Monday (Day Eighteen):
Lauren walked through the halls, keeping her pretty head held high and her gorgeous eyes sharp.
Flyers, plastered to the hallway walls stared at her with Kit's smiling face.
'Vigil For Kit Algren' the top of the flyer read in bold print. Smack dab in the middle of the paper, was a picture of Kit. Someone had inserted colored clipart around the picture of roses and butterflies. At the bottom, it read: 'Monday, 7pm Tillicum Park'.
Lauren rolled her eyes, tempted to rip down the next flyer she passed. She was so sick of this Kit Algren bullshit and all of the drama.
She had been in second period working on her assignment, like the good student she was, when she had been requested in the principal's office.
She had left the classroom gracefully, but on the inside, she was furious. She knew it was due to these stupid rumors and she couldn't take it anymore. She was being slandered everyday and no one seemed to care.
She was going to make that clear to Principal Greene and was sure he'd be on her side. The school would fall apart without her and her parents constant contributions.
When she reached his office, she knocked on the door, ready to clear her name and get this over with. She had a life to live.
"Come in."
She opened the door and stopped short, her mouth parting when she saw who occupied the first two chairs, leaving the middle one empty.
Her parents were here.
"Hello, Lauren," Principal Greene greeted, "Please, have a seat."
"Okaaay," she drawled out, shutting the door behind her.
She took the seat between her parents, frowning. This morning, when she had left, her parents had not told her about this. They had not told her that they would be at her school.
"What's going on?" she demanded, forgoing her usually sweet tone.
Principal Greene fiddled with the papers in front of him, "Your parents and I, have been discussing this," he toyed with the papers again, "Well, not a letter, exactly, but a signed statement. Here, you can read it."
Lauren took the stapled papers and skimmed them quickly. Besides her mother coughing once into the crook of her arm, everyone was silent.
Her frown only deepened and Lauren was pretty sure she had never been so angry in her whole life.
Because what she was reading was a "signed statement" that she had been the only one to "bully Kit Algren", basically laying out that it was her fault that Kit had killed herself.
"What…?" she breathed, unable to believe what she was reading, "What is this?"
"It's a signed statement," Principal Greene said, but Lauren all ready knew that, "Your friends all came to me and told me that you're the cause of all the bullying and, well—that's just not like you, Lauren," and she nodded firmly, "I want to know—" he cut himself off and gestured to her parents, "We want to know your side of the story."
"There is no side!" Lauren snapped, a permanent frown on her face, "I didn't do any of this stuff!" she was pissed, "I didn't…I didn't," she read the letter, "I didn't 'harass her!'" she used air quotes, "I-I didn't send her 'mean text messages!' I didn't 'push her!' and I wasn't 'calling her names until she cried!'
She threw the letter and the force she had put behind it didn't matter. It fluttered slowly back onto the desk, "I didn't do any of those things!"
Principal Greene arched an eyebrow, "You're telling me…? You're saying you didn't do any of this?"
"Yes!" Lauren exclaimed, "They did it and are trying to blame me!"
"Okay," Principal Greene nodded, "So, your friends did these things?" he shook the paper and Lauren nodded, "And you had no part whatsoever? They decided to put this all on you?"
"I—" Lauren hesitated, "Yes! Mom, defend me!" she turned to her mother, "Do you see what he's doing? Why aren't you standing up for me!?"
"Yes, dear," Lauren's mother, Debbie Mallory placed a hand on her arm, "I believe you," she moved her hand to David's arm, "We both believe you."
"Thank you!" Lauren slumped back in her chair.
"Okay," Principal Greene said, "But you're telling me, that your friends are putting all of this on you…and you—have you ever spoken to Kit?"
Lauren shrugged, "I mean, not really, I guess. I-I joked around with her, a little bit."
Principal Greene nodded, "I need you to understand how serious this is. Your friends," he showed her the paper where all their signatures were, "Have signed this and put their name to it. All of their stories matched up. I can't simply believe you because you said you didn't do it. This is serious."
