English is NOT my native language!
Disclaimer:
Don't own the "Saved by the Bell"-characters. Someone else
does…
Rating:
I don't know anything about these ratings, but let's say T or
PG-13. Just to be safe...
Warnings:
Deals with some disturbing and mature themes. Don't like, don't
read…
I haven't
seen this show in a while, so I'm sorry if some things don't add
up with what happened on the show. I kinda rearranged the timeline…
Instead of being situated in the early nineties, it's now situated
in the next century. Our own timeline. Still the college years
though… So maybe you could say it is slightly AU…
Genre:
Drama / Tragedy (I know SbtB is a comedy show, but hey… life can't
be fun all the time! Trust me, I know… Let's bring on the drama…)
Summary:
Everyone's lives change drastically when one of their own is
badly hurt…
First of all, a big thank you to those who have read the first chapter! And an even bigger thank you to those who reviewed! You've made me very happy! Here's chapter two…
Chapter 2
Zack sat beside Screech's hospital bed. This morning the doctor had called him to tell him that Screech had woken up. Zack had hurried to the hospital as fast as he could, but when he had finally gotten there Screech had been asleep again. He watched his friend carefully. He was relieved to see that Screech was no longer on life-support. Physically, he looked better than when he was brought in a few days ago. Bruises were already fading and the cuts and burns seemed to be healing. Mentally, however, that was a totally different story. Zack could only imagine what Screech had been through. He tried to think about how he would feel after such an experience. He shook his head. He didn't even WANT to think about it. Poor Screech… Zack thought while he touched his friend's hand softly. He couldn't help but fear for Screech's sanity.
"Hi Zack," a female voice called to him from across the room. Zack looked up and saw Screech's mother standing in the doorway. "Hello Mrs. Powers," Zack said softly and gave her a soft smile. It wasn't a happy smile, nor was the one she gave Zack in return. Their eyes were filled with sadness and pity for the young man in the hospital bed. "I'm glad you're here," Mrs. Powers said to Zack. "I'm sure Samuel will appreciate it." Zack just nodded. He didn't know what to say to her. Hell, he didn't even know what to say to his friends anymore. And his friends didn't know what to say to him either, or to each other. They all felt numb; devastated. They were all angry and sad… Angry with themselves… They all blamed themselves for what had happened to Screech. Zack just hoped it wouldn't mean the end of their friendship. They needed each other more than ever. Screech needed them…
A sudden movement of the hand underneath his own, shook Zack from his thoughts. "Screech?" Zack called and watched his friend carefully. Screech slowly opened his eyes. "Hey sweetheart," his mother called from the other side of the bed. "Mom…" he said, his voice hoarse. He looked at his mother in fear. "It's alright sweetheart," she said in a soothing voice, "No one can hurt you now… It's all over…" She stroked her son's hair. He flinched at first at her touch, but then gave in to the soothing gesture. It comforted him. "Look who's here," she said softly and pointed at Zack. Screech slowly turned his head to face him. "Hey," Zack said and smiled gently at him. "Hey," Screech whispered back and immediately turned his head again. Then he realized that it was Zack's hand that was covering his own and couldn't help but to pull away from the touch violently. Zack was surprised by the sudden movement, but decided not to say anything about it.
"Aren't you glad he's here?" his mother asked him. Screech didn't say a word. He just closed his eyes not wanting anyone to see the tears that were forming in his eyes. He moved to lay on his side, facing his mother, his back to Zack. Go away! His mind screamed at Zack. He couldn't face his friend. He didn't want him to see the pain he was feeling… the embarrassment he was feeling… And above that, Screech didn't want to see the pitiful look in Zack's eyes. Pity and disgust… "Go away," he whispered as he grabbed his mother's hand. "Tell him to go away…" Mrs. Powers looked at her son in disbelief. Then she looked at Zack who had already stood up from his chair. "But…" she started, but was silenced by Zack who shook his head. "It's okay," he said softly, "I understand… I'll come back when he's feeling better…" He walked towards the door. "See you later Screech," he said and then left the room…
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Screech looked around the empty little room he was lying in. His mother had left half an hour ago, promising him she would be back tomorrow. A part of him had been relieved when she left, yet another part of him had freaked out completely. His mind was filled with conflicting feelings. He didn't want to be alone, but he didn't want to face anyone either. He didn't want to be touched, but he loved it when his mother touched his cheek or his hair. A part of him wanted to scream, yell, hit something, while another part of him wanted to hide. Many different feelings mixed around in his head. Pain, embarrassment, disgust, but most of all fear. He was afraid of what people would think of him. What his friends would think of him. He was afraid of other people, strangers. Even his doctor scared him. He was afraid that it would all happen again. What if he comes back for me? Screech cried silently in his bed. The emotions overwhelmed him; scared him. They were driving him crazy…
He thought back to the first time he had woken up today. He remembered feeling relieved but scared at the same time, but he hadn't known why. He remembered a nurse calling for a doctor. What happened? Where am I? He had thought. Then the doctor had arrived. The man had seemed nice and had asked him some questions. "Do you know your name?" Yes… "Do you know where you are?" No… "You're in the hospital… You've been hurt… Do you remember what happened?" No… Then suddenly Screech had started to take notice of his injuries. Pain… His body had felt like it was on fire. Burns… Burned… I've been burned! I've been cut… He had felt his whole body ache. His head… My head… knocked out… He hit me! His lower back, his behind, his… Oh God! Tears had streamed down his face as the memories had flown back into his mind with full force. "Do you remember what happened?" the doctor asked again. Oh God… Oh my God… yes…
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Somewhere else, in another part of the country a man picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello?" he said when his call was answered. "I have a question, I'd like to visit a patient but I don't know which room he's in… Maybe you can help me?" His voice was gentle and kind; charming even. The woman on the other side of the line was eager to help him. "His name is Samuel Powers," he informed her. There was a short silence while the woman searched the hospital database. Then she found what she was looking for. "Room 324," he repeated and wrote it down on a piece of paper in front of him. "Thank you very much," he said and then hung up. He walked to his desk which was standing in the back corner of the room. He grabbed a picture from it. "Samuel," he whispered and looked intensely at the picture which showed Screech's face. Room 324… I'll see you soon Samuel… I'll finish what I started… I always do… No one interrupts my plans! No one… See you later, alligator… He chuckled loudly and then softly started to sing…
"See
you later alligator, after 'while crocodile
See
you later alligator, after 'while crocodile
Can't
you see you're in my way now,
Don't
you know you cramp my style?"
TBC
Well, tell me what you think please! Should I continue? I'm planning on writing more, but that totally depends on whether you like this story or not… So please let me know!
