Chapter 12 - Naughty Girl
Meredith was in her car and speeding towards her house in an instant. She didn't care if there was anyone in her way. She kept looking at her wrists. As she neared her house the blood worsened. She felt a little bit weak, but maybe that was from the realization that her wrists were spewing blood, and her mind was in a fit about her dad.
The sun was just appearing in the horizon when she got to her house, but there was enough light from the ambulance's and police cars surrounding her house.
She could only come to an abrupt stop. She felt her blood run cold, several chills go up her spine, her eyes clouding over with tears. He had known, and it wasn't just a feeling in her stomach. He had known everything. Her wrists dripped blood as she walked towards the scene. She no longer cared. She could have died right there, could have killed herself. She watched her mother follow several doctors into the ambulance. Her father on a stretcher, an oxygen mask on his face. Meredith stood up and out of the car and slammed the door, nearly catching her hand in the door. Her wrists began to burn, a constant burning.
"Meredith!" Her mother called. Meredith watched her father, distant. The burning in her wrists continued. Her mother was at her side in an instant. Meredith pulled away, her breath in fast motions. Her mother looked at her. Meredith's lips quivered.
"What happened." She demanded simply and sweetly.
"Meredith..."
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED MOTHER!" She screamed. Two doctors turned. Meredith never used language like that in front of her mother. She was furious. She hadn't been there to save her father. This was her fault, his fate was because she didn't get there in enough time.
"Meredith, your father is going to be okay." She said, trying to reassure her daughter. Meredith wasn't listening.
"What happened!" She screamed again.
Her mother sighed.
"Your father's okay..."
"Mother just tell me!" Meredith didn't calm down. The two doctors were coming over. Meredith felt blood cloud over her eyes once more. She looked at the trail of blood following her. Her hands felt limp. And yet it wasn't from blood loss.
"Meredith your father was shot." The words were like a rude and cold awakening. Meredith's breathing quickened. She coughed a little.
"When holy wounds come..." She said, her mind shutting down. She felt like she was hollow inside, like nothing could stop her from dying. William wasn't there, her father may be dying and she was slipping away from consciousness. "When holy wounds come, blood comes from him."
"Meredith?" Her mother watched her daughter, Meredith's eyes shut for a moment.
Two more tears of blood streamed down her face.
"Holy wounds." She held up her wrist. Her mother's blood left her face. Meredith pressed a bloody hand against her chest.
More blood seeped through.
On her bare feet two more wounds had gouged themselves.
Monica fainted.
Meredith collapsed to her knees.
"When holy wounds come..."
And suddenly she knew no more.
~
"Miss Doggett, your daughter may possibly be a stigmatic." Meredith heard hushed voices, but couldn't picture them on someone and for that matter anything. She turned her head, trying to clear it, then opened her eyes.
White, all she saw was white.
She pulled her hand up, the sharp stinging came from the IV butterfly in her hand. She could feel bandages around her wrists, her chest and her bare feet. As she willed herself out of her shock and stress induced sleep, she sat up, feeling somewhat relaxed, but in other words she wanted out. Meredith had never been good as a patient in hospitals, not since she had her tonsils removed. She hated the way they always smelled so new, how they always made her feel helpless and sick.
She looked out the window beside her bed, her hair still up and her Formal dress replaced by a hospital gown and ugly white pyjama pants. She looked at the bandages. They were useless, she saw the blood content minimal. She looked around the small hospital room. No one was there, but her mother's coat and a bag of clothes with her recognizable red top were on the chair.
Thank God, she thought, they brought me clothes. She pulled her legs out from under the sheet, careful not to set off the alarm she knew they tied onto her wrist so the nurses knew she was awake. She pulled off the string and the IV butterfly from her hand, then tested her feet on the floor.
Not surprisingly they worked, and very soon she was walking to the bag of clothing on the chair.
