Chapter 22 - William...
Meredith was screaming. She was dragged up a set of stairs, a loft above the room with the tanks below. The five other hers weren't letting her go. She ripped her arms from them, her ankles bleeding from being dragged up two sets of stairs.
"Silence her." They whispered to one another. Meredith felt duct tape shoved over her mouth, and her muffled cries still came out. She was scared, yes for the first time in her life she was scared and she was truely fearful of her life.
"What did they do?" She wondered. Fuck, she thought, they stole my stole my life. These jealous pieces of shit. Her hands were bound. Her feet were secured with weights.
She was thrown at the end of the loft, the ground disappearring from under her feet and she fell forever, her feet striking the water first, then followed by the rest of her. She fell through the water, the visage of five other hers above her scaring her more then ever. She saw the disotrtedness through the water.
"You can breath underwater."
Jason's voice echoed through her mind, but for her there was nothing but water water. Her life flashed before her. She fell through the water, the weight on her feet striking the ground, then the pounding in her lungs, her body gasping for breath, the duct tape over her mouth preventing her breathing.
"Help." She told herself, there was no one else who could hear her. She coughed, the duct tape losing its stickiness and her mouth free. She opened her mouth and upon reflex she felt water enter her mouth.
"So this is what drowning feels like." She thought. "This is what death feels like." She watched the endless blue, forever wishing for something. Her body losing air, her lungs filled with water, her life going away.
"William..."
Then the blue darkened and suddenly the whole world was gone. There was the sounds of water and that black, then suddenly, nothing, and even the black was flooded with the nothingness.
"Will?" His mother shook him awake. He was in the back of their car. He had fallen asleep. Beads of sweat were on his forehead. His mouth was dry. His mother brushed his hair out of his face, and opened the car door.
"Are you okay?" She had asked him. Yes, mother, I'm fine, Meredith has died but I'm fine. He shook his head no.
"I can't believe this. Everything was perfect. Everything was amazing. I was so happy...."
In all his charted life, William was never known to cry after age ten, but the tears that came in that moment washed away it all, everything. He wanted it to end. In the past week of his return from wherever it was he went, he had only seen tradgedy. Then it was perfection. Meredith and he were going to New York, then to their jobs and then their life. He didn't want to live without her, and her didn't know if her could. But her final words echoed in his mind.
"She is safe..."
His mother hugged him close, the rise and fall of her no longer little boy's chest under hers. Dana felt safe again. She too had thought everything was perfect. She had been a fool to think so. She knew it was too good to be true. And suddenly now everything was changed.
William stood up and out of the car. His mother reached for him. He walked past the theatre, past the police cars at the theatre and past it all. Dana wanted to follow him, but inside her, she knew William needed some time alone.
William walked on forever it seemed, never lifting his eyes from the sidewalk once. But somehow his feet lead him where he wanted to be, and as he walked up the front porch steps to Meredith's house he sat there, unable to open the door. The cool night air gave him little comfort, for everything he knew died with blond curls. He curled his fingers around the crucifix given to him from Meredith's dressing room.
"You're going to die William Scully starting with that red hair of yours!"
"Oh yeah Blondie?"
"I'm going to be an actress when I grow up."
"William..."
"There will always be mystery William."
"It was all to protect you."
"Let's go reap the whirlwind."
"You're going to die William Scully starting..."
"It watches."
"You're going to Die William Scully..."
"I love you WIlliam..."
And now WIlliam was sure of what he should have said to Meredith before she died.
Because she died not knowing the truth.
Meredith was screaming. She was dragged up a set of stairs, a loft above the room with the tanks below. The five other hers weren't letting her go. She ripped her arms from them, her ankles bleeding from being dragged up two sets of stairs.
"Silence her." They whispered to one another. Meredith felt duct tape shoved over her mouth, and her muffled cries still came out. She was scared, yes for the first time in her life she was scared and she was truely fearful of her life.
"What did they do?" She wondered. Fuck, she thought, they stole my stole my life. These jealous pieces of shit. Her hands were bound. Her feet were secured with weights.
She was thrown at the end of the loft, the ground disappearring from under her feet and she fell forever, her feet striking the water first, then followed by the rest of her. She fell through the water, the visage of five other hers above her scaring her more then ever. She saw the disotrtedness through the water.
"You can breath underwater."
Jason's voice echoed through her mind, but for her there was nothing but water water. Her life flashed before her. She fell through the water, the weight on her feet striking the ground, then the pounding in her lungs, her body gasping for breath, the duct tape over her mouth preventing her breathing.
"Help." She told herself, there was no one else who could hear her. She coughed, the duct tape losing its stickiness and her mouth free. She opened her mouth and upon reflex she felt water enter her mouth.
"So this is what drowning feels like." She thought. "This is what death feels like." She watched the endless blue, forever wishing for something. Her body losing air, her lungs filled with water, her life going away.
"William..."
Then the blue darkened and suddenly the whole world was gone. There was the sounds of water and that black, then suddenly, nothing, and even the black was flooded with the nothingness.
"Will?" His mother shook him awake. He was in the back of their car. He had fallen asleep. Beads of sweat were on his forehead. His mouth was dry. His mother brushed his hair out of his face, and opened the car door.
"Are you okay?" She had asked him. Yes, mother, I'm fine, Meredith has died but I'm fine. He shook his head no.
"I can't believe this. Everything was perfect. Everything was amazing. I was so happy...."
In all his charted life, William was never known to cry after age ten, but the tears that came in that moment washed away it all, everything. He wanted it to end. In the past week of his return from wherever it was he went, he had only seen tradgedy. Then it was perfection. Meredith and he were going to New York, then to their jobs and then their life. He didn't want to live without her, and her didn't know if her could. But her final words echoed in his mind.
"She is safe..."
His mother hugged him close, the rise and fall of her no longer little boy's chest under hers. Dana felt safe again. She too had thought everything was perfect. She had been a fool to think so. She knew it was too good to be true. And suddenly now everything was changed.
William stood up and out of the car. His mother reached for him. He walked past the theatre, past the police cars at the theatre and past it all. Dana wanted to follow him, but inside her, she knew William needed some time alone.
William walked on forever it seemed, never lifting his eyes from the sidewalk once. But somehow his feet lead him where he wanted to be, and as he walked up the front porch steps to Meredith's house he sat there, unable to open the door. The cool night air gave him little comfort, for everything he knew died with blond curls. He curled his fingers around the crucifix given to him from Meredith's dressing room.
"You're going to die William Scully starting with that red hair of yours!"
"Oh yeah Blondie?"
"I'm going to be an actress when I grow up."
"William..."
"There will always be mystery William."
"It was all to protect you."
"Let's go reap the whirlwind."
"You're going to die William Scully starting..."
"It watches."
"You're going to Die William Scully..."
"I love you WIlliam..."
And now WIlliam was sure of what he should have said to Meredith before she died.
Because she died not knowing the truth.