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Here's the next chapter! Sorry that it's been so long! Thank you to everyone who has replied! Here's chapter two!
Snowie
Chapter Two: Silence
A gravesite.
A polished granite stone.
Her name in cold, impersonal letters.
Josephine Lillian Potter
Taken Too Young
She Will Be Missed
Always
They were meaningless words, meant to comfort.
Or were they there to express a quiet anger at a life taken from them far too soon?
Pacey wasn't sure which one it was…
And he found that he didn't much care.
He didn't even know why he had come here. It had seemed to make sense when he left. But now that he was here…
He sighed softly, looking down at the recently disturbed earth. He'd come here for comfort, knowing that it wouldn't do him any good.
His gaze returned to the stone and he found himself wishing that he could see her. Not just her name, but her face, her long dark hair. Her lithe form.
He couldn't picture her anymore and that scared him more than anything. Her face was somehow gone from his mind, just like her presence was gone from his life.
He'd come here to be close to her. To somehow feel her presence.
It wasn't working.
She wasn't down there.
She wasn't anywhere anymore.
He sat down in the dew covered grass, his eyes never leaving the stone in front of him. Before he even realized that he was going to speak, the words had already left his mouth.
"You once told me that the only way you'd leave would be if I physically made you."
He paused, but the cemetery remained eerily quiet.
"You lied."
Those two words were full of so much anger and pain. They were an accusation. A bitter, ripping accusation.
"You lied to me Joey! I trusted you! I trusted you when you said you'd always be there. When you said it was okay to love… okay to live! Why did you do that to me? Huh?"
He paused again, as if waiting for an answer.
He knew that an answer would be a long time in coming…
Pacey sighed softly, pain washing over him in waves.
"I guess it's not very fair to blame you, huh?" He said. His voice broke and the accusing tone disappeared, leaving only anguish. "It was my fault that they came after you in the first place. My fault that they hurt you last year. My fault that they took you. My fault that you died."
He stopped, tears making their way down his cheeks. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I'm sorry Potter. I… I'm just so damn sorry!"
Pacey took a deep breath, wiping the tears from his cheeks angrily.
"Why the hell didn't they just kill me?"
Unknown Location...
It was dark. So very dark.
The chains held her down, pressing her body into the cold concrete.
She hurt everywhere. Her flesh was marred by bruises upon bruises.
She understood now all to well what life had been like for Pacey during the six years he was gone.
Six years! He had endured this for so long!
She was pretty sure that she'd been there for less than a month, and already it felt like a lifetime.
Bright lights flashed on, causing pain to cut through her head.
She wished for the darkness to return.
With the light came the pain.
And company.
"Awake, I see." His voice was cold. Emotionless. He remained silent for a minute, as if waiting for her to acknowledge him. She turned her head away, unwilling to give even that freely. "But so quiet. I was very much looking forward to a conversation with you this morning…"
Joey was unable to stop the shudder of fear that ran through her at the subtle threat in his words.
"No worry," he said, continuing in that soft, melancholy voice of his. A voice that would have been almost pleasant without the underlying evil it contained. "You won't be quiet for long. Your screams will echo as music through these rooms… And I shall rejoice…"
Joey bit her bottom lip, willing herself not to cry. Leave it to Mama Sal to be friends with a sadist… She wondered if Pacey had ever met him… If he had been subjected to the soft voice, the calming tone, the terror… the white hot needles.
Was this yet another part of his past that he had tried to shield her from? Another piece of himself that he had lost?
"You wonder if I knew him… Your darling love…"
Joey finally looked at the man who was now standing within feet of her chained form.
"Jealous?" His eyes sparkled in amusement at the look on her face. Such horror and disgust… Such pain on Pacey's behalf… Pacey. He sighed softly, his melancholy returning. "Ah, Sonny Boy… My favorite playmate… He could hold back his pain for so long… When he would break… The beauty…" He looked down a Joey, his eyes shining from the memory. "You don't understand, Josephine. Such beauty."
"You're sick!" Joey exclaimed, breaking her self imposed silence. "What kind of animal are you?"
The man laughed. "Such concern for the boy… My darling girl, such concern would better be used towards yourself. Pacey is safe in the loving arms of his family, mourning your passing. You're the one here with me now… And I think, with a little practice, you could be every bit as much fun as Sonny." He waved his hand and a couple of men entered the room, carrying something between them. "Let's find out, shall we?"