Lauren rolled her eyes, "Obviously. Don't you think I know that?"
"Okay, so then, you need to take responsibility—
"I said I joked around with her!" Lauren shouted, "So, what!? It's high school! It's not my fault if Kit can't take a freakin' joke!" she shoved a finger at the papers, "And they did the same thing, but everyone wants to blame me!"
Debbie interrupted, "Mr. Greene, you're talking about all of this—all about bullying, but you're bullying my daughter into trying to take the fall because of all this drama, and because these girls lie!"
"Thank you!" Lauren repeated, "It's literally not my problem if someone can't take a joke."
Principal Greene held up a hand, "I understand that and Mrs. Mallory, I'm not bullying anyone—
"Everyone is blowing this way out of proportion," Lauren stated, "None of this is true, I have straight A's, I have friends, I've lived here my entire life."
"I'm just trying to figure out what happened," Principal Greene said, "I am asking questions, trying to get answers. I understand and acknowledge that you're a great student, but I can't make this go away. This is real," he showed her the papers again, "Your friends signed this."
"Because they're jealous," David spoke up, "They're throwing my child under the bus. I don't see them and their parents in here 'taking responsibility'. Lauren has never ever been in trouble for being mean to anyone, and I don't see why she'd start now, so close to the end of the year. Especially picking on someone that's just moved here. She would never do that, and has better things to do with her time."
Lauren nodded firmly. She didn't know why she had to be here, "Okay, so, we all know I didn't do this. Can I go now? Believe it or not, I actually have school and I'm missing it."
"No, I don't know that you didn't do anything," Principal Greene said, "I do know, that I have a very serious situation on my hands, that me as well as the schoolboard has to take care of and it's very real and very scary."
"Did all of this joking around, this so-called bullying put that child in a coma?" Debbie demanded, "Or did she put herself in the coma by taking all those damn pills?"
Lauren blinked, "Yeah, that's actually a good point, thank you mother!" she glared at Principal Greene, "No one told her to take those pills, she made that choice herself! No one held a gun to her head. She took the pills, she did! I didn't shove them down her throat! She made that choice!"
"All right, all right, all right," Principal Greene held up both of his hands, "Let's all take a breath and—
He was interrupted when the door to his office opened and two men dressed in police uniforms walked through the door.
Lauren recognized both these men. One, in particular, Charlie Swan.
"Gentlemen, may I help you?" Principal Greene asked. He stood up, "What can I do for you?"
"Lauren Mallory, stand up and put your hands behind your back," Officer Jason Reynolds said firmly.
Panic flooded through Lauren and she whipped her head around, looking at both her parents, then back at the officers.
"WHAT!?" she screeched, "What? No, I'm not doing that!"
"Stand up, please," Officer Reynolds repeated, placing his hand under her elbow.
"No!" she jerked back from his grip, getting out of her chair, "Get away, don't fucking touch me, you perv!"
Debbie jumped from her seat, "What the hell is going on!?"
"Dad, do something!" Lauren demanded, tears welling up in her eyes, "Don't let them take me!"
Officer Swan was the one that grabbed her, this time, forcing her arms behind her back. She cried out.
"That's brutality!" David shouted, "You don't need to be so rough, she's just a girl."
"Lauren Mallory," Officer Swan boomed and Lauren gasped, beginning to cry, "You are under arrest for the assault, harassment and stalking of Kit Algren—
"What!?" Lauren cried, struggling as the cuffs were secured around her wrists.
"There's been a mistake!" Debbie assured them, "She didn't do anything. We were just discussing that."
Officer Swan continued as if neither have spoken, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court. With these rights in mind, are you still—
"Mom, help me!" Lauren sobbed, twisting her head as she was forced out of the office. She flexed against the handcuffs, trying to move her arms.
"It's okay, sweetie!" her dad struggled to keep up as she was marched out of the building, "Don't say anything, don't talk to anyone! I'm gonna fix this!"
"Fix it, now!" Lauren demanded, flinching when the cool wind outside whipped her face. It was raining.
"Lauren!"
