Outside Heaven

Chapter 28

Unwritten

Three weeks passed. Matt and Sarah announced their news the same evening of Kevin and Lucy's return. Sarah had told Matt about telling her mother; he was still a little bitter with her for that. Nonetheless, everyone in the family seemed happy for Matt and Sarah.

On October eighth, Rebekah was given the "okay" to come home. The family shared excitement and a little fright. She was now six pounds and breathing on her own. Doctors were impressed; Bekah came home two weeks before her original due date. She was still small, but not much smaller than Savannah had been when she was born.

As for Cecilia, she was doing well. She often complained about her swollen ankles and the baby crunching her ribs. She was getting close to her due date. Cecilia was due literally any day by then, and looked like she could pop. Simon and she were both anxious and excited. In a way, they were both in disbelief that they would soon be parents. Neither of them could wait much longer to hold their little baby girl in their arms.

Annie was still in the coma ward at the Glen Oak Hospital. They had started to visit her less and less. When Rebekah was at the hospital, Lucy and Kevin would spend the majority of their days with her. They would always drop by Annie's room to see how she was doing. Nothing had changed. She was still the same as she had been three months ago when Ruthie had woken up. Matt and Sarah both checked in on her a little each day, only to realize the same. Ruthie had asked Matt and Sarah each of the odds of her "waking up." Neither of them would give her a straight answer. She assumed they were not good.

As for Ruthie; her scars were fading. If one was close enough, they could see the light scratches on her face. With a little cover up, they were invisible. Since Lucy had come home, home life was not enjoyable. Every dinner they shared with Kevin and Lucy, Ruthie would receive disgusted looks from her older sister. She really didn't the big deal; Lucy seemed to be the only one in their family – aside from probably her mother – who had a problem with her not being a virgin. Matt, Sarah, Simon, Cecilia, and Kevin didn't treat her any different than they had before the accident.

When Lucy was around and Ruthie was in the room with Savannah, she would grab Savannah and run out. Ruthie had been spending a lot of time lately taking care of the little ones with Matt, Sarah, Lucy, and Kevin were out. Now that Cecilia was getting close to her due date, she was spending a lot of time relaxing. Simon was given the, "Honey, do this" and "Honey, do that" orders. He was responsible for his expectant life, leaving Ruthie responsible of the little kids.

Ruthie could tell Lucy didn't want her around Savannah. She never said anything direct to Ruthie when others were around. She gave her looks only Ruthie would understand.

The afternoon before Bekah came home, Lucy and Kevin returned home from the hospital earlier than normal. Ruthie was sitting in the living room with Savannah, Jacob, and Noah. She was helping Savannah fill in a Mickey Mouse puzzle. Jacob and Noah, being sixteen months, were more fascinated with grabbing the pieces and placing them in their mouths. The pieces were soft, so they were not a danger to the boys.

Abruptly, the front door opened and Lucy and Kevin entered. Their faces were wide with smiles, but when Lucy saw Savannah and Ruthie her face draped. She rushed over and grabbed her Savannah. As she grabbed Savannah, Simon was walking down the stairs. "You guys are home early," he observed.

"My little girl's coming home!" Lucy chirped. "Savannah, your baby sister is going to come home tomorrow."

"Yay!" Savannah happily clapped her hands.

Ruthie opened her mouth to offer her congratulations, but Lucy gave her a, "Hmph" as if she didn't want to hear her speak. Lucy made a rush to the kitchen with Savannah. Ruthie rolled her eyes, looking at Simon and Kevin.

Simon gave Kevin a confused look. "What's up with her?" Kevin shrugged. Simon placed his hand on Kevin's shoulder. "Anyway, that's great," he said, "When is she coming home?"

"Tomorrow morning," Kevin smiled weakly. "I'm happy. I can't wait to have all three of my girls home. Though, I admit I'm a little nervous. She's still so small – only six pounds. Savannah was eight pounds when she was born. At least she's off the monitor, I admit, that's what I was most afraid of bringing home."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Simon grinned. He looked over at Ruthie. "And Ruthie and I will be here to help you guys out as much as possible." Yeah, like Lucy will let me near that baby, Ruthie rolled her eyes.

"That is so kind of you, Simon," Kevin commented. "With having a baby of your own on the way, you've been so kind."

Simon shrugged. "It's the least I can do. You're my family." He raised his eyebrow toward Ruthie and added, "I think we need to start acting more like a family. Like we did when Dad was alive and we were younger."

