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ABOVEGROUND:
Bree stood in the master bedroom, her eyes fixed on the mirror behind which was the medicine cabinet. She reached out tentatively to the edge of the mirror, and unhooked the latch that held the mirrored door in place.
As it swung open, a glimmer of the light caught her eyes. Once the light faded from her view, her eyes focused on the contents of the cabinet. A toothbrush. Some toothpaste. Over the counter pain killers. Soap. Hand lotion. Then, finally, her mother's prescription sleeping pills. Bree grabbed the bottle and attempted to open it but her hands shook too much.
::Stop being a child:: she scolded herself and she willed her hands to stop shaking, which they soon did.
She pooped open the top and tipped the bottle over, spilled the blue pills onto her hand. Eleven. That should be enough. Bree filled her glass with water and threw the pills into her mouth- five the first time, six the second time- and drank them down with water.
Bree walked back to her room, heading toward her bed. As she passed her desk the onyx orb caught her eye. She grabbed it and hurled it toward the floor and watched as it shattered itself into microscopic pieces. The closk read 3:50 p.m. She had another two hours before her mother came home. That was plenty of time. She crawled into bed and was almost immediately enveloped in a dark, hopeless slumber.
UNDERGROUND:
"No!" Cameron screamed, and threw the orb he had been looking through.
"Brigid.", he croaked, and he brought himself to her side.
ABOVEGROUND:
"Brigid." He checked her vita signs. She wasn't breathing, and her heart was a slow, unsteady beat. "No." he whispered.
Cameron took off out the door and down the stairs, then burst through the front door. He continued to run straight across the street right up to the other house's front door, and began to pound.
"Hey, calm down boy." A grandfatherly old man answered the door. "What's the matter?" he smiled.
"She's dying." Cameron gasped, choking out the last word.
"What? Who?" the man quickly moved out of the house, shutting the door behind him.
"Brigid."
"From across the street?" the old man asked. Cameron nodded.
"Come on." the old man began to run across the street, and Cameron took off after him.
Once inside the house, the man turned to Cameron. "Call 911."
Cameron stared blankly at him.
"On the telephone."
The man sighed impatiently at the lack of recognition is Cameron's face. "Fine. You go upstairs and I'll call an ambulance."
Cameron had already tore ups the stairs before the man finished his sentence.
~*~*~*~*~
The Fae sat beside Bree's bed, holding her hand in his.
::Please, Brigid. Don't die. I'll never forgive myself. Please.::
But no answer came from the figure beside him.
::I never should have left. I should have stayed, explained, forced you to listen.::
"I've lived across the street since before Bree was born." Cameron turned to see the old man. "She was never a happy child- it seemed as if she carried the weight of the world since the day she was born. She didn't trust anyone. Didn't like anyone. Didn't ever really seem to need anyone, either."
"So you're saying this was a ling time coming?" Cameron asked coldy, turning back to Bree and smoothing the hair out of her face.
"Yes." The man nodded to the pills that lay on the desk in place of the onyx orb. "it was only a matter of time until something finally pushed her over the edge."
The door to the bedroom swung open and the paramedics rushed in. Cameron darted out of the was as they quickly transferred Bree from the bed to the stretcher.
"Who's coming?" One of the paramedics asked.
"I am." The neighbor answered. "I'm her neighbor. I already called her mother." The old man followed the paramedics out the door. "She's going to meet us at the hospital."
Cameron stood in silence for a while, then clenched his hands into tight fists. "Mother." He growled.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sarah rushed into the hospital and up to her neighbor. "Mr. Watkins. I can't possibly thank you enough How is my daughter?"
Mr. Watkins looked grim. "First of all, Sarah, you can't thank me. It wasn't me who found her."
"Well, then," Sarah forced a smile. "Who was it?"
"This dark-haired boy rushed to my house and practically broke down the door in panic-"
"Cameron?" she asked. "Was it Cameron?"
The old man shrugged. "I didn't catch his name."
"Well, then, how is my daughter?'
"You'll have to ask the doctors about that, Sarah."
UNDERGROUND:
"MOTHER!" Cameron stormed thought the halls of the castle.
"Cameron." Anita appeared at a doorway. "Be quiet, you'll wake your father."
"I don't give a DAMN about my FATHER!"
"Cameron that-" Anita was cut off.
"You killed her!" Cameron screamed, his body shaking with barely controlled fury.
"She's killing herself! But maybe now you'll pay attention to the important things-"
"She is important!"
"-and forget about that worthless girl!"
"Worthless?" Cameron gritted his teeth. "How dare you-"
"She's a selfish, childish girl-"
"NO!" Cameron rushed at his mother, crashing into her. Anita fell, the knife Cameron had taken from Bree's room hilt deep in her chest.