Debbie's fingers against her dark purple shirt were fleeting.
"Ma'am you need to step back!" Officer Reynolds boomed.
"I'm going with her," Debbie shouted, "She's my daughter, not yours!"
"She's under arrest," Officer Swan said, "You can't go with her in the car."
Lauren was trembling and it wasn't due to her not wearing her jacket. Why wouldn't they let her parents go with her?
The blue and red lights are little more than smudgy illuminations in the slanting rain. But she still spotted the white bodywork of a police car.
She spotted three of them.
Looking around frantically, blinking at the rain in her eyes, she spotted three other figures being led, also in handcuffs. It wasn't hard to spot Katie's red hair.
Lauren gritted her teeth. She was a good person, a good friend. She had always run to Jessica whenever she was having boy problems and had listened for hours when Jess whined about Mike. She had helped Ashley with her homework and Lauren had lent her a black sweater. Just the other day, she had put herself on the line and confronted Rosalie for making Katie cry.
She had made her friends popular, toted them around and held all the sleepovers at her house. Yet, in her time of need, when people were being mean and spreading fake rumors about her, they had all betrayed her and signed some bullshit contract, blaming her for Kit killing herself.
What if Kit had made Lauren want to kill herself? What if Kit had been mean to her and Lauren had just been defending herself? But of course, no one had bothered to fucking ask. No, Principal Greene pretended that he cared, but really, he was just blaming her and trying to embarrass her by hauling her parents in.
All because of her so-called "friends."
And now it was coming back to bite them in the ass because they had tried to pin this all on her and now they were getting arrested, too.
Wiggling her arms again, she lurched forward in the grip of Officer Swan, her teeth gnashing together.
"You bitches!" she screeched, glaring towards where she had spotted Katie, "You fucking bitches, say it to my fucking face!"
"Miss Mallory, you need to calm down," Officer Swan demanded, "Calm down, now!"
"It's what you get, this is what you get!" she screamed at them, "You think you can pin this all on me!?"
"This isn't her fault, she's been having trouble at school and hasn't been sleeping!" Lauren heard her mother shout, "All of this pressure and all of these lies. She's just a little girl, you can't do this to her! She didn't know any better!"
The back door was opened and Lauren bit her lip. She wanted to die. Right then and there, she was hoping she'd have a heart attack or that lightning would strike her down.
None of that happened.
She screamed insults at the girls until she could no longer do so, having been placed into the car with a mumbled "watch your head" as a warning.
She looked out the window where her parents were hitting it with their palms, promising that they'd get her out, that they loved her and would fix everything. Don't be scared, it'll all be okay.
All at once, her anger left as the police car began to pull out of its parking spot and Lauren felt her eyes burn with the tears that welled up. She bit her lip to stifle any noises, lowering her head as her body shook with her crying.
This was happening, this was actually happening. This was real life. She was in the back of a police car, possibly being taken to prison.
Quickly, she turned her head and lifted her hips, propping herself up so that she could try and see out of the back windshield.
Her parents were still standing there, talking and gesturing madly to each other and Lauren saw her mother point at her when they made eye contact.
When she could no longer see past the rain, she lowered her hips. She hiccuped and looked around. She took in the car's interior and moved her arms again, wincing at the discomfort.
There was no way she could free her arms and throw herself out of the car. She couldn't even bash her head against the window.
Flashback:
"…And then Alice Cullen poked her head in and she was like: "Kit, are you okay!?" Lauren scoffed quietly and rolled her eyes.
"What the heck?" Ashley hissed, dipping an apple slice into a small tin of caramel, "She needs to mind her own business."
"I know, right?" Lauren shook her head, "Like, it was so annoying and just so rude."
She huffed. She had just come out of a "meeting" from the Front Office with Kit, Kit's father, and her own father, David.
It was something about Kit trying to get her schedule changed, and in front of the staff, Blake had tried to accuse Lauren of "being mean" to Kit or something like that.