Ruthie rolled her eyes and jotted out of the room into the kitchen. The two, almost three, year old was sitting in her booster seat in the kitchen. Lucy had given her an ice cream bar. Ruthie glanced over at the clock, it was nearly one. They had only eaten lunch an hour ago. She sighed, rolling her eyes. Lucy would give Savannah anything she wanted – even if she had just eaten.

"She just ate an hour ago," Ruthie spoke.

"So?" Lucy snapped. "She's my daughter, not yours. Let me worry about her."

Ruthie rolled her eyes. "Why can't you just let it go? You don't have to make a big scene in front of everyone all the time. If you have something to say to me say to my face!" She crossed her arms and looked away from her sister towards her niece whose face was covered with chocolate ice cream.

"Let's not do this in front of Savannah," Lucy said bitterly, crinkling her forehead. Savannah looked up at her mother with curiosity. Lucy suddenly picked up her daughter, whom was still holding the messy ice cream bar.

"Come on, Sweetie, let's take you back to the living room so I can talk to your aunt," Lucy said quietly, giving Ruthie an evil glare. She disappeared into the living room, returning only moments later. Ruthie remained standing near the island counter, shifting her weight on it with her elbow.

When Lucy returned, she crossed her arms and moved close to Ruthie. Their noses were practically touching. "So?" Ruthie finally said. "What do you have to say to me?"

Lucy rolled her eyes. "I don't know what to say to you – other than you've turned into nothing but a slut. You're a bad influence on my daughter. I don't want you around her or any other children. Of course, I can't speak for Matt and Sarah. Of course, you're buddies with both of them, so whatever."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ruthie snapped. "I am not buddies with anyone. What happened to this thing called family? Matt is my brother, and Sarah's my sister-in-law and they happen to be more understanding than you."

"What makes you think that?" Lucy asked. In her defense, she argued, "That's not true, Ruthie. There's nothing you can't talk to me about. I'm a minister. You're supposed to be able to talk to me."

"How can I talk to you when you're like this?" Ruthie rolled her eyes. "You fucking bitch. I'm not a slut just because I'm not a virgin. And you call yourself a minister. A minister is supposed to be non-judgmental. Fuck you." She stormed up the stairs, leaving Lucy in the kitchen stupefied.

She hadn't spoken directly to her sister since that day. Lucy was now bitterer with her than ever before. When Rebekah came home, Lucy made sure that Ruthie had little to no contact with both girls. She had gotten the chance to hold Rebekah once when Lucy was napping and Kevin was with the kids in the living room.

Ruthie was still in disbelief that she had called her sister a fucking bitch. She didn't like to use such language, but sometimes, just got so pissed off that she couldn't control it. Lucy always knew exactly how to piss her off. At least she wouldn't have to put up with it for too much longer. Simon and Cecilia had both made it official that she would be traveling with them to London after their baby was born.

She had yet to tell Peter and any of her other friends – in other words, Meredith. Peter and Meredith were the only ones who came to see her regularly. She still talked to Mac occasionally, but mostly on Facebook. Also, she was still in contact with Lynn and a few friends from Scotland over Facebook. Actually, she had told one of her Scotland friends about moving to London. They were excited; at least she would be on the European continent. Surely it wouldn't be that long of a flight to make a visit to Scotland. She had yet to look that up.

Two days after Bekah came home, Cecilia went into labor. It was the middle of the night. Matt was at the hospital delivering a baby; the rest of the family was asleep. Kevin, Lucy, and their girls were over at their house. Ruthie was sitting on her laptop playing Farmville into the wee hours of the night – past one in the morning. She never used to play Facebook games a lot, but lately she had been getting into them. With no school, and her friends so busy, she had been bored to death.

She heard a loud scream from below. Immediately, she ditched her laptop and raced downstairs. By the time she got down there, she saw Sam and David standing by the doorway to Simon and Cecilia's room. They were both wearing their Superman pajamas. Sam saw her walk down the stairs, "Cecilia's having her baby."

David rolled his eyes. "I don't get why she has to scream so loud. I was asleep. Now we're going to get no sleep tonight!"

"Cecilia won't have her baby here," Ruthie assured them. "Just go back to bed. I'm sure Simon will take her to the hospital."

"But she's screaming. We can't sleep while she's screaming," Sam rubbed his eyes yawning. "It's not fair, why does everyone have to have stupid babies in our family? As if there aren't enough already."

