Love Never Dies!!

There is not much to be said. The aftermath of a horrible tragedy. Some people fall apart; they collapse from within and become a tragedy in themselves. Directed by pure undiluted depression.

But some are different, they are lucky and find the strength which makes them right again. Maybe not heal them through and through but enough to make them get on with life. Return back to what they will always have. A warm hug, a shoulder to cry on and someone there to talk with when there is no one else.

Drey was one of them. A rescued one.

There was no pain there until Nick came along. When he was there it showed, all the hurt and the desperation for her silent screams to be heard. Nick heard them. He pulled her free from the icy depths of the ocean. Put air back in her lungs and let her cry.

For once Drey had not been abandoned. When the others had left, walked out and moved away. Got on with life or taken it. Only Drey had stayed at home, locked away in her room and ignored by everyone but the police who came regularly. Not for friendly, leisurely visits like Nick’s.

No the police came to ask questions. Nosey ones that got inside her brain and drove her crazy sometimes. She got the way, as her parents described; to the point they would be too frightened to go upstairs and calm her. Drey would throw things, smash them and put holes in the walls with her fists. Her parents’ fears were reasonable. Even Drey was scared of herself.

But Nick just walked in, slamming the door and getting Drey’s attention. She would lunge and he would catch her in his arms. Hold her tight pressed against his body while she sobbed and struggled. The sounds of screams echoing numbly in her head. Gun shots causing plaster clouds to hang in the air. Bullet casings dropping to the floor and clinking loudly. The magnifying sound of the glock of the gun as another round went off. Nick would calm her.

The police when they came sat there, her parents and her. Sitting there on the sofa, looking through her. Her voice was blank and loud and they didn’t hear her, only answered her questions and wiped back tears.

The questions were profound and she screamed them at Nick while she lay in his arms. He would make her quite though, his firm lips on hers. They would kiss and she would kiss back. Her heart beating faster, she knew she was in love.

Sitting there on the window seat in her bedroom, on the second story of the house Drey looked out at the garden below. Her mother was there, bent over the flowers, tears dropping delicately onto the pale pink rose petals. The petals drooped and wilted with Drey’s mothers’ body as the tears rocked her form. Soon they would be heard from the house and father would be there supporting her back to the safety and comfort of his arms and bed.

This would be when the questions came back to Drey. The low monotone in the Detectives voice. Level tone filled with sadness when her parents answered. They were more bizarre but. The answers to the inane questions.

“No we have no idea why she would be targeted in this…”

Then the tears would come and father would stand fiercely in anger and demand the officers leave, they were no longer welcome in the house and were not to come back. They always did but. More tears, more tantrums and more fear from the bedroom where Drey would wreak havoc on her belongings, where Nick would come and calm her. Where everything began to make sense.

Now her own answers weren’t so kind, they were harsh and crashed her into reality so hard she was breathless. Panting she stood, back at school now. In the Science room as the shots fired.

A hand went to her chest then, blood thick and oozing leaked through her fingers. Pain spreading like wildfire as the bullet tunnelled out a hole in her chest, cartridge, bone and blood spraying the wall behind her.

Turning her eyes caught Nick’s. Standing the gun in his hand, terror spread over his soft features. A sorry slipping from his firm salty lips. There was so much regret and grief as Drey continued to fall towards the ground.

Love is a force strong enough to even keep the dead alive. Create enough of a sense of reality they lived on in the misery of memory. Regret for what had been done held Nick back, his desperation for apology and acceptance holding Drey there also.

Truth made Drey’s form flicker as she felt the pull to let go. It wasn’t completely over yet, the apology she needed the apology. Nick needed her acceptance, forgiveness. Until this was given she was stuck in her own insane life of torment.

People had left, taken their lives and died. She was one who had died; Nick was one who had taken his life. Every ones parents had mourned. Those who had let go were released.

Drey needed release; Nick had to let it go.

Nick was there to kiss away her tears as they slid down her cheeks, they were bloody this time. Her hands left dried stains on his shirt where she had pressed them to him. It was her blood from the wound in her chest. Drey saw his wound then, the mass of his face that was no longer there. His pretty blue eyes and pale skin marred with bruises and blood, brain matter and bone.

Touching a hand to the side of his face which remained Drey kissed Nick’s torn lips and felt the release. Nick stood there screaming as Drey was gone, fading before his eyes.

With a final scream Nick was pulled beneath the floorboards.