Hey everyone… just answering a few review questions. 1st, I come up with these ideas mostly from my environment… you know, TV, books, dreams, my peer's behavior. Everything around me, sort of mixed together, you know? And… nope, that was it.
BTW, this is back to Suze's POV.
Enjoys.
I held Matt in my arms.
They had to treat my wounds, and then I managed to slip away and find Matthew. I snuck him out of the glass crib that they were holding him in and took him back to my bed.
"Sugar, bunnies, rainbows too, these are the things that make up you." I whispered, rocking him back and forth.
I noticed that he had a scratch on his foot.
"Did they do this to you?" I whispered.
They sure did!!
Someone yelled. I looked around.
"Who's there??" I yelled. No one answered. It was after dark.
I'm here.
They yelled loud. It rang in my ears.
They hurt your son. Can you believe that?
"Who are you?" I whispered.
My name is Julius.
"Julius?"
Didn't you hear the first time?
"Okay, go away, Julius!"
No.
"What do you want?"
I only want to help you.
"I cant help you move on, I'm sick. If you're a ghost, you'll have to wait."
Im not a ghost. Im your instinct. You know, the little angel on your shoulder?
I squinted my eyes. "Sure."
Listen up, Susannah. I need to tell you something important.
---Scott---
"Susannah Simon…" I grumbled.
Ripping box by box off the shelves.
One, two, three…
And now the hardest part.
Snapping them all in half.
"Oh!" I winced, breaking each one.
My money, wasted.
And then, I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I pulled one out of the box, and lit it up.
"Oh, God, that feels good." I whispered, smoking.
I finished and then broke all the others.
I may be addicted, but I cant have more then one every few hours. Breaking the rest was easy.
"Done!" I yelled, satisfied.
I emptied the jar that I used to put my spare change in… it was labled 'CIGARETTE MONEY'.
"How about…" I thought, thinking about a new name for the jar. "spare change." I laughed and then wrote the name on the jar.
"Transformation, complete." I breathed, observing my house.
"Serena, you would have loved to see me now." I whispered, glassy eyed. "Giving up my addiction, just like you said."
I blinked away the tears and then ran to catch a bus to my shift at the station.
---Jesse---
"We are guessing that Matthew De Silvia is your son?" The man asked through the phone.
"Yes." I said back. "Has something happened, Doctor?"
"I'm afraid so, Mr. De Silvia."
My heart skipped a beat. "I'll be there."
I ran, literally, all the way to the hospital.
Running up the stairs, running to her room.
"Jesse!" the doctor called. "I need to talk to you, in a private room. For a moment, please?"
I nodded. He lead me into a room.
"Jesse, what I say may come as a shock to you. You might want to… sit down, Mr. De Silvia."
I looked concerned. "What happened?" I said, carefully sitting down.
"Jesse…" He sighed. "I hate this job." He muttered under his breath.
"What?" I demanded.
"Your son… was pronounced dead an hour ago."