"I know, what's so great about babies? All they do is poop, pee, and cry," David added. "They're not even cute. Rebekah's kind of creepy looking. She looks like a troll." Rebekah's skin pigment was different than normal babies. Doctors said it was because her lungs were not fully developed when she was born. Her skin would always be a little yellow, apparently. If her skin got too yellow, though, they told Lucy and Kevin to rush her to the hospital immediately. That was a sign of an infection.

"I wonder why no one in our family uses birth control," Sam rolled his eyes. Birth control? He's eight. Ruthie pondered where Sam had heard about birth control.

"OWWW!" Cecilia's screeching voice rang in their ears.

"Take a deep breath, you're going to be fine," Sarah assured her, her voice trembled and she sounded nervous.

Ruthie cracked the door room open. "What's going on?" she whispered. Simon was; holding his wife's hand, and Sarah was dialing rapidly on her cell phone. Cecilia was lying on the bed with her legs spread. "Are you going to the hospital?"

"She's too far," Sarah informed her. Ruthie took note to her black-laced night gown; with it on her small baby bump was invisible. Her curly dark hair was let down; dark circles were around her eye lids. She looked exhausted. "She's already dilated ten centimeters. I can't get her to the hospital in time. I'm trying to get a hold of Matt, but he's not answering."

"What?" Ruthie gasped. "How did this happen?" She looked back in forth between Simon and Cecilia. She had always thought that the birthing process was a long process, especially with firstborns.

"Apparently, I've been having contractions all day. I thought it was just false labor again, but it was real…OW…and then my water broke about an hour ago…OWWWWW…" Cecilia gripped Simon's hand.

Sarah clicked off of her phone one last time. "Did you try what's-his-face…Jonathan?" Ruthie asked. "He's an OB-GYN."

"OWWW!"

"I think he took Sandy to his father's condo this weekend," Simon told them. "At least, I think that's what I heard Lucy saying earlier." Ruthie shuttered at the mention of her beloved sister's name.

"Mom, Dad," Cecilia whimpered. "I want my parents."

"They're on their way," Simon stroked his wife's hair and pressed a damp wash cloth against her forehead.

Ruthie looked at Sarah in panic. "You're a doctor! Do something!"

"All I can do is: deliver the baby," Sarah said quietly. She turned to Sam and David, still behind. "Can you two go get me some towels – preferably dark – from the bathroom?" Sam and David sulked a little, but nonetheless obeyed the orders of their sister-in-law.

She turned to Ruthie. "Ruthie, go downstairs and let in Cecilia's parents." Ruthie sighed, running downstairs. They had forgotten two people: Lucy and Kevin. Ruthie closed her eyes, shuttering at the thought of what Lucy would say when she found out that they hadn't gone to get them.

Ruthie flipped the outside light on so Mr. and Mrs. Smith could see their way when they arrived. The lights in the hall way were already on; she had also turned the lights in the living room on. She could still hear the screaming and wailing from upstairs coming from Cecilia. Only about five minutes later, she saw a car park on the side of the road. Cecilia's mother and father both swung their doors open, running up to meet Ruthie at the door. Behind them, Ruthie saw a familiar face. Meredith.

"Where is she?" George Smith immediately asked, seeing Ruthie.

"Is it really too late?" Gwen asked. "She can't be that far dilated already. It's her first child. I was in labor with Cecilia for eighteen hours!"

"That's what Sarah says, and she's a doctor. I would trust her," Ruthie assured.

"But she's not an OB-GYN. Where's her husband, your brother… Matt, isn't it?" George asked, looking up at the sky.

"I don't care," Gwen said. "I'm going to my daughter. She needs me." Ruthie pointed to the stairs and both Gwen and George began racing up the steps. Ruthie followed them up the steps.

When they got in the room, Cecilia's legs were spread open. Simon was still dabbing the cold wash cloth on his wife's face and holding her right hand. "Mom!" Cecilia gasped. Gwen raced over to her daughter's bedside and wrapped her arm around her.

"I'm here for you," she told her. "It's going to be okay, baby, everything will be fine. I promise."

George turned to Sarah, who was putting on plastic gloves. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked her. "You have delivered a baby before, right? Please tell me you know what you're doing."

"I may not be an OB-GYN, but yes, I have delivered a couple of babies. It was part of our required training," Sarah sighed, sounding a little annoyed. She added, "I've also been on Cecilia's side of the bed." Sarah placed her hand on her small swollen stomach. George raised his eyebrow, still looking a little uncertain.

