Back on earth in her bedroom she sat, no tears fell from her cheeks, she
had long since run out. Her mind had gone with the tears to splash upon her
bedroom floor; she just sat staring at walls her mind projecting memories
onto the wall as if it were a theater. She sat, the images flowed through
her mind, they had just been kids really, in soul at least, it had been a
love that ran deep through their veins. She had declined to speak, eat or
sleep in the days that followed the accident. She had seen it all, the
raindrops splashing on the asphalt, mixing with his spilt blood as it ran
from her love.
The twisted wreck, all of it was fresh in her mind, the last moment especially. She could feel him reaching out for her as she struggled with the police, his eyes tearful and wanting and then they closed. She could see him through the paramedic's legs, lying beneath the wreck staring into his eyes, even with the separation she could feel him and then there was nothing. She felt him die and take a piece of her with him, not a small one; a huge chunk of her existence was gone forever lost beneath the twisting metals.
She tried to ignore the pain a little, focus on the good times; it was what everyone always said on television and in the movies. What a load of crap it was, it was all gone, her future, her life and her love were lost to her in the flow of life and death. She glanced away from the wall to her dresser; she knew it was there from her times as a girl scout beneath clothes and junk. Her head jerked to the door as a soft hand tapped on her door, a worried voice almost whispered to her.
"Honey . . ." It was her mom, she leaned against the door heavily, her eyes too were red from tears as her daughters, they had all been close. She cold imagine what was going on in her head as well, loss, after all, knows no boundaries or rules in its quest. "Are you all right?" Her voice laced with worry and hoarse from the crying she herself had done. Only silence greeted her worry and the parent took over, instinctively doing the only thing she knew she could do. "I'm here for you when you're ready." With that she walked away pausing to look back at the door from which a sense of sorrow emanated, another tear stinging her eye she walked on.
Kathryn just stood in the middle of her room, glancing around and then settling her eyes back on the dresser, she stumbled towards it, legs weak with sorrow. She opened the drawer and took it out of its safe haven, safe from her and the dark thoughts revolving in her head. She held it tightly and wandered towards the small bathroom adjacent from her room, she went in and pulled the door shut behind her. She ran the bath; hot water flowed into the shallow tub as she toyed with it, more memories surfaced in her mind diving more tears from her eyes as she collapsed.
"Damn it why?" She screamed as tears streamed down her face as she pounded the floor with her fists, crying out, cursing the names of any heavenly entity that came to mind. She became threatening them as well, all the while she shook with grief as the tears emptied out onto the floor, she stripped down and got in the bath. It lay on the counter, out of her grasp; it was the easy ticket out she knew it as she plunged her head into the steaming water, holding it there.
She held it, eyes open watching the white plastic of the tub as bubbles flowed past her eyes from her mouth, a small pain in her chest told her to get air, but she ignored it holding her head farther under the water's surface. Finally it won out through and he fell back from the tub gasping for air, lying on the linoleum floor, sobbing still. She got out clutching the bathroom counter grasping it in the other hand as she rose; she looked at it as if she'd never seen it before and held it, studying it carefully.
It gleamed in the bright bathroom lights giving a reflection on the ceiling; she took it and eased herself back into the tub, this time lying down in the water, head up above the water staring at the metal. She toyed with the idea as the tub filled up steadily; just one movement and the pain would be gone. Who knew maybe she would even find Terry again somewhere out there, up there, wherever he was. Three minutes later the tub was overflowing as reddened water spread thin across the floor from the tub.
"Katie?" The soft whispers began from outside her room as the already white ceiling became whiter to her eyes and then it all faded into an endless black. A slight breeze blew through the house and over the young girl as her heart beat steadily slower in the calm water. With it went everything and she felt herself be lifted, but the pain still remained and she saw his face waiting there, a look of longing for her.
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In the infirmary of Salamandastron the resident nurse Greenbrush Fleetpaw stood over her patients, the two male otters were doing better after a few days though neither gained consciousness, but she worried over the lone female. She had been steadily fading and all the harewife's knowledge could do nothing, she felt so helpless in these times. They were the only times she envied her warrior brethren for they had more control over their charges then she could ever have over the cruel fates.
She sat in a chair next to the maid, clutching her weak paw tightly, trying vainly to comfort her as she felt her pulse slow. Her husband stood, he too was helpless as she and he knew the maid would soon die if a miracle didn't present itself. He figured it wasn't too unlikely considering the other otter that had quite fatal wounds when they found him. He looked over the beds to find him resting peacefully in the cool sheets, he walked over to his wife and put one paw on her shoulder and the other he lay on the otter in a comforting manner.
