Just for the record, I'm not dead. And for the sake of the little sanity I have left, you don't have a swarm of demons from hell after you, so write in proper English.
Your own way
The notice from the flower company had done Sydney in. During those hours after the party, she had been nervous, and that little sheet of paper had been the last straw. She had ranted, she had broken various pieces of furniture, and finally, she drank a handful of sleeping pills. If it hadn't been for the neighbors, who, upon hearing the ruckus, had called the police, she might have died. It had been a matter of minutes, as the doctors told Matt. Sydney had been found, dialing the Phone number of Daphne's flat, and since they mistook Matt for her boyfriend, he was let on about everything.
"It seemed very serious…" he said, as he prepared some coffee for Daphne. "When they called me for a second time, she had been out of the emergency, but she was still in danger. Just now, she had woken up. If the police had arrived just one minute later…she would've died."
"Did you tell the doctors…they made a mistake? That you're not her boyfriend…come to think about it, they should've known."
"The doctors aren't quite the people that would read the tabloids, Daph. Anyway, I couldn't just tell them the truth…I didn't know where Fred could be, and I don't think that your date deserved to be interrupted in such a way." Daphne winced at the thought. The unpleasant memory of the dinner they had returned, and she hugged her shoulders.
"But we must do something." She said, suddenly "We have to go to the hospital, and talk to her, and call her parents and…"
"I've already done that. Needless to say that they weren't very willing to believe me."
Daphne sighed out loud and placed her hands on her pulsing temples. So much had happened over one night that she could hardly process it. Of course Sydney's parents wouldn't believe Matt, it wasn't enough that the press was blowing out their daughter's engagement, but to have a total stranger call them in the middle of the night and tell them that she attempted suicide?
"I shouldn't have come here." Suddenly she got up and started pacing about the room.
"Daph, what did we just talk about?" Matt got up and went to her "You're not responsible for other peoples' actions."
"Yeah? I could've prevented a lot by not coming here! But I chose to ignore all good reason and came here and what's come out of it? An old boyfriend going mad, I'm going mad, a woman almost died. DIED! She tried to take her life because my presence here tortured her! Put yourself in my place and then lecture me on not being responsible!"
"Daphne, Daphne, look at me! Look at me!" Matt grabbed her hand and made her face him "Sydney and Fred are grown people! She knew what she got when she accepted his proposal! Your only fault was being a kind friend that cares about the people you love. You wanted to be by Velma's side, right?"
"Yes…"
"You see. Now tell me…" he let her go and walked away to sit next to the window "Honestly, tell me why did you turn Fred down this evening? He offered you his love, he is handsome and famous…why didn't you just accept him…things would've set just right. Sure, Sydney would've been brokenhearted, but sooner or later she would've gotten over him. So why not accept?"
Yes, why not? Perhaps Mystery Inc wouldn't have been lost. If Daphne went back to Fred, things would be just the same.
Just the same…Fred and Velma arguing, the never ending trouble, the press invading their personal space every day. Distancing themselves, hurting themselves…being farther and farther apart. What exactly was good about it? Would Fred actually be considering her something more than a toy, a possession? Would he only think of her when she tried to walk away?
Daphne was quiet. Sitting on that couch all alone, surrounded by darkness…she looked so scared and alone. Matt wanted hug her, but this was something she had to decide on her own. If he went to her then it would all be in vain.
"I…" she felt her throat dry "It would've been too easy." She sighed and threw her head back to look at her friend "Going to him wouldn't have set things right. Fred doesn't love me, nor do I love him. It's just the publicity. It's just the habit. I told you already. And whether I like it or not…whether it's humiliating and shameful and selfish…it's the way he is. I can't change that. And yet…and yet I didn't want things to end up like that."
Daphne strolled gracefully to the open window and placed her small palms on the frame, close to Matthew, but never really touching him. The eyelids were flickering and there were tears streaming down her pale cheeks, but her expression remained impassive.
"You know, I did save the day. Many, many times. I thought about all the times we fought over silly things, about all the times we were selfish and disrespectful, and tried to fix it. Ironically, we solved such complicated mysteries, we found the smallest clues that led us to the villain, but we overlooked the obvious, until it was too late. And I went back, looking for that precise moment when the rapture was formed, and I always did this or that to fill it, to stop the disaster from the beginning. What I never did was to repair things on time. When I finally imagined Mystery Inc together, it was too late. And now…going back to once we were is like trying to put a burned letter together. It's to kneel in the ashes, and to form words that have gone away with the smoke."
"So you say it's useless?"
"You know, all the times I saved Mystery Inc, I thought it broke apart because I chose to stay neutral, and because I was never any good. Now I know that it broke up because all of us, and it would take all of us to restore it. But it's impossible. It's better to move on and live your life. Staying in one place doesn't heal old wounds, it makes them bleed."
Matt remained silent, then closed his eyes.
"Won't you say something?" she asked.
"Why? I am a total stranger to all of you. Who am I to tell you what to do, who am I to judge you? You've made your choice, but you're not happy with it."
He turned around to look at her.
"I can see people's suffering is affecting you. And just because Fred can't see things the way you do doesn't mean that he deserves to keep on 'bleeding'. But sooner or later, we all make choices. And sometimes those choices are not favorable to all. It's up to you to decide now, Daphne. It's not all over."
He made his way to the door and grabbed his jacket.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm affecting you, Daphne. I have to leave you alone to think about this." He turned around and gave her one of his trademark goofy smiles. "Don't worry, I'm not going to run off. I need some fresh air myself."
Daphne waited until she saw his figure disappear on the streets, and then ran towards her room. She changed quickly into a comfortable black shirt and jeans and slipped on a pair of trainers, before darting off towards the hospital.
A/N-No, seriously, write things I can understand, for goodness' sake. I'm not a robot.
