Alright so I'm fairly sure I was like.. asleep or something when I wrote that chapter because looking back it seemed like a fairly stupid thing to do. Actually, it seemed like a REALLY stupid thing to do. I'm fairly mad at myself actually, 'cause I was planning on having her live till Christmukah and they had this really awesome day and it was filled with fluffiness and then like two days after that, Blythe would die but I didn't do that. So I apologize a WHOLE lot for that, it wasn't my plan and if I hadn't wrote that chapter so late, after a lot of tea which made me really sleepy, then I'm certain I wouldn't have done it.
So please don't stop reading!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
LongHardRoadOuttaHell: I'm really sorry for the loss of your cousin. I'm really glad you like the story!
girlz-rule: Well I can say that you will not be dissapointed... later on anyway. I can't just have them be all happy, hunky dorey. But don't worry. I won't dissapoint.
ocsethummer: I'm so happy you liked the chapter.. to be honest, I myself wasn't expecting to do that and before I sat down to write I sort of smacked myself over the head a few dozen times.. haha don't worry I didn't do that. But I am surprised at how it turned out.
Anna: Thanks.. I think? Haha anyway keep reading, hopefully you liked the chapter!
SketchyCord: Aww... hopefully the fluffy fic made you feel better. Fluffiness is best because it's... well fluffy. You can love the characters and none of them get sick and they all ride off into the sunset living happily ever after.
newportgirl22: Aww... well you know what for about an hour after I wrote that, I seriously considered putting up something saying: Sorry guys that chapter was a virus on my computer, don't worry Blythe didn't actually die. But I was going to have her die at some point so I guess I had to get it over with.
Madusa and the 'Wizard': Zoing.. I hope that review means, even though I'm stupid for killing her, that you still like the story:D
Just so you guys know, this starts right from where chapter 10 ended.
The doctor looks back and forth from Ryan to Marissa, his eyes occasionally darting over to Seth and Summer. "I'm... I'm so sorry for your loss. You could... see her if you liked? Or perhaps it'd be best if you... left. The.. her," the doctor takes a breath and speaks fast, trying to appear as if what he's saying isn't horrible, "her body will be taken to the mourge, in the basement of the hospital. But you could..."
The doctor trails off, realizing that the four could care less what he's saying. "You...-" Marissa starts speaking but stops, her hand clenching in and out of a fist, shakily. "She..-" Marissa's mouth closes and almost simultaneously, Marissa and Summer turn into their husbands, head burying into their chests. Tears are falling from all eyes, shoulders are shaking.
Clutching on to each other for dear life because it seems like, once again, this is the only way.
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"Mom?" To Kirsten, Seth's voice sounds shaky and unstable, almost like he's been crying.
"Hey sweetie. Is everything okay?"
"No. Blythe... Blythe's dead." There's a long silence, a whimper and the phone hangs up. Tiffany and Tory, who had moments ago, been prancing around the room in their pink tutus, stopped and stared at Kirsten.
"Grandma?" Tiffany asks. "What's wrong?"
Kirsten's eyes fill with tears and she stares out the window forcefully, before getting down on her knees beside the twins. "Sweetie.. Blythe's in Heaven now."
Tory's chocolate brown eyes widen, her mouth begins to tremble. "What.. what do you mean Grandma?"
"She died stupid!" Tiffany yells at Tory. "She's DEAD!" And suddenly both girls are sobbing in Kirsten's lap and when Sandy comes home fifteen minutes later, he finds the three, leaning against the dishwasher, their blonde hair all mixing together, crying. And he can just tell.
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Marissa isn't exactly sure how she got there or who brought her but she finds herself in a tiny room, not unlike the ones that have been the bearer of the bad news recently to her and Ryan about Blythe. Only there's no table, just a tiny couch and a few folding chairs and some stupid, cheesy painting of all these flowers. Ryan isn't there and for a second she thinks she's all alone but she sees Summer, and a man she vaugley recognizes. She's lying on a bed, sort of like the ones she's seen in the on call rooms in doctor shows.
"Where's Ryan?" She croaks out. Right now, she just wants Ryan to hold her and tell her everything's going to be okay.
"He's with Mr. Cohen."
"What.. why's he with Seth?"
"Mrs. Atwood, you sort of collapsed, fainted, if you will. It's just from the shock and grief, it isn't uncommon but we brought you here to assure you were alright."
"Where's my husband?"
"He's with Mr. Cohen, he needed to get out the hospital. I can assure you he will be back very shortly. I'll leave now, you're free to leave whenever you want Mrs. Atwood. I'm so sorry." The doctor lets himself out and Summer takes a cautious step towards Marissa.
"Coop..."
"She's dead. She's really, really dead. And Ryan isn't even here." Marissa pulls her knees up to her chest. Summer tries to put her hand on her shoulder but Marissa shakes it off. "I need Ryan.."
"I know. He'll be back." Summer takes out her cell phone, sinks into one of the chairs and dials Seth's cell number. "Seth?"