Silently he hoped for a miracle as he stood watching his wife, he face scrunched up in sorrow, she cherished life, it devastated her each time she lost a patient. She looked up at her husband thanking him with her eyes as they stood comforting the fallen otter, the pulse slowed and then stopped. His wife looked down, a tear falling to the sheets as she thought she felt a cool breeze blow by her as the maids soul swept up and into the dark forest to fin old friends, family and peace within its gates.
The twisted wreck, all of it was fresh in her mind, the last moment especially. She could feel him reaching out for her as she struggled with the police, his eyes tearful and wanting and then they closed. She could see him through the paramedic's legs, lying beneath the wreck staring into his eyes, even with the separation she could feel him and then there was nothing. She felt him die and take a piece of her with him, not a small one; a huge chunk of her existence was gone forever lost beneath the twisting metals.
She tried to ignore the pain a little, focus on the good times; it was what everyone always said on television and in the movies. What a load of crap it was, it was all gone, her future, her life and her love were lost to her in the flow of life and death. She glanced away from the wall to her dresser; she knew it was there from her times as a girl scout beneath clothes and junk. Her head jerked to the door as a soft hand tapped on her door, a worried voice almost whispered to her.
"Honey . . ." It was her mom, she leaned against the door heavily, her eyes too were red from tears as her daughters, they had all been close. She cold imagine what was going on in her head as well, loss, after all, knows no boundaries or rules in its quest. "Are you all right?" Her voice laced with worry and hoarse from the crying she herself had done. Only silence greeted her worry and the parent took over, instinctively doing the only thing she knew she could do. "I'm here for you when you're ready." With that she walked away pausing to look back at the door from which a sense of sorrow emanated, another tear stinging her eye she walked on.
Kathryn just stood in the middle of her room, glancing around and then settling her eyes back on the dresser, she stumbled towards it, legs weak with sorrow. She opened the drawer and took it out of its safe haven, safe from her and the dark thoughts revolving in her head. She held it tightly and wandered towards the small bathroom adjacent from her room, she went in and pulled the door shut behind her. She ran the bath; hot water flowed into the shallow tub as she toyed with it, more memories surfaced in her mind diving more tears from her eyes as she collapsed.
"Damn it why?" She screamed as tears streamed down her face as she pounded the floor with her fists, crying out, cursing the names of any heavenly entity that came to mind. She became threatening them as well, all the while she shook with grief as the tears emptied out onto the floor, she stripped down and got in the bath. It lay on the counter, out of her grasp; it was the easy ticket out she knew it as she plunged her head into the steaming water, holding it there.
She held it, eyes open watching the white plastic of the tub as bubbles flowed past her eyes from her mouth, a small pain in her chest told her to get air, but she ignored it holding her head farther under the water's surface. Finally it won out through and he fell back from the tub gasping for air, lying on the linoleum floor, sobbing still. She got out clutching the bathroom counter grasping it in the other hand as she rose; she looked at it as if she'd never seen it before and held it, studying it carefully.
It gleamed in the bright bathroom lights giving a reflection on the ceiling; she took it and eased herself back into the tub, this time lying down in the water, head up above the water staring at the metal. She toyed with the idea as the tub filled up steadily; just one movement and the pain would be gone. Who knew maybe she would even find Terry again somewhere out there, up there, wherever he was. Three minutes later the tub was overflowing as reddened water spread thin across the floor from the tub.
"Katie?" The soft whispers began from outside her room as the already white ceiling became whiter to her eyes and then it all faded into an endless black. A slight breeze blew through the house and over the young girl as her heart beat steadily slower in the calm water. With it went everything and she felt herself be lifted, but the pain still remained and she saw his face waiting there, a look of longing for her.
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In the infirmary of Salamandastron the resident nurse Greenbrush Fleetpaw stood over her patients, the two male otters were doing better after a few days though neither gained consciousness, but she worried over the lone female. She had been steadily fading and all the harewife's knowledge could do nothing, she felt so helpless in these times. They were the only times she envied her warrior brethren for they had more control over their charges then she could ever have over the cruel fates.
She sat in a chair next to the maid, clutching her weak paw tightly, trying vainly to comfort her as she felt her pulse slow. Her husband stood, he too was helpless as she and he knew the maid would soon die if a miracle didn't present itself. He figured it wasn't too unlikely considering the other otter that had quite fatal wounds when they found him. He looked over the beds to find him resting peacefully in the cool sheets, he walked over to his wife and put one paw on her shoulder and the other he lay on the otter in a comforting manner.
Silently he hoped for a miracle as he stood watching his wife, he face scrunched up in sorrow, she cherished life, it devastated her each time she lost a patient. She looked up at her husband thanking him with her eyes as they stood comforting the fallen otter, the pulse slowed and then stopped. His wife looked down, a tear falling to the sheets as she thought she felt a cool breeze blow by her as the maids soul swept up and into the dark forest to fin old friends, family and peace within its gates.