Luckily, Lauren's father had stepped in and had assured Blake that everything was fine. It was high school and most likely a misunderstanding. Kit was new to town and had never lived in such a small population before. Just because she was having trouble making friends and fitting in, it didn't mean that people were being mean to her.
"Wait, so, what did Kit do?" Jess asked eagerly, "Like, were your dad and her dad yelling at each other?"
Lauren shrugged, "Not really. My dad talked and he apologized or whatever—
"He apologized!?" Ashley raged, "For what? You didn't do anything!"
"No, I know," Lauren calmly sipped from her water bottle, "Oh my God, it was so embarrassing. Like, it wasn't a real apology, but Kit literally started crying and it was so awkward. I mean, how else are you supposed to react?"
Gasps came from all of her friends, but it was Katie who inquired, "She was crying?"
"Ya," Lauren sighed. There was so much embarrassment, that it had made Lauren physically uncomfortable, "She was sobbing like a baby and she said: "She's been mean to me all year!"
"Oh my God," Ashley fanned herself, "She acts like she's five."
"I know!" Lauren agreed, "So, she was crying like that and that's when Alice came in and asked what was wrong."
"That's so stupid. It was none of her business," Jess paused and looked around, "But I don't see Kit. Where is she?"
Lauren took a look around, herself, but didn't see Kit. She twisted to look at the table the Cullens always occupied, but she wasn't there either.
"Alice is there," Katie said and Lauren turned back to face her friends, "But Jasper isn't."
"Yeah," Lauren said, "I don't see Kit. Maybe she went home. Her dad took her out of the office and I don't know where they went."
"Wait, so, did they change her schedule?" Jess asked, frowning, "No fair. I tried to get mine changed in October and they wouldn't let me."
"Don't worry, they didn't," Lauren assured, "I guess, like—it's such a small school, you know, that even if they changed every single one of her classes, she'd still have classes with us."
"Us?" Katie parroted, leaning forward, "What do you mean, us?"
"Yeah," Jess leaned forward, too, "What'd she say!?"
Lauren smirked, "It's fine. She's seriously such a baby. She was crying and then she was like: 'I don't want classes with Jessica, Lauren, Ashely or Katie, anymore!' but she's such a whiner, I don't think anyone took her seriously."
"Oh my gosh…" Katie breathed.
"Yeah, exactly," Lauren placed her elbow on the table, "It was so pathetic and I was even told sorry because they took me out of class ten minutes early."
"They should have apologized!" Jess stabbed her salad with her fork, "Maybe now Kit will leave us alone."
"Yeah," Lauren ran her fingers through her hair, "I hope so."
End Flashback:
On the inside, Lauren was back to her fuming. Kit had been the one to bother them. Every time people asked Lauren questions or when she and her fr—ex-friends had been called into the office, it was because Kit was making shit up and causing all of this drama.
There was such a thing as the First Amendment. Lauren wasn't obligated to like or be nice to anyone. She didn't have to praise Kit all because the brunette knew how to cry at the drop of a hat. Not everyone had to kiss the ground that Kit Algren walked on. Not everyone was obligated to cater to her like the Cullens did.
"The world does not revolve around her," she muttered to herself.
"What was that?" Officer Swan asked, "Did you say something?"
"Yeah, I did," Lauren stuck her chin out. She had seen enough Law & Order: SVU episodes, "I'd like a lawyer, please."
Everly was so tired, she couldn't have cried if she wanted to. She wanted to cry to wash away the heaviness in her chest. The sadness was still there, but not raw and painful. Now, it was an empty numbness—the kind that wouldn't lift.
"Everly, darling, please come with me to the cafeteria," Blake begged. He had been doing so for the past ten minutes, "Please? Even if you just have some apple juice or a Rice Krispies treat, then that's fine. Just come eat something."
"No, thank you," Everly whispered hoarsely.
She held Kit's hand limply in her own, her head on the mattress of Kit's hospital bed.
She was almost offended that Blake had asked her to eat something. Whether it was a possibility that she got low blood sugar or not, how could he ever think that she would leave Kit's side at a time like this?
Beep.
