Losing Grip
Chapter 3
Why should I care?
Cuz you weren't there,
When I was scared, I was so alone.
You, you need to listen,
I'm starting to trip,
I'm losing my grip,
And I'm in this thing alone.
"You're not married!!!" exclaimed Mary Anne, "Then what Kristy said about you having casual sex with a different girlfriend every weekend was true, huh?"(A/N: This bit is adapted from a part of Ballet Princess's 'Reflections')
Logan stared blankly at Mary Anne and exclaimed, "Kristy said WHAT?"
"Err, so, the rumors aren't true?"
"No, they aren't true."
"Then how can you not be married, and yet have a daughter?"
"Ever heard of the word 'Divorce', Mary Anne? Well, that's exactly what happened."
"Really?! Why?"
"Yeah, it's real, and the reason was-was Rachel . . ."
"Oh, Logan, why didn't you tell me?"
"I did. And what did you do about it? Nothing." Logan said bitterly.
Mary Anne pondered for a while. Suddenly she remembered receiving a letter from Logan telling her about the divorce. And it was true. She didn't do much about it, just wrote a short letter back saying sorry and that she wished she could have come, but she was having exams and all that.
"But you didn't state why. If I had known maybe I'd have come. I mean, when Kristy's parents got divorced, I don't think their ex-boyfriends or girlfriends came down. The reason was a simple 'I-don't-love-you-anymore' matter. I assumed the same reason was the cause of your divorce. It's kind of common, you know. If you had told me why, and there was a reason worth skipping a day of college, I would come after the exams. After all, NYC is a four hour drive away," Mary Anne argued.
"What does the reason have anything to do with it? You could have come on a Saturday or Sunday, that wouldn't be skipping school. It's a simple matter of whether you still care about me. I was all alone, with nobody's shoulder to cry on. When I needed you the most, were you there? No. You weren't." Logan accused.
" But aren't I here now? Isn't this also one of the hardest moments of your life?"
"Yes," Logan said slowly, "Alright, alright, let's focus on now and not the past." He continued, raising his hands as if to surrender.
"Ok,"
"You're here to see Rachel, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then go see her."
Mary Anne and Logan got up from their chairs and walked into the living room . . .
Mary Anne gazed at a little girl in a cream-coloured dress in the picture, who was smiling. She was in a background of beautiful white rose bushes.
"Whose garden is that?" she asked curiously.
"Rachel's . . ." Logan said in a far away voice as he gazed at the face in the coffin.
"Rachel's?"
"Yeah, We bought the bushes in last spring, when she was five. They were in full bloom the day before she passed away. That was when she saw them for the last time before going to the hospital. Now," Logan paused " they're all withered. Yesterday, after Rachel's passing, they died. It was as if they'd died with Rachel . . ."
Tears were welling up in The World's Teariest Person, Mary Anne Spier's eyes as Logan told his story. Logan, too, was on the verge of crying.
"Hospital?" asked Mary Anne in a shaky voice,
"She had cancer, Mary Anne. That's why Allison left. She didn't want the responsibilities of taking care of a cancer-patient. And she couldn't handle the fact that Rachel had leukemia."
"Oh," Mary Anne replied, using a tissue to dab her eyes, " Well, uh, I think I'll be going now . . . 'Bye."
"'Bye, Mary Anne, and thanks."
"You're welcome, and see you at the funeral on Saturday."
After Mary Anne left, Logan gazed out of his kitchen window at the rose bushes full of withered flowers . . . he thought about Rachel's passing . . .
/flashback/
"Listen, Daddy, the angel's calling me. Can you hear him, Daddy?"
"No,"
"But Daddy! He's calling me. He said that God has a place for me in heaven, and wants me to go now."
"No, Rachel, you're daydreaming."
"I'm not, daddy! He's calling me!"
"He's not, so go to sleep now, Rachel."
"Okay, daddy, but he's really calling me to go with him!"
"No, Rachel, you're imagining things,"
"I'm not, but okay, I'll go to sleep now."