The towels had been placed under Cecilia's legs, which were spread open. "OWWWW, OOOOW," Cecilia's screams echoed. Her face was beet read and sweat was dripping from her face. No matter how many times Simon dabbed her face, the sweat kept on dripping. Her hair also appeared drenched, as if she had just gotten out of a pool of water.

Ruthie, Sam, and David were standing at the doorway. "Can one of you go get me Matt's spare black medical bag?" Sarah asked in a rushed voice. "It's sitting on top of the dresser in our room. But be quiet, Jake and Noah are still sleeping…surprisingly. They're such deep sleepers."

Sam and David stared at each other. "You do it," Sam told David.

"No, you," David threw back.

Ruthie rolled her eyes and sighed, "I'll do it." Sarah smiled graciously back at Ruthie. Ruthie ran into the next door bedroom. After she entered, she started to tip-toe. The twins' deep groggy breathing could be heard from the minute she entered the room. Their eyes were still pinned shut as they slumbered.

Immediately, she noticed the black bag sitting on the dresser. She reached for it and swiftly turned around to make a clean break-a-way. Just as her legs stretched for the door, she heard a scream behind her. It was not Cecilia's. The twins had awoken.

"Waaaaaaaah!" both of the boys were crying. At the doorway, she twisted her head behind her neck. Both boys were standing up with tears streaming from their faces. She sighed and ignored them, proceeding back to the room next door.

The door was now shut and Sam and David were standing out of it. "This is nasty," Sam stated.

"It's really nasty in there," David agreed with his brother. "You don't want to go in there." The crying from the room Ruthie had just exited echoed into the hallway.

"Did Cecilia have the baby?" Sam asked.

Ruthie rolled her eyes at their childishness. She pushed the door into Simon and Cecilia's room and handed the bag to Sarah, whom was coaxing Cecilia. "Thanks Ruthie, you're a life saver." she sighed, "We don't have a lot time, I hear Jake and Noah…"

"I've got them," Ruthie said immediately. "Don't worry." She took note to the stressful expression on her elder brother's face. Here he was, about to be a father. He looked as if he was enduring as much pain as his wife; which was shown by his apple red face with sweat dripping from it. Ruthie turned around quickly and headed out of the room, where Sam and David still stood. She sighed, "Why don't you two just go back to bed?"

"We already told you! There is too much noise!" David rolled his eyes. Not the eye roll, they're eight. Then again, she too had given her parents the eye roll at eight.

"Go over to Lucy and Kevin's," Ruthie suggested out of the blue. "Let them know what is going on, okay?"

"Mom said we're not allowed out at night alone," Sam protested.

"Mom's not here," Ruthie told them, winking. The twin brothers made eye contact and seemed to come to a consensus. They ran down the stairs.

Afterward, Ruthie headed into the room where the screaming toddlers were. She reached for Jake, then Noah and held them each in her arm. A rocking chair that Sarah would rock them to bed in each night sat in the corner of the room. She made her way for it. Sitting down, she cuddled both boys in her arms. Through the wall, she could still hear Cecilia's shrieks. Continuously, she rocked the sleepy babies back and forth. Both boys had their thumbs in their mouths. Their eyes started to droop shut again within moments. So did hers.

Despite the shrieking from the next room, Ruthie found herself dozing off with Jacob and Noah. She soon was in a dreamless sleep. The next thing she knew, the door had busted open. Her eyes groggily opened and Sam and David's figures came into focus. The boys both had grins on their faces, which was shocking enough for her.

"Cecilia had the baby!" Sam chirped.

Ruthie blinked her eyes several times in a row. Her eyes and ears both adjusted to being awake. Cecilia had the baby; is what he had said. A scratchy sound of a crying baby filled her ears. Slowly, she looked down at the toddlers she held. Both were still asleep. The crying was coming from the room next to them.

"The ambulance just got here to take Cecilia and the baby to the hospital!" David added. "She's all bloody! You should come see her."

She blinked several more times. Her head ached, and the clock across the room read 4:45. Three hours had passed since she had first heard Cecilia's shrieks. Without warning, Sam surprised her by taking Noah out of her right arm. The toddler stirred a little, but did not awake. Ruthie shifted Jacob to her right arm, which his brother had just shared. Then she remembered; Kevin and Lucy. "Did you guys go over to Kevin and Lucy's?"