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Beep.
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Beep.
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Whoosh.
"I can't feel anything," she mumbled to Blake.
This had never been part of their plan. It had never crossed her mind that Kit might not wake up. Their plan had always been what to do when Kit woke up. Who to call, where to go, what to do and how to do it.
"I'm not gonna make it," she moaned.
She couldn't lose Kit. She wouldn't be able to live. How could she ever be a good mother to Indigo when—
She couldn't think of words to finish the thought.
"Darling…" Blake rubbed her back and she closed her eyes.
Beep.
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Beep.
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Beep.
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Whoosh.
The beeping was getting slower and Everly was tempted to press her free hand to Kit's chest, but couldn't find the strength to move.
"I got a call from Charlie," Blake's hand had moved to Everly's hair, "The girls were arrested and are being processed as we speak."
Everly didn't respond for several long minutes. Indigo was in the cafeteria with Vanessa, getting something to eat. Her youngest had barely said a peep, and with the lawsuit going forward, Blake had withdrawn her from school and she was doing the work at home.
Surprisingly, Indigo didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed much more at ease being at home, right now.
Part of their plan, had been to enroll Indigo in another school district. Probably Port Angeles, but Everly wasn't sure what Indigo would want to do after Kit…didn't wake up.
"Tell me what you want me to do," Blake pressed weakly, "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
Everly exhaled softly, "…Don't leave me."
Blake took a deep breath through his nose and his eyes grew wet.
"Darling, I'm not going to leave you," he choked out, "Not ever. How many times do I have to tell you that you're stuck with me?"
Blake leaned forward and Everly allowed him to press a chaste kiss to her lips. His hand was still in a brace and she hoped he wasn't in any pain.
"I love you," Blake murmured, stroking her hair, "I wish I could say things are going to be okay, but—
He pressed his lips together, covering his mouth with his hand as he looked away from her.
Everly blinked at him, frowning as if crying was now something her brain could not process.
She used her free hand to take Blake's and squeezed, her lips twitching when he squeezed back a little harder.
"I don't know if things are going to be okay either," she whispered, "But we have to try. Kit would want us to try."
Blake nodded quickly and he sniffled, trying to stifle his tears, "I need you to eat something."
"I can't right now!" Everly snapped at him, "Please, leave me alone and let me just…let me just sit here with our daughter."
Blake didn't say anything after that, but still held her hand.
She sniffled, but no tears came. Kit's seventeenth birthday was coming up and it added to the notion that Everly thought herself as a bad mother.
Having a baby two days before your birthday, hadn't been easy for a young Everly. Baby or not, it was still her day and no one else's. She had still wanted to celebrate when she turned eighteen. When she turned twenty and especially when she turned twenty-one.
As she and Kit both got older, Everly was reminded that it was no longer about her and was about Kit. She needed to fuss over Kit's birthday just as Everly fussed over her own. Kit needed to feel like she was important, particularly on the day she was born.
However, with Kit still being small, a still young and selfish Everly had been able to spin and concoct that she and Kit would celebrate their birthdays together. Kit had never complained about the arrangement and was quite floored.
Still, Everly aged and matured with motherhood and ever since Kit was five, she had tried really hard to crack down on Kit's birthday no matter how much Kit protested and declared that she liked celebrating their birthdays together. Everly had started to think that maybe she had brainwashed her daughter.
Flashback:
Hampton, New Hampshire, 2001:
Everly giggled as she gently pushed Blake away. He had her pinned to the wall of their apartment, trailing insistent kisses from her shoulder to her neck.
"Stooop," she was breathless, "Blake, quit. We have to be parents now," she shivered, "You don't get to finish off my wine, anymore."
She was still giggling when Blake captured her lips in a kiss, but before he could get too insistent and settle his hands on her hips, she moved to the side, laughing when he almost face planted into the door.
"You're drunk," she accused him, "You can't be drunk, we have children inside."
"I'm fully aware," Blake wrapped his arms around Everly and she squeaked, "And I'm not drunk, just tipsy. I'm floating."
