Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 28, 2009 23:56:28 GMT
Diane stared down at the phone, her eyes glazed and her hands shaking, tossing the mobile from hand to hand. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense…
Quickly, she turned back to the phone, clicking the buttons as quickly as she could, flashing up the name on her phone. It would be useless, pointless, but she prayed that it wouldn’t be, prayed that something would be different…
He couldn’t be dead…
She watched the name flashing brightly, the green phone symbol with a dominating question mark lying flat on her screen, not even bothering to put it to her ear. She jumped, watching the question mark disappear and the green phone slant, faint noises heard from the other end. “Mel?” she gasped, putting it to her ear.
He looked around himself, grabbing the last of his bags as he prepared to go out, giving Mayu one last look, whispering down the phone, “Dia, it’s six in the morning… You better have a good explanation for almost waking Mayu.”
She caught her breath. It was Melville, and he was alive. How was this possible? “Mel… Mel, I just got a call from your mum… She thinks you’re dead…”
His eyes widened as he dropped the bag suddenly, looking back at Mayu and not wanting to wake her, but quickly ducking into the bathroom beside the door, the only place for some privacy. “What?” he asked, his voice cold.
“S-she just phoned me. She-I had to check…”
“Why does she think I’m dead?” he asked, trying desperately to keep his voice low but finding it difficult.
There was a pause on Diane’s end of the line, as she told him slowly, “The school phoned them and told them they’d found you…” she said, lowering her head and letting her hair cover her face. “Please, phone her and tell her you’re alright.”
He nodded slowly, wondering what time it would be in England when he stopped, remembering exactly what his mother had told him; Its whatever time it wants to be. Sometimes they're ahead, sometimes behind. What if that wasn’t just the time of day? “I don’t think its that simple…” he said slowly, a fear creeping into his mind.
“What? How do you mean?” she asked, barely able to understand. He needed to put her family out of their misery; he was alive, and that’s all that mattered.
“They’re convinced… the school was convinced… maybe it was real?” he asked slowly, leaning against the wall with a soft thud. “Maybe it just hasn’t happened yet.”
Diane frowned. Was Melville alright? He seemed to be talking strangely, “Mel, you’re not making any sense… Why would they-?” she asked, not even sure how to finish that sentence.
He sighed, his voice attempting to be cool and unfeeling, though it shook a little, “The school changes time zones all the time. What if we’re behind Mum and Michael right now? What if it hasn’t happened yet?” he asked, almost demanding.
Diane stared forwards, the shivering in her hands starting to come back. “Mel, stop it, you’re scaring me…” she said softly.
“Did they say what happened? Did they say when?” he asked, his voice almost desperate.
She shook her head, her voice trembling, “I-I’m not saying.”
“Diane!” he whispered harshly, quickly opening the door just a crack and looking through. Mayu was thankfully still sleeping.
She shivered, curling herself into a ball and pressing her chin against her knees, thinking exactly of the answers, suddenly knowing that there was merit to his words. “Dad said hope you had a Happy New Year…” she said slowly, a tear running down her face. It was a day before New Years Eve.
Melville’s head leant back, hitting the cold white tiles as he closed his eyes tightly. He hadn’t wanted it to be real, he’d just wanted to put some sort of explanation to it. Now the coldness was holding him, threatening to break through his thick skin. “Are you going to tell me how…?”
She shook her head, unable to say a word. Every time something came to mind her throat closed up.
He nodded slowly, giving a grim smile. “Alright…” he said, sighing shakily. “I guess… I might talk to you later. I might not.” he said with a small smirk and a shrug.
She put her head down on her knees, closing her eyes tightly, suddenly aware that this could be the last time she would be talking to him. “We can stop this… We can help you…” she said softly.
Melville smiled and shook her head, “It’s already happened,” he shrugged off. “I just want a normal day, Dia. If something happens it happens.” he said, opening the door again slightly, watching Mayu with soft eyes.
She pulled back her hair, looking all around the room. It would be the most difficult thing to say now. “Goodbye, Seth,” She couldn’t even keep serious enough to call him by his preferred name.
He smiled, whispering down the phone, “Goodbye, Princess Di,” calling her the name she despised almost as much as he hated Seth. He clicked the phone off.
He looked down to his phone. Just another day. He looked up through the door, watching Mayu as she lay in bed, putting his hands on his door handle ready to go, taking out a deep breath. Just a normal day. He walked through, picking up his things and was ready to leave for his morning work out when he looked back to the bed, and then down again. Could he really leave like this?