"Good girl, Good night, Rachel."
"Good night, Daddy. I love you. Take care of my roses, Daddy . . . I'll see you in heaven, daddy. The angel's lifting me, now. He's taking me to heaven . . .to be with Jesus, up in heaven. See you, daddy . . ."
"Rachel! Don't spout nonsense! You're just drea . . . (realizes Rachel is not breathing) No! Rachel!!!"
"BEEP! BEEP!" (Logan pressing the button to call the doctor)
"THUMP! THUMP!" (Doctor and nurses running in at Logan's urgent call)
"Get the heart resuscitator!" (Doctor instructing nurse)
"Ziiiiiii! DOOMP! (Pause) Ziiiiiiii! DOOMP! (Pause) Ziiiiiii! DOOMP!"
"Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" (Machine being switched off after numerous tries. Nurse puts away H.R.)
"I'm sorry Mr. Bruno, but we did all we could . . . but we couldn't revive her."
/end flashback/
Logan sighed again. Why had all these things chosen him as the sole victim?
~End of chapter 3~
Hallo everybody, here is the next chapter's summary: At the funeral, Mary Anne meets Logan's ex-wife, who starts acting all lovey-dovey with Logan again because Rachel's gone, and she knows she won't have to take care of her if she re-marries Logan. Will the little green devil rear his ugly head?
Okay, hope you liked this chapter! School's in my schedule now and the teachers are piling homework on us as if there's no tomorrow to give it to us! ~Sigh~ this chapter was kinda sad, wasn't it? Also, I'm not sure how the heart resuscitator works, so I'm making it up. The only thing I'm sure of is its name and the sound it makes! Another thing: I've just tightened my braces and am about to update my other story, so if you haven't already read and reviewed it, please do so!
P.S: As I said earlier, I adapted the second line from Ballet Princess's story "Reflections". A book by Karen Robards, "The midnight hour", inspired the bit on roses and angels and a little bit of the last chapter, which I already have plotted out in my head.
P.P.S.: Please read and review!!!
Chapter 3
Why should I care?
Cuz you weren't there,
When I was scared, I was so alone.
You, you need to listen,
I'm starting to trip,
I'm losing my grip,
And I'm in this thing alone.
"You're not married!!!" exclaimed Mary Anne, "Then what Kristy said about you having casual sex with a different girlfriend every weekend was true, huh?"(A/N: This bit is adapted from a part of Ballet Princess's 'Reflections')
Logan stared blankly at Mary Anne and exclaimed, "Kristy said WHAT?"
"Err, so, the rumors aren't true?"
"No, they aren't true."
"Then how can you not be married, and yet have a daughter?"
"Ever heard of the word 'Divorce', Mary Anne? Well, that's exactly what happened."
"Really?! Why?"
"Yeah, it's real, and the reason was-was Rachel . . ."
"Oh, Logan, why didn't you tell me?"
"I did. And what did you do about it? Nothing." Logan said bitterly.
Mary Anne pondered for a while. Suddenly she remembered receiving a letter from Logan telling her about the divorce. And it was true. She didn't do much about it, just wrote a short letter back saying sorry and that she wished she could have come, but she was having exams and all that.
"But you didn't state why. If I had known maybe I'd have come. I mean, when Kristy's parents got divorced, I don't think their ex-boyfriends or girlfriends came down. The reason was a simple 'I-don't-love-you-anymore' matter. I assumed the same reason was the cause of your divorce. It's kind of common, you know. If you had told me why, and there was a reason worth skipping a day of college, I would come after the exams. After all, NYC is a four hour drive away," Mary Anne argued.
"What does the reason have anything to do with it? You could have come on a Saturday or Sunday, that wouldn't be skipping school. It's a simple matter of whether you still care about me. I was all alone, with nobody's shoulder to cry on. When I needed you the most, were you there? No. You weren't." Logan accused.
" But aren't I here now? Isn't this also one of the hardest moments of your life?"
"Yes," Logan said slowly, "Alright, alright, let's focus on now and not the past." He continued, raising his hands as if to surrender.
