Still in the lighthouse...
"Tell us where your body is."
It wasn't certain who spoke the question. Could've been Garnet. Could've been Ronaldo. Could've even never have been said, but just a figment of everyone's imaginations. Just a rustle of the wind, a scratch on the floor, all timed to sound like those words. But, those words were spoken and those words needed to be answered.
The air fell still, thick and dreary like. The quiet engulfed the group, not a noise to be heard for ages but the pounding heartbeats of the gems and humans sitting inside that circle of salt. Though none would like to admit it, they were scared. Not of a single thing, nor a chain of things, but scared of the circumstances that weren't even imaginable in a nightmare. The circumstances of a dead friend, and communicating with said dead friend with an Ouija board inside a partially abandoned lighthouse with a cardboard cutout of Tim Curry as Dr Frank n Furter sitting, staring in the corner.
Like nails running down a chalkboard, the triangular glass piece moved, scratching across the board in an angry; hasty attempt to express emotions through the equivalent of a text message.
T
H
E
J
U
Five letters came through, before the glass piece stopped moving, appearing to be flicked over off the board before the air in Garnets lap chilled, shivers racing up the tall gems spine. A heavy, cold weight pressed down onto her lap and against her chest, sending butterflies to her stomach that a ghost was sitting on her lap, seeking comfort from someone who was nearly frozen from fear.
"Please, finish your sentence." Garnet coaxed, scooting closer to the board in a successful attempt to urge Pearl to spell the red of the phrase. As if Pearl had reached a foot out to move the counter, it slid back onto the board, stopping between the letters N and M, then scooting a centimetre to the left to clearly spell the letter N.
K
Y
A
R
D
"The junkyard..." Amethyst breathed, brows knit in confusion before rising in both fear, concern and realization. She looked to Garnet, who had a look of denial on her face, just trying to comprehend the terms of Pearls death. "You were killed by the gem monster..." Steven breathed, breathing ragged and short, as he struggled to fight back every emotion boiling up inside of himself. He turned to Garnet, whose whole body had faintly began to glow; flickering on and off as if she'd come undone any second now.
Garnet pulled her fingers off the board, nearly sending Pearl flying to the other side of the lighthouse. "This is all my fault..." She nearly shouted, hands moved to the sides of her head. She took off her glasses, wiping her eyes of the tears that had began to form in her centre eye. "I shouldn't have let you go alone..." She whispered, hands falling to her sides, dropping the glasses to the floor. She stared straight ahead, where she could see Pearl more clearly than she ever had living. "I'm sorry..."
