a voice said. I opened my eyes and saw Spencer sitting by my bed. I was back in my gown and out of my vivid dream.
"Spencer!" I exclaimed and pulled him into a hug. When I released him, I kissed him with no second thoughts. He kissed back though.
"Um. What was that for?" Reid asked after we broke apart
"I love you" I said not thinking. But, I had gotten as far as kissing him, so why not? He was still alive, and we could be together. I hope he felt that way.