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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 5, 2010 6:40:10 GMT
Things began to float, then began flying across the room.
"GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK!" Screamed Brendan, pushing anything he could reach off the counters. A couple of bottles broke, but most landed softly on the floor.
"GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK!" He screamed at the woman he had come to for help so long ago.
"GIVE HER BAAACK!"
The room grew ice cold, as Brendan grew more and more furious, wanting Diane back.
"GIVE HER BACK TO ME! SHES NOT YOURS! SHES NOT! SHES MARRYING ME! ME! SHE LOVES ME!" He screamed to the top of his lungs, more things flying off the shelves.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Mar 5, 2010 6:49:02 GMT
Grace climbed down the stairs, looking at the clock on the side of the room. "Brendan calm-" another bottle broke, "BRENDAN CALM DOWN!" she screamed at him, until he finally turned quiet. "Can't you see she's not here?" she exclaimed, her hands on her hips.
"Looks, she's probably in her room. You're here as a passing spirit, I can only assume, so you have a certain amount of time to tie up your lose ends before one of two things. Either you don't tie them up, and become a restless spirit, which would be bad for Diane, and everyone who you ever cared for... or you will be able to go to heaven or hell once you have reached some sort of closure." she taught him quickly.
She picked up her pendulum from her pocket, looking at him, "I'll cast a spell to make you visable to Diane for 5 hours. Make the most of it; the last thing we need is another vengeful spirit." she told him, casting the spell. "Last I heard, she was in her room."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 5, 2010 6:54:45 GMT
"I am NOT dead!" He told her. He was shirtless and his chest was cut open. But it didnt hurt anymore. Besides, he didnt even notice. He was exactly as Kurt had seen him. Pale and broken.
"Im not dead!" He told her before running out the door and to the school. He passed straight through the doors as he floated to Dianes room, raising his hand to knock. But it simply passed through the door. He floated in, looking for her.
"Diane?" He asked, his presence cold as ice.
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Post by Diane McLain on Mar 5, 2010 7:00:06 GMT
Diane's room was covered in darkness, Diane sitting cross-legged on her old bed, all of her medicine bottles and packets draped around her like confetti. Her smile was soft, though her eyes were blood-shot from a mixture of the drugs and the hours of tears. Don't let Antosha stop me, Braxton... she remembered her last important message.
She smiled, refusing to look up as she clutched onto the bedsheets. "Wow... I didn't realise any of these were hallucinagenics..." she muttered, her voice fading and rising randomly, as she fished through the packets, trying to find out which one was making her remember her dead fiance.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 5, 2010 7:05:14 GMT
"Diane? Diane, what are you doing?" He asked, making his way over to her. He reached out to touch her cheek, then found he couldnt. What good was being with Diane if he couldnt touch her?
"Diane.. Diane, what are you doing?!" The room began to grow colder. He brushed the mess off the bed and onto the floor.
"Diane, why are you giving up on me? Why are you giving up on everything? We can be happy.. You dont have to do this.. Diane, we can get married.. Have a family.. Diane.. Y-you arent pregnant are you? I-is that why youre doing this?" He reached for her again.
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Post by Diane McLain on Mar 5, 2010 7:09:33 GMT
Diane gave a dark laugh, shaking her head. "Great, my subconscious needs explaining to... how original..." she said, finally looking up to him.
She looked at him, seeing his eyes... those wonderful eyes that she'd got caught in, and was suddenly lost in thought. Suddenly, she thought that they could get married, run away forever have a life... but it was required to be alive for that. "I told you I was giving up, Brendan. I-I- thought I'd give it another shot, but then..." her eyes watered. "But then you gave up on life. I was right there, calling your name. If I'd just come a moment earlier, if I'd realised it wasn't a dream, you'd be alive..." she turned away from him, lying facefirst on the bed and crying into her pillow.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 5, 2010 7:14:38 GMT
"I am alive! Diane, dont give up on me!" He reached for her. He was growing more and more furious as the moments passed. He couldnt touch her, but he was POSITIVE he was alive. The angrier he got, the colder the room got.
"Diane, Im fine! This isnt your fau-" He stopped mid sentence. He remembered being tied to the tree, and stabbed, the knife drawn down his chest until it reached his heart. Then he remembered gasping for breath. And.. Then there was darkness.
"Diane.. I didnt give up.." He cried, trying to get her to understand. "Baby, please.. look at me.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Mar 5, 2010 7:19:08 GMT
Diane cried more furiously into her pillow, grabbing onto it and imagining that it was Brendan that she was holding, his chest that she was lying her head on. "I'm so sorry..." she said between gasps of crying. "I should have been there for you. I just was so scared when you did that - I thought I was a failure. I was supposed to make you happy and you were unhappy enough to kill yourself... why didn't I just listen? Why couldn't I spend your last days with you...?" she cried, still unable to believe that Brendan was anything more than her subconscious talking, and therefore would have nothing more than she could imagine to help her.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 5, 2010 7:26:04 GMT
Brendan tugged at the pillow, or at least he tried to. But it didnt work. He couldnt get a grip on the thing. It passed right trough his hand.