"Hey Summer."
"Is Ryan with you?"
"Yeah.. we're heading back to the hospital. I think.. he just needed to get out y'know?"
"Can you hurry?"
"Yeah, we're going as fast we can babe. Is Marissa bad?"
"Yeah. I'm worried, and I'm so scared. For her. For... everyone."
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Ryan and Seth appear within five minutes. Summer hugs Ryan tightly, before leaving the room with Seth, her head on his shoulder. "Did you call the girls? I want to see them.. and Jackson. I need to... I want to make sure they're okay. I know it sounds stupid but this," Summer gestures, "this whole thing seems so damn stupid and unreal, like it could just take them next."
Seth squeezes her hand. "I know. I called my mom. I think they might be keeping the kids, just for the night. I thought maybe we should be there. Or not? They might want to be alone but I figured, just in case.. we can always stay at my parent's."
"No. I think that's a good idea. We'll wait. I want to be there for them, but I don't want to be... overbearing and try to act like I know what they're going through. Because I kinda get it, in a sense, but they're her parents. We can't miss her more than they do."
"I know." Seth says again, stroking her hair. And somehow this is comforting.
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Tiffany and Tory are in the attic. Their mommy and daddy are acting so sad. Their Uncle Ryan won't come out of his room and their Aunt Marissa isn't talking. Jackson's asleep, so they're in the attic. At first they played A Little Princess but they couldn't decide who got to be Sara so then they started to play Barbies but they couldn't get into it.
So now they're looking at photos. They find one of four people they vaugley recognize as their mommy,daddy, aunt and uncle. In the picture, they all look younger and a lot happier. Their Mommy and Aunt Summer are wearing what look like red gowns, with funny square hats. Their Daddy and Uncle Ryan are wearing the same thing, only blue. They have their arms around each other.
"What's that say?" Tiffany asks, her finger pointing at a caption scribbled under the photo.
"I dunno... that looks like a... c maybe? I know. Let's go ask Mommy. I bet she can tell us."
"Yeah.." Tiffany says doubtfully, in a voice that suggests their mother could never read such a long sentance.
"Alright." The two girls set off, Tory holding the photo in her hand like it's the Holy Grail. "Mommy?" She asks, her voice becomes swallowed up by the pure silence of the house. "MOMMY?" Summer appears, looking tired and worn out.
"Hey guys! Are you two okay?"
"Oh yeah. But we found a photo and we can't read it and it's buggin' us real bad. So we want you to read it for us." Summer takes the photo and her jaw drops.
"Oh my God.."
"That's what it says!?" Both girls cry at the same time.
Summer smiles sadly and fingers the photo. "No. It says, Class of oh six-Fantastic Four."
"Hm. Why?"
"Well, this is a photo of when we graduate, from Harbor? And it was in the year two thousand and six. You guys weren't born then."
"Wow.. That's a real long time ago."
"Yeah.. you guys look real happy there." Tory offers. "How come you don't look like that?"
Summer feels strange being asked such a serious question by someone so little. "I don't know sweetheart. I think, it's partly because we got older, so we had to start worrying about more important stuff. And we got married and had you guys, so life got to be more.. complicated."
Tiffany's eyes droop. "So we made you guys not happy?"
"Oh sweetie, no. You and Tory and Jackson make our lives light up every day. We love you so much."
"And Auntie Marissa and Uncle Ryan loved Blythe a whole lot?"
Summer's eyes get glassy. "Yeah sweetie, they loved her so much."
"So then why did they let her die?"
"Oh Tor... it wasn't their fault. Aunt Marissa and Uncle Ryan would have done anything if Blythe would have lived. It was a terrible thing that happened and they're so sad. They couldn't do anything about it."
"Okay."
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Ryan looks over at the clock. It's three forty seven. He had been in bed since eleven, waiting for Marissa to come to bed. And now, after smashing his fist into the pillow a few dozen times he's going to find her. He looks in the kitchen first, and then the basement. She's not there. When he heads upstairs, he can hear muffled crying coming from down the hall. His stomach drops and he knows Marissa's location.
She's in Blythe's room. He turns the door knob and opens the door. Marissa is lying under Blythe's covers, a pink Care Bear clutched in her hands. Share Bear. The bear that had been Marissa's and had been given to Blythe one night, when Marissa went down to New York for the weekend and Blythe missed Marissa so much that she had attatched herself to the bear and wouldn't let anyone else touch it.
"Marissa.." The room smells like Blythe. Like flowers, cupcakes and baby Johnson's shampoo. Photots are hung on the walls. Her purple bathrobe is lying on the carpeted floor, from a few days ago. A Junie B. Jones book is lying, face down on the ground. It looks like Blythe had simply gone away to a sleepover, leaving her room in a mess. But she hasn't. Marissa barely acknowledged his prescence.
So Ryan makes his way over to the bed, pulls down the covers and gets in beside Marissa. He wraps his arms around her, and she falls into him, crying. The pink fur of Share Bear tickles his chin.