She looked at her watch as she changed, quickly and free from pain, looking under the bandage that stretched around her chest. The wound was gone. Her feet were perfect once again, but her wrists, they didn't stop, but the bleeding had slowed.
Once she had been changed she looked out the window. She saw her mother outside, a Doctor in front of her.
I've got to get out of here, Meredith told herself. I've got to see William. I've got to find my father.
Meredith had her father's mind, which explained why she was quick witted but her mother's conventional thoughts. Conventional was the wrong word. Meredith had an Actress's imagination. She grabbed her mother's coat.
"Sorry mom." She said, pulled it onto her and felt for the keys to her mother's car. They were still there, but there was a good chance she rode in the ambulance. Meredith didn't care if they pumped her up with codeine and morphine if they found her evading hospital treatment, she could try.
She opened the door silently, as not to draw as much as a single drop of attention. She turned her head around and walked silently. Her heart pounded, and her mother was oblivious to the sounds of her daughter running off. Meredith walked down the halls, into the elevator, and out to safety.
Meredith sighed in relief when she saw her mother's car parked not far from the exit. She ran to it, no pain from where the holy wounds used to be.
She started the car, afraid her mother would have discovered Meredith's disappearance by now. Meredith started the car. She pushed it into reverse and drove off, not wanting to look back, wanting to get away.
Wanting answers.
Meredith heard the voice over and over.
After school tomorrow.
Not sure if it was tomorrow or next week, she decided to give it a try, stopping by the school even though she wasn't allowed on school property if she wasn't in classes. She looked at her watch again. 12:00. She sighed. She had slept until noon. She didn't feel well again, her stomach was doing flip- flops.
She felt a vibration.
Afraid her mother was up to something she reached into the pocket of the coat. She saw her mother's cell phone. Meredith gave a sigh of relief. She pressed the send button and donned her mother's voice as best she could.
"Reyes?" She said, trying to sound like her mother.
"You could have fooled the AD with that voice Meredith, but not me." The voice said, the same voice on the phone last night. "So where are you running to, you naughty, naughty girl?"
Meredith was in her car and speeding towards her house in an instant. She didn't care if there was anyone in her way. She kept looking at her wrists. As she neared her house the blood worsened. She felt a little bit weak, but maybe that was from the realization that her wrists were spewing blood, and her mind was in a fit about her dad.
The sun was just appearing in the horizon when she got to her house, but there was enough light from the ambulance's and police cars surrounding her house.
She could only come to an abrupt stop. She felt her blood run cold, several chills go up her spine, her eyes clouding over with tears. He had known, and it wasn't just a feeling in her stomach. He had known everything. Her wrists dripped blood as she walked towards the scene. She no longer cared. She could have died right there, could have killed herself. She watched her mother follow several doctors into the ambulance. Her father on a stretcher, an oxygen mask on his face. Meredith stood up and out of the car and slammed the door, nearly catching her hand in the door. Her wrists began to burn, a constant burning.
"Meredith!" Her mother called. Meredith watched her father, distant. The burning in her wrists continued. Her mother was at her side in an instant. Meredith pulled away, her breath in fast motions. Her mother looked at her. Meredith's lips quivered.
"What happened." She demanded simply and sweetly.
"Meredith..."
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED MOTHER!" She screamed. Two doctors turned. Meredith never used language like that in front of her mother. She was furious. She hadn't been there to save her father. This was her fault, his fate was because she didn't get there in enough time.
"Meredith, your father is going to be okay." She said, trying to reassure her daughter. Meredith wasn't listening.
"What happened!" She screamed again.
Her mother sighed.
"Your father's okay..."
"Mother just tell me!" Meredith didn't calm down. The two doctors were coming over. Meredith felt blood cloud over her eyes once more. She looked at the trail of blood following her. Her hands felt limp. And yet it wasn't from blood loss.
"Meredith your father was shot." The words were like a rude and cold awakening. Meredith's breathing quickened. She coughed a little.