"I'm making you coffee when we get inside," Everly declared, "Come on, seriously, Blake, it's late."
"It's nine o'clock," Blake corrected, fishing out his keys, "Kit put Indi to bed an hour ago and she's probably sleeping, too. Indi hates going to bed without her."
Everly nodded. That much was true, "Whatever. You're still drinking some coffee. The microwave was working this morning, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Blake jiggled the door handle and wrenched it open, grimacing when Evelry shushed him.
It had been one of their rare nights out in a very long time. For their wedding anniversary, Morgan, a member of their church had gifted them a fifty dollar giftcard to a restaurant.
There was never a time to use it, but with Kit turning thirteen in July, both Everly and Blake had agreed to let her babysit for a few hours after some persistent begging. It's not like Kit had never done it before, but this was the first time she had done it at night.
'With my mother calling every fifteen minutes,' Everly added silently.
Inside and with the door closed, Everly slipped off her shoes. By looks alone, there was really no reason. As soon as you walked into the apartment, there was no corridor or foyer. It was just the small living room. The ugly beige carpet was stained, gross and peeling in some places, but taking off shoes when entering someone's house, was a habit installed in Everly by her mother.
"I can't see anything," she heard Blake hiss.
"Okay, hang on," Everly felt along the wall, "I'm turning on the light."
She flicked it on and almost screamed, quickly gasping when she remembered Indigo sleeping. She pressed a hand to her heart, feeling it beat hard against her chest.
Her twelve year old daughter was still in her day clothes and it didn't look like she had showered yet, either. She was sitting on the floor with her back pressed against the couch, in front of the television. It was off. She had her knees drawn up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them to keep them there.
"Kit?" she breathed, surprised, "What on Earth are you doing? Do you know what time it is!?"
"You should be in bed," Blake scolded, "Were you watching TV when you weren't supposed to?"
Kit exhaled softly, resting her chin on her arms. After a second, she turned so that her cheek rested on them. She was facing them, now, but her gaze was on Everly's shoes. There was a knit between her brow.
In a small voice, Kit declared, "I have no friends. Nobody likes me."
Shoulders slumping, Everly looked over at Blake who looked just as sad and defeated as she did.
Blake sighed dramatically, his shoulders moving with the sound.
"Come on, Kit Kat," he headed towards the kitchen, "Let's talk. I think we have a couple teabags left."
End Flashback:
After some coaxing, Everly had been able to get Kit off the floor and into the kitchen. Once she had her tea and Blake had his coffee, Kit relayed to them that a boy in her class had made fun of her during lunch and had tossed a spotted banana into her lap, making the kids at the table laugh.
It had been before recess, too. Kit was in sixth grade and had no one to "hang out with" on the playground.
Everly and Blake had tried to convince Kit that people at school liked her and that she had her family and people at the church who absolutely adored her.
She would be in middle school the following year and not everyone in her class was attending the same one. Things would be different.
Plus, she was always so busy. Kit, herself had once said that she didn't have time for friends.
But that didn't mean she didn't want them.
Everly moved her head, so that she was still lying down, but facing Kit, this time. She held Kit's hand tighter.
"Tell me it's not possible," she whimpered, "Tell me it's not possible that I love you more."
Carlisle leaned against the wall, pretending to read though files as he eavesdropped.
While Everly had run to the bathroom, Vanessa and Indigo had returned from the cafeteria. Blake had allowed Indigo to go into Kit's room alone and upon returning, Everly was not happy. Especially when Blake kept her from entering.
"She's just a baby—
"She's not just a baby," Blake interrupted, "Give her some credit—
"I can't give her credit!" Everly hissed, "What if something happens?"
"Nothing is going to happen. She simply wanted a moment alone with her sister. Why is that so bad?"
"I just…" this time, Everly cut herself off with a sigh, either too tired to finish her sentence or she couldn't think of anything to say.
"Give her a couple more minutes," Blake pushed, "Okay? Then we'll both go in and check on her. If she gets upset, she'll come to us. She usually does."
