Chapter Nine: Fragile
I know that it might be a bit sudden, but this is the final chapter of 'Where The Violins Play' . In just a few days I'm going on holiday for two weeks (England is the destination of this break) and I just didn't want to abandon my story for this long. So I figured that I should make a ending to this story, and use my time to start gathering some ideas for a new one! But enough talking; it's time for what seems to be the last conversation between Me and Susie Q!
Disclaimer:
Susie Q: No! You're ending this story! More importantly you're breaking us up?
Mitsi: Yep. This is our last Disclaimer…
Susie Q: Now I'm sad.
Mitsi: Me too.
Susie Q: Then why end this story?! You are a bit crazy, you know that right?
Mitsi: Don't underestimate me! I'm not a bit crazy, I'm a whole lot of crazy! And every story has an ending.
Susie Q: Well, that is true.
Mitsi: I have a annoying tendency to be right about these kind of things.
Susie Q looks sad and sniffles. She pouts. Mitsi just nods…
Susie Q: Still, I don't like it!
Mitsi: Don't worry, I have a feeling that one day we will get back together! But anyhow; I own nothing. Nada, Noppes, Nothing. And I just would like to take this opportunity to thank all of the people that have read this story, especially those who made the small effort of reviewing. So yeah, thank you all. And who knows; maybe until the next time! Enjoy ;)
It was an August day. A cold breeze carried the reminders of the upcoming fall. However, the sun still fell upon those assembled beneath a lonely oak tree. Their heads were bowed in prayer.
The black veil of a young woman was lifted a few centimeters when the breeze flew trough the leaves of the tree. Her hand was squeezed reassuringly by a young man standing next to her. The golden wedding bands on either of their left ring finger shone brightly. The young woman looked up, her brown eyes filled with tears. Her right hand resting upon the small bump that was placed on her belly. She looked towards her right.
Alex tried not to cry in front of his children, but he failed miserably. His wife smiled sadly at him. Her face was tearstained as well. He could hear his children sniffling. They were so brave… He smiled, and looked down. There they stood, the three angels that had made his life so much more meaningful. His twin sons; Holden and Aidan within their midst his daughter Lynn. Their dirty blond hair and blue eyes gave away their heritages immediately.
He looked up and caught his sister looking at him. He could see the tears in her eyes, and she could see the same thing in his. He reached his hand out to her, and she took it. She leaned her head upon his shoulder and cried silently. The funeral progressed…
It had taken Danny two years of counseling to get over his kidnapping and following assault. In all that time Lindsay had stood by her husband. Even thought there had been times that she was tempted to pack things, grab her children and run for the hills of Montana. But she knew that Danny relied upon her, and his children. So she stayed. In those two years Lindsay had felt so alone, but at the same time so loved.
Danny hated asking for help. She knew that, it was a thing she found quite admirable. But when Danny did need help, it was hell trying to get him to the point of asking it. She had figured this out when Danny came out of Hospital. The struggles she had with him took a lot of blood, sweat and tears. But they had been worth it…
Flashback
Danny was sitting against the headboard of their bed, when Lindsay came into the room. Danny didn't hear her entering because he was trying to get out of bed. That simple task took so much strength nowadays. Lindsay bit her lip, she wanted to go to his side and help him. But she knew he would get angry with her. He got angry a lot these days…
A moan of discomfort was all it took for Lindsay to forget her previous idea of not helping. She rushed towards him, but stopped when she heard him yell:
"Don't Linds, just don't!" He through the covers back and tried to swing his feet from the bed to the ground. He failed. Time after time.
Swearwords came out of his mouth. Beads of sweat were forming on is brow and his patience was running out. His fists were balled up and after the so twentieth time trying to get out of bed, were thrown upon the mattress. He looked up to see his wife leaning against there bedroom wall, sobbing. Her eyes looked into his. He could see that she was scared…
Slowly, ever so slowly her body slid to the ground. Her shoulders were trembling and her hands were in her hair. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes still connected to his. He looked away, and placed his hands in his lap. They were shaking with anger, sadness and pain. Why couldn't he walk?! Why couldn't he use his legs properly?!
Once again Danny looked at his wife sitting on the floor. She was crying silent tears, and her whole body now trembled. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Please?" The question was not heard by Lindsay. "Please?" Came the some what louder question, in Danny's with emotion stricken voice. Lindsay looked towards her husband. He was still sitting against the headboard, his hands neatly folded in his lap. Tears ran down his face…
"Please, help me…" That was all it took.
End Flashback
Two coffins were lowered into the ground. Next to each other. Flowers were thrown into the graves. People slowly walked by, some muttering phrases no-one could hear. Others just simply nodding there heads…
When every body had said their 'goodbye's' there were two people left, standing before the graves. The white headstone not yet touched by the weather or years. The woman rested her head upon the man's shoulder.
"Beautiful service…" Her voice was soft and deep. She looked up to her husband, her brown eyes still shining even though she had aged. Her brown hair was mixed with grey. The man nodded. His hair was completely grey, almost white even. But just like his wife, his eyes still shone in the August light.
His voice was soft, but the accent still there. "You're right Montana, beautiful service…"
The couple walked away. The man casting one last glance over his shoulder to the graves of his parents. From the church came the so familiar sounds…
"I think we made a mistake Danny." Lindsay spoke.
"Yeah, Montana, we should have never given lil' Aidan that violin…"