The eight-year-old twins stared at each other, shrugging. They looked back at her. "Yes," they both said at the same time. Their faces both turned a little pale. Oh no, what now?

"What happened?" Ruthie demanded.

"Well," Sam started. "We went over there and knocked on the door."

"Lucy and Kevin were sleeping, but Kevin answered the door," David continued.

"And we told them Cecilia was having the baby."

"Since Savannah and Rebekah were sleeping in the house, Lucy said they couldn't both come over because they couldn't be left alone."

"We offered to watch them."

"But Lucy said no. She said we're too young."

"Kevin suggested that Lucy should stay over with the kids, that Sarah might need his help."

"Lucy argued, saying that she should be there for the birth of the birth of her niece…" The twins looked at each other again. "You tell her," David said.

"No, I don't want to!" Sam protested. "You should."

David rolled his eyes. "Well, they started arguing… and they woke up Savannah and Rebekah. Both were crying and Lucy said a bad word to Kevin blaming him. I'm not going to repeat it, so Kevin got Savannah and Lucy got Rebekah. They came over here with both girls. The baby was just about to be born then. So, Lucy came in the room and Sarah was just about to deliver the baby. Lucy told Sarah she had no business delivering the baby because she's not a genealogist" They mean 'gynecologist', right? Ruthie chuckled a little to herself.

"Sarah asked her if she'd rather have someone with no medical background deliver the baby."

"And Lucy said that she was more qualified to deliver the baby."

What? Ruthie gasped.

"So Cecilia started freaking out demanding that Lucy leave, because Sarah was doing fine. Lucy got in Cecilia's face. Simon threatened to call the cops on his sister if she didn't stop disturbing the birth of his daughter …" Sam met eyes with his twin. "You tell her."

"Then Lucy slapped Simon! And Simon slapped her back. Kevin finally came in the room. You see, he was downstairs getting Savannah a drink of water because she was thirsty and cranky. So, he came in and escorted Lucy out of the house. We don't know where she is now."

"The end," they both said at once. They always had to end with 'the end', Ruthie sighed, rolling her eyes. Her sister had truly turned into a reckless mess. Both of her sisters had. Between Mary and Lucy, they had a way of making her look sane, amazingly enough. Yet, she was the slut, according to Lucy. Maybe she was, but Ruthie didn't care any longer. Ruthie was going to be who she wanted to be – herself.

Life around the Camden residence didn't get any better after Madelyn – whom soon became Madi – was born. If anything, it became more hectic. Matt had called only moments after Sam and David had announced the events of those wee hours of the morning. His cell phone had died, thus he did not receive any of his messages until he had gotten to his car where his charger was. Sarah had also left a message with the hospital, but they had only just told him that his wife had called after he had delivered the baby. He was a little irritated with the hospital staff for that, but it wasn't like he could have just left his patient to run home. Also, he was the only OB-GYN on call at the hospital. Cecilia's doctor was home sick with the flu. So much for 'conflict of interest'; Ruthie had decided. In their defense, Matt and Sarah claimed emergencies did not count. And that had been an emergency.

Matt felt terrible for not being there, but he was proud of his wife; and very disappointed with his sister. Now, not only was Lucy at odds with Ruthie, but she was at odds with Matt and Sarah. Matt had given Lucy a long spieling lecture after he had caught wind of what she had done. "What were you thinking? You have no experience in the medical field. What is your problem?"

In her defense, Lucy had claimed that it was almost four in the morning. She was not thinking straight, thus, making her crazy. It doesn't take the early hours of the morning to make Lucy crazy, Ruthie recalled to herself. Afterward, Matt had stopped speaking to Lucy. They had started seeing less and less of her. She was spending more and more time at the house with her daughters. She wouldn't allow the rest of the family to be around Savannah or Rebekah. Kevin just tagged along with her, like he was afraid of her wrath. He was such a follower, and it disgusted Ruthie.

Two weeks passed, and Simon and Cecilia were preparing to head for London. At two weeks, Madi had grown so much. The little girl looked just like her mother with her light streaks of straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She was a little cutie.

Simon and Cecilia were working on letting Ruthie be close to Madi. Ruthie had a feeling part of the reason they wanted her to head to London with them was so she could be their live-in babysitter. Honestly, she didn't care. She would take any offer that got her away from the wrath of Lucy. Unfortunately, she had to leave her older brother and sister-in-law. She didn't want to say goodbye to Matt and Sarah, but she knew she would see them at Christmas. Lately, she had had a rush of hope, believing it would all work out in the end. Something just felt right about leaving the states.