ABOVEGROUND:
Bree stood in the master bedroom, her eyes fixed on the mirror behind which was the medicine cabinet. She reached out tentatively to the edge of the mirror, and unhooked the latch that held the mirrored door in place.
As it swung open, a glimmer of the light caught her eyes. Once the light faded from her view, her eyes focused on the contents of the cabinet. A toothbrush. Some toothpaste. Over the counter pain killers. Soap. Hand lotion. Then, finally, her mother's prescription sleeping pills. Bree grabbed the bottle and attempted to open it but her hands shook too much.
::Stop being a child:: she scolded herself and she willed her hands to stop shaking, which they soon did.
She pooped open the top and tipped the bottle over, spilled the blue pills onto her hand. Eleven. That should be enough. Bree filled her glass with water and threw the pills into her mouth- five the first time, six the second time- and drank them down with water.
Bree walked back to her room, heading toward her bed. As she passed her desk the onyx orb caught her eye. She grabbed it and hurled it toward the floor and watched as it shattered itself into microscopic pieces. The closk read 3:50 p.m. She had another two hours before her mother came home. That was plenty of time. She crawled into bed and was almost immediately enveloped in a dark, hopeless slumber.
UNDERGROUND:
"No!" Cameron screamed, and threw the orb he had been looking through.
"Brigid.", he croaked, and he brought himself to her side.
ABOVEGROUND:
"Brigid." He checked her vita signs. She wasn't breathing, and her heart was a slow, unsteady beat. "No." he whispered.
Cameron took off out the door and down the stairs, then burst through the front door. He continued to run straight across the street right up to the other house's front door, and began to pound.
"Hey, calm down boy." A grandfatherly old man answered the door. "What's the matter?" he smiled.
"She's dying." Cameron gasped, choking out the last word.
"What? Who?" the man quickly moved out of the house, shutting the door behind him.
"Brigid."
"From across the street?" the old man asked. Cameron nodded.
"Come on." the old man began to run across the street, and Cameron took off after him.
Once inside the house, the man turned to Cameron. "Call 911."
Cameron stared blankly at him.
"On the telephone."
The man sighed impatiently at the lack of recognition is Cameron's face. "Fine. You go upstairs and I'll call an ambulance."
Cameron had already tore ups the stairs before the man finished his sentence.
~*~*~*~*~
The Fae sat beside Bree's bed, holding her hand in his.
::Please, Brigid. Don't die. I'll never forgive myself. Please.::
But no answer came from the figure beside him.
::I never should have left. I should have stayed, explained, forced you to listen.::
"I've lived across the street since before Bree was born." Cameron turned to see the old man. "She was never a happy child- it seemed as if she carried the weight of the world since the day she was born. She didn't trust anyone. Didn't like anyone. Didn't ever really seem to need anyone, either."
"So you're saying this was a ling time coming?" Cameron asked coldy, turning back to Bree and smoothing the hair out of her face.
"Yes." The man nodded to the pills that lay on the desk in place of the onyx orb. "it was only a matter of time until something finally pushed her over the edge."
The door to the bedroom swung open and the paramedics rushed in. Cameron darted out of the was as they quickly transferred Bree from the bed to the stretcher.
"Who's coming?" One of the paramedics asked.
"I am." The neighbor answered. "I'm her neighbor. I already called her mother." The old man followed the paramedics out the door. "She's going to meet us at the hospital."
Cameron stood in silence for a while, then clenched his hands into tight fists. "Mother." He growled.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sarah rushed into the hospital and up to her neighbor. "Mr. Watkins. I can't possibly thank you enough How is my daughter?"
Mr. Watkins looked grim. "First of all, Sarah, you can't thank me. It wasn't me who found her."
"Well, then," Sarah forced a smile. "Who was it?"
"This dark-haired boy rushed to my house and practically broke down the door in panic-"
"Cameron?" she asked. "Was it Cameron?"
The old man shrugged. "I didn't catch his name."
"Well, then, how is my daughter?'
"You'll have to ask the doctors about that, Sarah."
UNDERGROUND:
"MOTHER!" Cameron stormed thought the halls of the castle.
"Cameron." Anita appeared at a doorway. "Be quiet, you'll wake your father."
"I don't give a DAMN about my FATHER!"
"Cameron that-" Anita was cut off.
"You killed her!" Cameron screamed, his body shaking with barely controlled fury.
"She's killing herself! But maybe now you'll pay attention to the important things-"
"She is important!"
"-and forget about that worthless girl!"
"Worthless?" Cameron gritted his teeth. "How dare you-"
"She's a selfish, childish girl-"
"NO!" Cameron rushed at his mother, crashing into her. Anita fell, the knife Cameron had taken from Bree's room hilt deep in her chest.