A/N Here's to all those dedicated readers! You guys never let me down! I just wanna say thanks for your reviews. Here's chapter 5, enjoy!
Chapter 5
Dana looked up with her huge, sapphire eyes, irises blazing bright with passion.
Jude grinned down at her daughter, watching her fingers glide across the keys of the keyboard, watching Dana's brows knit in frustration, and her little tongue poke out in concentration. She was sat with Jude in the middle of the darkened lounge, curtains drawn shut, and her chubby little legs either side of the tarnished keyboard
"So who's your in-spa-ration then, Mommy?" asked Dana, hitting the keys delicately, and straining her ear for the sound. (a/n dana's speech spelt deliberately wrong!). "Who's your moose?"
"Muse?" corrected Jude, chuckling. She tickled her daughter under the chin. "You are, silly."
"So you write songs about me?" said Dana, eyes opened wide. "Thats so great? Why, though?"
Jude laughed. "I love you, you're all I have to hold on to."
Dana bit her lip. "What about my daddy, though?"
Jude cuddled her daughter close. "I left him behind a long time ago. You're my girl, Dan, I'll never let you go."
Jude's eyes snapped open. A body lay next to her, and Jude's heart started racing. Dana? She ran her hand through the hair.
No, she thought. Guy hair.
"Jude?" murmured Tommy as he rolled over. Jude screamed and fell out of bed.
"What are you doing here?" she screamed. "Why? How? Where's Dana?"
Tommy got out of bed the other side, and held his hands up defensively.
"Jude? Whats wrong? Calm down, dont you remember?"
Remember.
The fiercest word Jude's damaged mind could recall. Then, it hit her.
Tommy loved her. Dana was dying. And they were out of oranges down at the corner shop...
Jude scolded herself. Focus!
"Oh my God," whispered Jude, and she collapsed onto the bed. "Oh my God. What's happening to me?"
Tom leant across the bed and pulled hair out of Jude's eyes. "I dont know," he muttered. "Jude, you're scaring me."
Jude's head started spinning, her stomach started feeling nauseous, and Tommy started to multiply...
"Tom!" she shrieked, grapsping his hand. "Tom, help me!"
"Jude!" he yelled, hauling her up onto the bed, properly. She began sliding off the mattress, wailing.
"Tom, everything's going black, help!"
Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her lids were shutting. Blood seeped down her face, from her scalp, and sweat swam across her forehead.
"Jude!" cried Tom, and Jude stopped replying. She slipped off the bed into Tom's arms, and he lifted her head to the lamp-light.
And then he realised.
She was lying dead in his arms.