Title: Spiral
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Sigh. How I love my angst. So my life is going kind of crappy lately, or maybe I just have a crappy attitude, and anyway, it's totally reflected in my writing. :) Which is causing my fanfics to be increasingly more depressing. Enjoy.
Glass
Meredith
"Do you think she's okay?"
"Maybe someone should go talk to her."
"Well, if you're volunteering…"
She rolls here eyes.
They obviously don't know she can hear them.
Or maybe they don't care.
No one cares.
They talk about her.
Talk about how she's feeling.
But no one will just come over and talk to her.
Hug her, and tell her it will be okay.
Finn can't. He doesn't know what's wrong.
And she can't tell him.
Derek can't. He's the one who made her like this.
He can't fix what he broke.
Her friends are the only ones she wants.
But they don't seem to know how.
They continue to whisper.
She sighs, shakes her head, and walks away.
George
He watches her leave.
He knows something's wrong.
But he's never been good with words.
He stumbles over his own tongue and he never quite knows what to say.
But as he watches her walk away, his heart breaks.
Her shoulders are slumped in defeat.
She looks so tired.
Cristina
She's not good at this.
She can handle blood and gore and God knows what else.
Anything but this.
Because the minute it stops being about medicine, she stops knowing what to do.
She can only heal flesh wounds.
She can't sew up a broken heart.
She can't mend a broken spirit.
And she knows it.
Alex
He does care.
No matter what anyone thinks.
He cares about Meredith.
She's his friend.
She doesn't judge him.
She always forgives him.
She always knows what to say to him to make him feel better.
And usually, he returns the favor.
But this time, he doesn't know what to say.
He doesn't know how to make it better.
Meredith
She walks into the locker room.
It's empty.
God, she's so tired.
And so lonely.
She looks at her reflection in the mirror.
Her eyes once shone, now they are dull.
Her hair seems flat and lifeless.
She's always been thin, but now she's positively skeletal.
She looks like hell.
It's fitting.
She looks how she feels.
As she stares at herself, the rage boils inside her.
Consuming her.
She can't even stand to look at herself.
George, Cristina, & Alex
A scream pierces the air.
The sound of shattering glass.
It's coming from the locker room.
They can't get there fast enough.
Alex gets there first.
He wrenches the door open.
She's standing there.
Surrounded by shards of broken glass and drops of spilled blood.
"Meredith?"
A/N: I'll try to update soon, but school's out! Which means tanning and swimming and sleeping, and maybe updating fanfics in the time in between, lol. Review, I beg you. :D
