"Alex!"
"Hello?" came a muffled voice on the other line. "Alex! Oh my God! Alex. I drove to the orphanage this morning to tell the
nuns about Anthony and everything."
Alex immediately woke up.
"Dylan, what happened?" "I, I went there and they said that he was alive when I told them that they were dead. There was this little girl and she told me that he was alive and
so did the nuns. I'm so confused." she spat out.
"Dylan?" "That's not all. The little girl said that she had been staying with him for nearly a month or two and it's only been 3 or 4 months since the HALO case so he might have healed in time to watch a little girl but why would he? She said that she knew who I was and that really scared me. Alex? Did
you know anything about this?"
There was a long pause.
"He told me not to say anything." said a quiet voice.
"You knew? But how?" she was shocked. " I was shopping for Jason the other day and I saw out of the corner of my eye someone dancing. It really didn't occur to me that it was him until I actually saw him with my eyes. I was shocked and I had no idea how he was there. He was with this little girl named Caroline, he told me. He wrote it
down. He told me not to tell you and at first I obliged. I was going to
tell you soon if he didn't, I swear Dylan. Are you OK?"
All Alex heard was silence. The line had been cut off. Dylan had hung up
as soon as Alex's little speech was over.
"Dylan, I'm sorry." she whispered.
Some hours later, the sky had grown dark. Near mid-day rain was pouring and the wind was howling in the most violent way, but she didn't care. Nothing
mattered now. She was so lost that she could barely concentrate on the
small park path in front of her that lead to the playground. She was soaked. Dripping wet. Drenched with water, some belonging to her. It was only then that she realized that she was crying. She was crying because she had tried to let Anthony go even when she didn't know him. She had fallen
for a stranger. A dark deep mysterious stranger that she hardly knew.
She sat down on a lone swing in the middle of the roaring storm and began to swing. She remembered when she was a little 5 year old swinging on the old rusty swing in her backyard. It was her most precious toy. It was like a castle to her because it had a built in sandbox with a ladder above it that lead to a little house at the very top. It had a slide, another swing, and a duet swing. That swing wasn't used very often. The whole castle was
her safe haven.
She heard the rusty chains that held the swing groan in protest as she sat
down upon it. Apparently this swing wasn't used that often either.
She sighed.
When would she begin to understand things? She was shocked and surprised
when she had discovered that Anthony was alive. Now she knew, without a doubt that he was alive, judging what Alex and the little girl had said and
the nuns. She had gotten through that part at least.
Anthony. Is. Alive.
'I know this for sure now.' she thought.
Lightning flashed in the dark sky.
"Oh shut up!" she yelled up to it.
She pondered that he must have somehow by a miracle survived that fall and went to the orphanage and had taken care of the little girl but she still couldn't figure that part of it out. Why would the thin man take care of a little girl? Somehow all her thinking would be along those lines. He was
alive. Silent tears were flowing now a little fiercer than before.
She got up and drove home. She needed sleep. It felt like nighttime. It was
dark. It was stormy. She had made herself tired from all of her crying.
'Tears out of frustration,' she thought.
She walked inside of her bedroom and fell down on her bed. She shifted ever
so slightly in her wet clothes. A second later, she heard a noise.
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"Hello?" came a muffled voice on the other line. "Alex! Oh my God! Alex. I drove to the orphanage this morning to tell the
nuns about Anthony and everything."
Alex immediately woke up.
"Dylan, what happened?" "I, I went there and they said that he was alive when I told them that they were dead. There was this little girl and she told me that he was alive and
so did the nuns. I'm so confused." she spat out.
"Dylan?" "That's not all. The little girl said that she had been staying with him for nearly a month or two and it's only been 3 or 4 months since the HALO case so he might have healed in time to watch a little girl but why would he? She said that she knew who I was and that really scared me. Alex? Did
you know anything about this?"
There was a long pause.
"He told me not to say anything." said a quiet voice.
"You knew? But how?" she was shocked. " I was shopping for Jason the other day and I saw out of the corner of my eye someone dancing. It really didn't occur to me that it was him until I actually saw him with my eyes. I was shocked and I had no idea how he was there. He was with this little girl named Caroline, he told me. He wrote it
down. He told me not to tell you and at first I obliged. I was going to
tell you soon if he didn't, I swear Dylan. Are you OK?"
All Alex heard was silence. The line had been cut off. Dylan had hung up
as soon as Alex's little speech was over.
"Dylan, I'm sorry." she whispered.
Some hours later, the sky had grown dark. Near mid-day rain was pouring and the wind was howling in the most violent way, but she didn't care. Nothing
mattered now. She was so lost that she could barely concentrate on the
small park path in front of her that lead to the playground. She was soaked. Dripping wet. Drenched with water, some belonging to her. It was only then that she realized that she was crying. She was crying because she had tried to let Anthony go even when she didn't know him. She had fallen
for a stranger. A dark deep mysterious stranger that she hardly knew.
She sat down on a lone swing in the middle of the roaring storm and began to swing. She remembered when she was a little 5 year old swinging on the old rusty swing in her backyard. It was her most precious toy. It was like a castle to her because it had a built in sandbox with a ladder above it that lead to a little house at the very top. It had a slide, another swing, and a duet swing. That swing wasn't used very often. The whole castle was
her safe haven.
She heard the rusty chains that held the swing groan in protest as she sat
down upon it. Apparently this swing wasn't used that often either.
She sighed.
When would she begin to understand things? She was shocked and surprised
when she had discovered that Anthony was alive. Now she knew, without a doubt that he was alive, judging what Alex and the little girl had said and
the nuns. She had gotten through that part at least.
Anthony. Is. Alive.
'I know this for sure now.' she thought.
Lightning flashed in the dark sky.
"Oh shut up!" she yelled up to it.
She pondered that he must have somehow by a miracle survived that fall and went to the orphanage and had taken care of the little girl but she still couldn't figure that part of it out. Why would the thin man take care of a little girl? Somehow all her thinking would be along those lines. He was
alive. Silent tears were flowing now a little fiercer than before.
She got up and drove home. She needed sleep. It felt like nighttime. It was
dark. It was stormy. She had made herself tired from all of her crying.
'Tears out of frustration,' she thought.
She walked inside of her bedroom and fell down on her bed. She shifted ever
so slightly in her wet clothes. A second later, she heard a noise.
If I get lots of reviews maybe I'll fix up another chapter and satisfy you people. We're getting pretty close here with those two. If I get lots of reviews, member.....................-Key