The pool scene from 'Fifty One' is one of my fave scenes so here's a small tribute for it. Hope you enjoy.
Skyler felt like she was drowning. If her life was a pool, then the water had started dripping a year ago. And now… it was a rushing stream. It was choking, all encompassing, and dark. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.
It was irony, bitter, cruel irony. How only months ago, she would've given anything for her husband's cancer to disappear.
What she wouldn't give for it to come back.
It was a beautiful night. The air was mild. Perfect night for a celebration. The celebration of Walt's 51 years of living. Surrounded by family, surrounded by love.
Surrounded by dread.
Skyler swirled her drink around, observing her own warped reflection on its surface. She breathed out; her children had gone to bed, thank goodness. She couldn't bear for them to see her like this anymore.
She knew her son thought she was nothing but a cold-hearted bitch. It was better than knowing the truth.
Poor Holly. She'd been born to a criminal.
She eyed Marie and Hank. They looked so happy. Like nothing was wrong. According to them, things were going up!
Skyler grimaced; she'd kept so much from her sister and DEA agent brother-in-law. But she didn't have a choice.
She stared at Walt. He was smiling too. He didn't deserve to. She turned the other cheek. She couldn't even bring herself to face him.
"But you guys… you got me through it somehow," Walt addressed his family. "I mean, there were times when I was sure I was done for."
Skyler got up, swirling her drink around. She moved away from the others.
"But then someone or something would come through for me," Walt continued, almost sincerely. "God…"
Skyler felt like she was going to be sick.
"And Skyler-" Walt trailed off. "I can't- Honey, remember that first week of chemotherapy? That night on the bathroom floor? What you said to me? I was so sick."
Skyler eyed the pool. It sure did look beautiful. So refreshing.
"It was rough going at first," Walt continued. "But Skyler- she was right there, of course, putting wet washcloths on my forehead."
She stared at the water. It was so cool, so gentle. The light reflected off its surface.
"And she's singing to me," Walt said.
Walter's lies were like poison. Skyler would rather take a gamble with cancer herself.
"And this would go on and on, day after day," Walt said, "and I remember I was lying on the floor of the bathroom, because the tile felt nice and cool, you know?"
Skyler wanted to scream at him. Scream until her voice dried out.
"And my head was in Skyler's lap, and I was just asking her if this could all be over," he droned.
She took a step into the water. It was freezing, like ice around her heels. But it took her out of it, just for a moment.
"It was too hard," Walt sighed.
She couldn't listen to another lie.
"It was…" Walter trailed off. "I just wanted it to stop."
Skyler grimaced. She was the one who wanted it to stop.
"Skyler, isn't that freezing?" Marie asked.
"Heyo," Hank joked, "pool party!"
Skyler went deeper into the water. Everything was blue.
"What are you doing, Skyler?!" Marie demanded.
It was so cold. Skyler closed her eyes.
"You need to get out n…" Marie begged. "Skyler! She's gonna come up, right? She has to."
She was fully submerged in the cold. Her skirt flowed around her like Angel wings. She had ascended into heaven; god had finally arrived, lifting her from her mortal coils.
She was drowning, and she loved it. Death had never looked so beautiful.
If only for a moment.
Walt appeared. He dragged her back to Hell.
But in reality, she was still drowning.
Thanks for reading this dumb Drabble lol. Got another one shot in the works. :)