Personally, Carlisle thought it was a good idea to give Indigo some time alone with Kit. Sometimes, it was easier for kids to say what they were feeling or what was on their mind when their parents weren't around, no matter how close they were.
There were probably some things, that Indigo wanted to tell Kit privately and that was okay.
He glanced at his watch as if he weren't counting down the minutes until he went to check on Kit again.
She was hanging in there, but only by a thread.
He had relayed to his family, that Everly and Blake had requested no one else be in the room when Kit passed.
The news was hard for his family, but they understood. Blake and Everly were Kit's parents and it would be hard enough. They didn't need the extra pairs of eyes and Carlisle understood wanting to keep that private.
He sighed, reading through the file again. In recent years, it had become a custom for doctors to touch base with a social worker, then recommend a grief counselor or other types of therapy when someone passed and the family or loved ones were deeply affected.
As a doctor, it would be the right thing to do, but Carlisle didn't think therapy could really help someone grieve over the loss of a child, no matter how many degrees they had.
'Indigo might be too old for play therapy,' Carlisle thought, 'She's mature for her age…like her sister. However, maybe that's something she'd like to talk about. She likes to color. And play therapy is marketed for ages three through eleven.'
He'd look into it, he decided. It couldn't hurt, and Indigo might greatly benefit from it. Perhaps she was someone who needed some distraction while she talked.
Even so, he felt the same way about Indigo losing her sister as he did with Blake and Everly losing their daughter. They could all learn to cope healthily with the loss, but would never get over it.
Very briefly, he had spoken to Esme about what they would do when Kit passed and if services were held. She had suggested going to visit Tanya for awhile. She feared Emmett going off on his own and doing something rash.
'Like when Edward rebelled and left us,' Carlisle shuddered at the memories that assaulted him.
A shrill scream erupted from the direction of Kit's room and Carlisle's ears registered the delicate voice of Indigo's voice at the same time his feet carried him from the corridor to Kit's hospital room.
Blake and Everly had beat him to the room, the latter doubled over, her sobbing shaking Blake who she clutched to keep from falling.
"I didn't mean to scream!" Indigo cried, looking at Carlisle, "But she scared me!"
Carlisle rushed to Kit's bedside and immediately, he had to grip the bed to keep his legs from giving out. He shouted for more doctors and nurses over his shoulder to rush to ICU, room two immediately.
Because Kit's eyes were open.
Author's Note:
The end!
No, this is not a joke. I know, it's very abrupt, but this truly is the last chapter to 'Over The Midnight Moon'. I'm not going to lie, I did get quite emotional when I finished this chapter. I couldn't believe It- I had actually finished a story. A very important one that brought back so many emotions, feelings, and memories.
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But don't fret. This story is not over. No, there will not be an epilogue...there will, in fact, possibly (most likely) be a sequel. How this sequel came about is a long story, but I'm already working on it, and I'd like to know how you guys feel about it. I did, after all, declare that I would permanently leave this fandom after finishing 'OTMM', but this story took turns that I wasn't expecting and how I originally plotted it out isn't at all how it's published, now.
So, I have already plotted out and started writing the sequel and will post a prologue soon.
Also, there are a lot of holes in this story as a lot of things I wanted to write were unable to "fit". So, I've been thinking of posting some outtakes and have some ideas for those. If you, the readers, have any requests or ever thought "Hmm. I wonder what would happen if Kit/Blake/Everly/Indigo/Emmett/Shelly/Willa did this, during this", then feel free to let me know in the reviews and I'll do my best to write it out for you.
Thank you so much for everyone who's stuck by this story, followed it, PM'd me, left reviews and supported me. This story is based loosely on true events (it is a fantasy novel involving supernatural creatures) and again, it's been emotional for me. I've gotten teary writing a few chapters and I'm so humbled to everyone who's reached out to me, being able to relate to my characters or telling me that they've been in Kit's position and at grateful that they have a character to relate to.
I am honored to have written something where so many people can relate and see themselves, even if it's not entirely positive.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart,
FictionChic