He walked over slowly to her bed, resting his hand against hers softly, whispering to her “Mayu…” watching her closely. He didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.
Quickly, she turned back to the phone, clicking the buttons as quickly as she could, flashing up the name on her phone. It would be useless, pointless, but she prayed that it wouldn’t be, prayed that something would be different…
He couldn’t be dead…
She watched the name flashing brightly, the green phone symbol with a dominating question mark lying flat on her screen, not even bothering to put it to her ear. She jumped, watching the question mark disappear and the green phone slant, faint noises heard from the other end. “Mel?” she gasped, putting it to her ear.
He looked around himself, grabbing the last of his bags as he prepared to go out, giving Mayu one last look, whispering down the phone, “Dia, it’s six in the morning… You better have a good explanation for almost waking Mayu.”
She caught her breath. It was Melville, and he was alive. How was this possible? “Mel… Mel, I just got a call from your mum… She thinks you’re dead…”
His eyes widened as he dropped the bag suddenly, looking back at Mayu and not wanting to wake her, but quickly ducking into the bathroom beside the door, the only place for some privacy. “What?” he asked, his voice cold.
“S-she just phoned me. She-I had to check…”
“Why does she think I’m dead?” he asked, trying desperately to keep his voice low but finding it difficult.
There was a pause on Diane’s end of the line, as she told him slowly, “The school phoned them and told them they’d found you…” she said, lowering her head and letting her hair cover her face. “Please, phone her and tell her you’re alright.”
He nodded slowly, wondering what time it would be in England when he stopped, remembering exactly what his mother had told him; Its whatever time it wants to be. Sometimes they're ahead, sometimes behind. What if that wasn’t just the time of day? “I don’t think its that simple…” he said slowly, a fear creeping into his mind.
“What? How do you mean?” she asked, barely able to understand. He needed to put her family out of their misery; he was alive, and that’s all that mattered.
“They’re convinced… the school was convinced… maybe it was real?” he asked slowly, leaning against the wall with a soft thud. “Maybe it just hasn’t happened yet.”
Diane frowned. Was Melville alright? He seemed to be talking strangely, “Mel, you’re not making any sense… Why would they-?” she asked, not even sure how to finish that sentence.
He sighed, his voice attempting to be cool and unfeeling, though it shook a little, “The school changes time zones all the time. What if we’re behind Mum and Michael right now? What if it hasn’t happened yet?” he asked, almost demanding.
Diane stared forwards, the shivering in her hands starting to come back. “Mel, stop it, you’re scaring me…” she said softly.
“Did they say what happened? Did they say when?” he asked, his voice almost desperate.
She shook her head, her voice trembling, “I-I’m not saying.”
“Diane!” he whispered harshly, quickly opening the door just a crack and looking through. Mayu was thankfully still sleeping.
She shivered, curling herself into a ball and pressing her chin against her knees, thinking exactly of the answers, suddenly knowing that there was merit to his words. “Dad said hope you had a Happy New Year…” she said slowly, a tear running down her face. It was a day before New Years Eve.
Melville’s head leant back, hitting the cold white tiles as he closed his eyes tightly. He hadn’t wanted it to be real, he’d just wanted to put some sort of explanation to it. Now the coldness was holding him, threatening to break through his thick skin. “Are you going to tell me how…?”
She shook her head, unable to say a word. Every time something came to mind her throat closed up.
He nodded slowly, giving a grim smile. “Alright…” he said, sighing shakily. “I guess… I might talk to you later. I might not.” he said with a small smirk and a shrug.
She put her head down on her knees, closing her eyes tightly, suddenly aware that this could be the last time she would be talking to him. “We can stop this… We can help you…” she said softly.
Melville smiled and shook her head, “It’s already happened,” he shrugged off. “I just want a normal day, Dia. If something happens it happens.” he said, opening the door again slightly, watching Mayu with soft eyes.
She pulled back her hair, looking all around the room. It would be the most difficult thing to say now. “Goodbye, Seth,” She couldn’t even keep serious enough to call him by his preferred name.
He smiled, whispering down the phone, “Goodbye, Princess Di,” calling her the name she despised almost as much as he hated Seth. He clicked the phone off.
He looked down to his phone. Just another day. He looked up through the door, watching Mayu as she lay in bed, putting his hands on his door handle ready to go, taking out a deep breath. Just a normal day. He walked through, picking up his things and was ready to leave for his morning work out when he looked back to the bed, and then down again. Could he really leave like this?
He walked over slowly to her bed, resting his hand against hers softly, whispering to her “Mayu…” watching her closely. He didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.