"Diane, Im HERE. Diane, baby.. I-I was trying to get rid of the voice in my head.. Hes gone now.. Hes gone. Diane, we can be happy again! We can be normal.. We can get married, Diane.. Diane, come here.. Come see, baby.." He sat down on the floor, holding out his pale arms. He wanted to feel her in his arms more than anything. Wanted to feel her against him, her heart beating against his. Her lips on his..
"Diane.. Come here, baby.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Mar 5, 2010 7:30:46 GMT
Diane lifted up her head slowly, looking to where Brendan sat on her floor. She wanted so much to believe it was real, to believe that he wasn't really gone. Not now, not ever. "Brendan..." she breathed, sliding off her bed and onto the floor. Everything was taking so much energy, she realised, wondering vaguely if there was a way she could get back onto the bed.
She pulled herself closer to him, reaching out a hand to take him, the distance between them seeming to last forever before a simple touch... and then it slid straight through. She closed her eyes tightly and hung her head down, a new fit of tears destroying her body. "I'm coming, Brendan... No ones going to stop me... No one cares enough to stop me..." she breathed.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 5, 2010 7:46:08 GMT
Brendan reached for her, feeling her for a second before his hand disapeared into her arm. But that second meant more to him than anything. He pulled his hand back, looking hurt.
"Youre coming to be with me, Diane..? Are you gonna come and stay forever.. With me, Diane? Will you?" He moved closer, holding his arms out again.
He didnt want to see her die. But he didnt want to have to be without her -dead or alive- either. Maybe Grace was wrong. Maybe they could stay here, on Earth. And be together... Forver. And hed never have to be without her another day.
"Do you want to come with me, baby? We can finally be happy.. We dont have to be upset or angry or hurt anymore. Because we can have each other.. forever. And Ill hold you until the end of time.. I-Ill never let go.. We can be together, Diane.. Baby, we can be together.."
He reached for her hand, holding it in his. He realized she was dying little by little, her spirit leaving her body little bits at a time.
"Just let go, Diane.. Let go and come be with me.." He begged her, never wanting to be without his fiance ever again. "Please baby.. Just let go and come be with me.."
Had he been alive, he would have been begging her to hold on, to stay alive. But he wanted her with him, where the pain went away and everything was finally easy. Where you didnt have a care in the world..
"I love you, Diane.. More than anything. In the world.. I love you.." He held her hand tighter, both of his hands enveloping what little of her he had to hold, to cling to.
"Let go.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Mar 5, 2010 17:10:23 GMT
Diane smiled softly, feeling her eyes dropping. She was beginning to feel so tired, but there was a buzzing in her head and a pain starting to grow in her chest which she couldn't ignore. "I-I'm tired... Brendan...." she breathed softly, turning back to get back onto the bed.
Her legs were numb, refusing to move as she tried to drag herself back up. She pulled onto the sheets, but the fell from her hands, slipping as her body lost control.
Her falling, however, was caught by her magic. Though her body was fading, the residue the demon had left in her body was flaring to life - though luckily it now worked in harmony with her. Her body was lifted softly through the air and placed onto the bed, like a worshiped china doll.
It was black in the room as what little of the moonshine that was left hid itself from the window. She looked up, barely strength to keep her eyes open, looking to the door. She'd faced death before, many times in fact, and she was so used to being saved she kept her eyes on the door. Who would come out to save her this time? Antosha, a nurse, maybe a friend or maybe it was all a dream, and Brendan would come to her side and wake her...?
The cold truth hit her as, somehow, she knew she had hit the point of no return. She closed her eyes, knowing that this time she wouldn't be saved. It was almost depressing, even though she didn't want to be saved, she'd wanted to know someone cared. But the only one by her side was Brendan... just as it should have been.
Hold me... she told him psychically, her eyes closed lightly, feeling herself dying.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 5, 2010 23:44:49 GMT
Brendan clung to her hand, the only thing he had of her.
"I love you, Diane." he told her, holding her hand close to his chest. "I love you more than anything. We can finally be happy, Diane. We dont have to be hurt anymore.."
He leaned down, his lips barely brushing her forehead.
"I love you, baby.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Mar 5, 2010 23:57:35 GMT
Diane's body sunk, trying desperately to utter some last words. "I... love...." her voice faded, her head falling to one side. Her chest fell, and stayed still, the dark room not even filled with a single heartbeat.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 6, 2010 0:07:44 GMT
"Diane?" He moved closer to her body.
"Diane?" He reached out to touch her, to pull her to him.
Was she really dead? Would they really be together now?
"Diane?"
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