She had left breaking the news to Peter to the last minute. Meredith had found out without Ruthie willingly told her. Cecilia had told her parents, whom had passed the information along to Meredith. It didn't really matter, it saved her the trouble. At first, Meredith was a little sad, but even she agreed it would be best for Ruthie. She had said Ruthie needed an escape from the Glen Oak lifestyle. It would be good for her to be across the world with her older brother, sister-in-law, and niece.

Ruthie had known Peter wouldn't take the news so lightly. It was the day before they were set to leave that she had built up the courage to tell him. She had volunteered to take him to dinner and a movie, for old time's sake. Ruthie remembered back only a few years ago when Peter and she would do so nearly every weekend.

The whole time, he clung to her hand in public – as though they were a couple. Ruthie gathered the feeling that Peter had come to the conclusion that they were more than friends. She wasn't sure if she felt the same way. If she did, she knew it wouldn't be so easy for her to leave him behind. When she looked at Peter, she felt a friendship. At one time, when she was thirteen, looking into his eyes had caused sparks to fly off in her heart. She didn't get that feeling anymore.

His lips pressed tightly against hers after the move. They were sitting outside the front porch alone. It was past one, and everyone had gone to bed. Sometimes Ruthie missed having a father to spy on her. Her siblings didn't spy on her; they let her do her own thing.

Finally, she said, "Peter, I have to tell you something."

He kissed her again. "What is that?"

She let out a sigh. "Peter, I don't know how to tell this… I hope you're not going to be upset with me… but like Meredith told me, it's necessary."

His face showed confusion. "What do you mean? What could make me upset with you? Ruthie, nothing could. And Meredith? What does she have to do with anything?" He leaned over to kiss her again, but she jerked away.

"Peter, enough," she said quietly. "Peter, I'm moving to London with Simon, Cecilia, and Madi."

He froze, as if he had been on the Titanic when it sunk. At first, she thought his heart had stopped. Then, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped. He started to stutter, "W-W-What? Y-You can't! Ruthie, I-I think I love you." He slowly put his arm around her, causing her eyes to water up with the sound of those words.

"Peter," she whispered, "I like you a lot… as a friend, I might have even loved you. But, I don't know Peter… I need to get away. I still care about you, and we can still talk online. You know it as well as I do, I need to get away."

A tear started to roll down her cheeks and he stood. "I-I have to go," he whispered. And he was gone.

She left for Europe the following day without seeing a trace of Peter. Suddenly, she felt like she had lost another good guy. Somehow, she managed to turn all of the good ones away, choosing only the bad ones. Martin had wanted to be with her, and she had pushed him away to be with that ass T-Bone. Martin pushed me away first, Ruthie told herself, it's different. But it wasn't. He had other obligations, getting a woman pregnant. He hadn't planned it. Yet, he still wouldn't talk to her now even though he knew they were both clean.

Peter had left her too their freshman year of high school. Of course, he hadn't chosen for his father's job to move them across town. Still, he could have visited her more. She still didn't understand why he hadn't. He had gone from being at their house every day, to never. Then, he had come back like nothing had ever happened. Like he had never abandoned her.

This was all her past. Now, she was off to a new world to start a new life. Her future was unwritten. Anything could happen. Anything. Only time would tell. Though, even Ruthie knew her past would never be gone – it would always be there to haunt her. The question was: could the past affect the future when she was living thousands of miles away? Something told her the answer was: yes. Either way, she was unwritten. It was up to her to choose her path wisely.

I am unwritten
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined

I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find

"Unwritten", Natasha Bedingfield


Author's Note: Hello from Universal! I'm so glad I got this chapter done, I hope it's suitable. As tired as I am, I'm surprised I got it done while I was still in Florida. (I don't return home until July 18th for those of you who have not seen my profile). The weather was so hot today! It was like 100 degrees, which is the only reason this got done. (It was too hot to be outside). I hope you guys enjoyed! Review and I'll send some Butterbeer your way! (I guess I'm in the wrong section to be bribing that. Oh well, I'm sure some of you have to be Harry Potter fans (:) Just so you know: It's after this chapter the fun stuff happens. (No, it's not over – though this does seem a good place to end this story, no? Hah. Nope)