Chapter 23 - Green Eyes
William felt the cold pains in his chest. He sat there, at his kitchen table, starin across it, his eighteen year old green eyes begging a question that lingered in the corner of his mind.
"Why would someone try and kill Meredith?"
There were lot's of reasons he knew himself. But the one that bothered him most of all was the question that had an answer that was beyond his comprehension.
What does she is safe mean?
He sipped his coffee, keeping silent as his parents spoke with people on their cell phones.
He pulled the paper from the opposite end of the table, looking at the front page. So Meredith had made the front page, and the headline scorched itself into William's mind. He glared at it, then moved his eyes to the picture of Meredith in her senior year, her beautiful curls pulled up and back, her eyes, blue as they ever were, and her face clear from blemishes that plagued the girls in his senior year.
He ripped off the front page and grabbed scissors from the end of the table. Quickly and carefully he cut the picture out and saw at the remnants of the article. He crumpled it up. He wanted to shut that out. Meredith couldn't be dead, it just wasn't possible. She had so much to do with her life.
But most of all he missed her. I wouldn't matter if she had been an honour student. He would have still loved her the way he did that day. He picked up the crumpled newspaper, and unfolded it, the space where the picture of Meredith had been lay open to the hardwood table underneath it. He looked at the article and skimmed over it, picking out the finer points. "A blossoming career in acting", "Friend to everyone", "Daughter of FBI Agents Monica Reyes and John Doggett", and "Killed almost instantly".
William took it around the hall and down to the basement. He pinned the article to his wall and stuck Meredith's picture back where it belonged. He looked at his wall, filled with icons and rap stars, then he ran and jumped onto his bed, the mattress bouncing up and down until it finally stopped. He leaned into the pillows, the fluffy masses supporting his head.
"William..."
He heard the whisper from his thoughts. He must have dozed off he thought, and yet it had seemed so close. He opened his eyes. Meredith looked at him, her cold dead eyes piercing through him.
Her cold dead green eyes.
He shot up in bed.
Green eyes. That was wrong. Maybe he imagined it, I mean he was dreaming right. He lay back. He allowed himself to close his eyes.
"Come on Meredith." He thought. "Show me again. SHow me what I missed."
Meredith floated back.
Her green eyes followed over his body. He sat up, his finger on the pupil. SHe closed her eye, the pain in her eye from his finger. He looked.
No contact.
He snapped awake now. He walked to the stairs and up them. His parents were still in the living room, talking on their phones. He slipped into their home office, even though he knew the information was confidential. He went to his mom's desk. She got all the mail from the coroner's reports and crap. He looked through her filing cabinets, watching the door as he checked each name from Bobbina, Lucille to Doherty, Thomas. He didn't find the name Doggett anywhere even though he was sure Monica had sent it to her after getting it from the coroner. He looked on her desk.
Doggett, Meredith.
He ripped it open, flipping through the many pages of pictures and information. He reached it. The personal identification sheet.
Full Name: Meredith Angela-Marie Doggett
Birthdate: October 6, 2002
Age: 17
Hair Colour: Blond
Eye Colour: Green
"Mom!" He called.
"Hang on. Yes Will?"
"Do they remove contact lenses when they do an autopsy?"
"Yes William." She went back to her phone conversation.
William now began to doubt whether he was awake or not.
And if Meredith was really dead.
William felt the cold pains in his chest. He sat there, at his kitchen table, starin across it, his eighteen year old green eyes begging a question that lingered in the corner of his mind.
"Why would someone try and kill Meredith?"
There were lot's of reasons he knew himself. But the one that bothered him most of all was the question that had an answer that was beyond his comprehension.
What does she is safe mean?
He sipped his coffee, keeping silent as his parents spoke with people on their cell phones.
He pulled the paper from the opposite end of the table, looking at the front page. So Meredith had made the front page, and the headline scorched itself into William's mind. He glared at it, then moved his eyes to the picture of Meredith in her senior year, her beautiful curls pulled up and back, her eyes, blue as they ever were, and her face clear from blemishes that plagued the girls in his senior year.
He ripped off the front page and grabbed scissors from the end of the table. Quickly and carefully he cut the picture out and saw at the remnants of the article. He crumpled it up. He wanted to shut that out. Meredith couldn't be dead, it just wasn't possible. She had so much to do with her life.
But most of all he missed her. I wouldn't matter if she had been an honour student. He would have still loved her the way he did that day. He picked up the crumpled newspaper, and unfolded it, the space where the picture of Meredith had been lay open to the hardwood table underneath it. He looked at the article and skimmed over it, picking out the finer points. "A blossoming career in acting", "Friend to everyone", "Daughter of FBI Agents Monica Reyes and John Doggett", and "Killed almost instantly".
William took it around the hall and down to the basement. He pinned the article to his wall and stuck Meredith's picture back where it belonged. He looked at his wall, filled with icons and rap stars, then he ran and jumped onto his bed, the mattress bouncing up and down until it finally stopped. He leaned into the pillows, the fluffy masses supporting his head.
"William..."
He heard the whisper from his thoughts. He must have dozed off he thought, and yet it had seemed so close. He opened his eyes. Meredith looked at him, her cold dead eyes piercing through him.
Her cold dead green eyes.
He shot up in bed.
Green eyes. That was wrong. Maybe he imagined it, I mean he was dreaming right. He lay back. He allowed himself to close his eyes.
"Come on Meredith." He thought. "Show me again. SHow me what I missed."
Meredith floated back.
Her green eyes followed over his body. He sat up, his finger on the pupil. SHe closed her eye, the pain in her eye from his finger. He looked.
No contact.
He snapped awake now. He walked to the stairs and up them. His parents were still in the living room, talking on their phones. He slipped into their home office, even though he knew the information was confidential. He went to his mom's desk. She got all the mail from the coroner's reports and crap. He looked through her filing cabinets, watching the door as he checked each name from Bobbina, Lucille to Doherty, Thomas. He didn't find the name Doggett anywhere even though he was sure Monica had sent it to her after getting it from the coroner. He looked on her desk.
Doggett, Meredith.
He ripped it open, flipping through the many pages of pictures and information. He reached it. The personal identification sheet.
Full Name: Meredith Angela-Marie Doggett
Birthdate: October 6, 2002
Age: 17
Hair Colour: Blond
Eye Colour: Green
"Mom!" He called.
"Hang on. Yes Will?"
"Do they remove contact lenses when they do an autopsy?"
"Yes William." She went back to her phone conversation.
William now began to doubt whether he was awake or not.
And if Meredith was really dead.