"Ok,"
"You're here to see Rachel, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then go see her."
Mary Anne and Logan got up from their chairs and walked into the living room . . .
Mary Anne gazed at a little girl in a cream-coloured dress in the picture, who was smiling. She was in a background of beautiful white rose bushes.
"Whose garden is that?" she asked curiously.
"Rachel's . . ." Logan said in a far away voice as he gazed at the face in the coffin.
"Rachel's?"
"Yeah, We bought the bushes in last spring, when she was five. They were in full bloom the day before she passed away. That was when she saw them for the last time before going to the hospital. Now," Logan paused " they're all withered. Yesterday, after Rachel's passing, they died. It was as if they'd died with Rachel . . ."
Tears were welling up in The World's Teariest Person, Mary Anne Spier's eyes as Logan told his story. Logan, too, was on the verge of crying.
"Hospital?" asked Mary Anne in a shaky voice,
"She had cancer, Mary Anne. That's why Allison left. She didn't want the responsibilities of taking care of a cancer-patient. And she couldn't handle the fact that Rachel had leukemia."
"Oh," Mary Anne replied, using a tissue to dab her eyes, " Well, uh, I think I'll be going now . . . 'Bye."
"'Bye, Mary Anne, and thanks."
"You're welcome, and see you at the funeral on Saturday."
After Mary Anne left, Logan gazed out of his kitchen window at the rose bushes full of withered flowers . . . he thought about Rachel's passing . . .
/flashback/
"Listen, Daddy, the angel's calling me. Can you hear him, Daddy?"
"No,"
"But Daddy! He's calling me. He said that God has a place for me in heaven, and wants me to go now."
"No, Rachel, you're daydreaming."
"I'm not, daddy! He's calling me!"
"He's not, so go to sleep now, Rachel."
"Okay, daddy, but he's really calling me to go with him!"
"No, Rachel, you're imagining things,"
"I'm not, but okay, I'll go to sleep now."
"Good girl, Good night, Rachel."
"Good night, Daddy. I love you. Take care of my roses, Daddy . . . I'll see you in heaven, daddy. The angel's lifting me, now. He's taking me to heaven . . .to be with Jesus, up in heaven. See you, daddy . . ."
"Rachel! Don't spout nonsense! You're just drea . . . (realizes Rachel is not breathing) No! Rachel!!!"
"BEEP! BEEP!" (Logan pressing the button to call the doctor)
"THUMP! THUMP!" (Doctor and nurses running in at Logan's urgent call)
"Get the heart resuscitator!" (Doctor instructing nurse)
"Ziiiiiii! DOOMP! (Pause) Ziiiiiiii! DOOMP! (Pause) Ziiiiiii! DOOMP!"
"Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" (Machine being switched off after numerous tries. Nurse puts away H.R.)
"I'm sorry Mr. Bruno, but we did all we could . . . but we couldn't revive her."
/end flashback/
Logan sighed again. Why had all these things chosen him as the sole victim?
~End of chapter 3~
Hallo everybody, here is the next chapter's summary: At the funeral, Mary Anne meets Logan's ex-wife, who starts acting all lovey-dovey with Logan again because Rachel's gone, and she knows she won't have to take care of her if she re-marries Logan. Will the little green devil rear his ugly head?
Okay, hope you liked this chapter! School's in my schedule now and the teachers are piling homework on us as if there's no tomorrow to give it to us! ~Sigh~ this chapter was kinda sad, wasn't it? Also, I'm not sure how the heart resuscitator works, so I'm making it up. The only thing I'm sure of is its name and the sound it makes! Another thing: I've just tightened my braces and am about to update my other story, so if you haven't already read and reviewed it, please do so!
P.S: As I said earlier, I adapted the second line from Ballet Princess's story "Reflections". A book by Karen Robards, "The midnight hour", inspired the bit on roses and angels and a little bit of the last chapter, which I already have plotted out in my head.
P.P.S.: Please read and review!!!