"When holy wounds come..." She said, her mind shutting down. She felt like she was hollow inside, like nothing could stop her from dying. William wasn't there, her father may be dying and she was slipping away from consciousness. "When holy wounds come, blood comes from him."
"Meredith?" Her mother watched her daughter, Meredith's eyes shut for a moment.
Two more tears of blood streamed down her face.
"Holy wounds." She held up her wrist. Her mother's blood left her face. Meredith pressed a bloody hand against her chest.
More blood seeped through.
On her bare feet two more wounds had gouged themselves.
Monica fainted.
Meredith collapsed to her knees.
"When holy wounds come..."
And suddenly she knew no more.
~
"Miss Doggett, your daughter may possibly be a stigmatic." Meredith heard hushed voices, but couldn't picture them on someone and for that matter anything. She turned her head, trying to clear it, then opened her eyes.
White, all she saw was white.
She pulled her hand up, the sharp stinging came from the IV butterfly in her hand. She could feel bandages around her wrists, her chest and her bare feet. As she willed herself out of her shock and stress induced sleep, she sat up, feeling somewhat relaxed, but in other words she wanted out. Meredith had never been good as a patient in hospitals, not since she had her tonsils removed. She hated the way they always smelled so new, how they always made her feel helpless and sick.
She looked out the window beside her bed, her hair still up and her Formal dress replaced by a hospital gown and ugly white pyjama pants. She looked at the bandages. They were useless, she saw the blood content minimal. She looked around the small hospital room. No one was there, but her mother's coat and a bag of clothes with her recognizable red top were on the chair.
Thank God, she thought, they brought me clothes. She pulled her legs out from under the sheet, careful not to set off the alarm she knew they tied onto her wrist so the nurses knew she was awake. She pulled off the string and the IV butterfly from her hand, then tested her feet on the floor.
Not surprisingly they worked, and very soon she was walking to the bag of clothing on the chair.
She looked at her watch as she changed, quickly and free from pain, looking under the bandage that stretched around her chest. The wound was gone. Her feet were perfect once again, but her wrists, they didn't stop, but the bleeding had slowed.
Once she had been changed she looked out the window. She saw her mother outside, a Doctor in front of her.
I've got to get out of here, Meredith told herself. I've got to see William. I've got to find my father.
Meredith had her father's mind, which explained why she was quick witted but her mother's conventional thoughts. Conventional was the wrong word. Meredith had an Actress's imagination. She grabbed her mother's coat.
"Sorry mom." She said, pulled it onto her and felt for the keys to her mother's car. They were still there, but there was a good chance she rode in the ambulance. Meredith didn't care if they pumped her up with codeine and morphine if they found her evading hospital treatment, she could try.
She opened the door silently, as not to draw as much as a single drop of attention. She turned her head around and walked silently. Her heart pounded, and her mother was oblivious to the sounds of her daughter running off. Meredith walked down the halls, into the elevator, and out to safety.
Meredith sighed in relief when she saw her mother's car parked not far from the exit. She ran to it, no pain from where the holy wounds used to be.
She started the car, afraid her mother would have discovered Meredith's disappearance by now. Meredith started the car. She pushed it into reverse and drove off, not wanting to look back, wanting to get away.
Wanting answers.
Meredith heard the voice over and over.
After school tomorrow.
Not sure if it was tomorrow or next week, she decided to give it a try, stopping by the school even though she wasn't allowed on school property if she wasn't in classes. She looked at her watch again. 12:00. She sighed. She had slept until noon. She didn't feel well again, her stomach was doing flip- flops.
She felt a vibration.
Afraid her mother was up to something she reached into the pocket of the coat. She saw her mother's cell phone. Meredith gave a sigh of relief. She pressed the send button and donned her mother's voice as best she could.
"Reyes?" She said, trying to sound like her mother.
"You could have fooled the AD with that voice Meredith, but not me." The voice said, the same voice on the phone last night. "So where are you running to, you naughty, naughty girl?"