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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 13:22:16 GMT -5
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Lancelot's dreams were filled with horror and dispair. He let out a few cries of horror and then woke with a shock he let out a scream of frustration when he saw his leg and arm in a cast. He lay a while in his bed and thought he heard Michelle giggle next to him and he turned his head to see nobody. He then heard a whisper next to his ear and he turned his head Michelle was standing there clothed in white. her eyes were playful and he reached out to touch her but as he hand made contact with her cheek she disappeared.
He got out of bed and walked down stairs very slowly with a crutch under his arm.
He found his dad in the kitchen and he was greeted but Lancelot did not register. His dad placed a cup of coffee in front of him and he saw the cup which was Michelle's favorite cup to drink out of, he jumped up grabbed the cup and swung with a heavy heart his arm. The cup flew through the air, smashing into pieces at the wall, the coffee leaked down the wall. He then banged his fists into the table leaving a light dent. He sank to the ground and started to cry and sob again.
His father then said that they should get ready, he then remembered Michelle's memorial service was today, so he made his way back to his room. His dad followed him and helped him get dressed. He looked dashing in his tux.
They drove to the service that was at the local graveyard, he wondered what happened to Blackcurrant he haven't seen her since that day. The service felt so long and tiring. Lancelot saw Damon there but at the far back and he wondered why he stood so far. but he guessed it was hard on him too. And who wanted to stand next to a killer?
As the service ended the pastor came up to Lancelot and told him they sat a made up tombstone down for Michelle until her body will be buried. Lancelot followed the pastor and the pastor pointed to where it was and the pastor left him alone. When Lance was alone he sank to his knees and started to cry again. Looking up at Michelle's tomb stone.
((was a pretty tomb stone, forget the name on it))
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 13:32:09 GMT -5
The guard held Damon at gunpoint until they were outside the hospital and the moment he went back inside Damon fell to his knees, clenching his fists as a scream ripped from his lips, tones of agony and pain mingled with unthinkable fury and hurt. It died away slowly and so did Damon's heart...
3 Days later...
Three days had gone by in which Damon hadn't slept once. His eyes were bloodshot and dark circles haunted his eyes. His breath smelled of alcohol and his gaze was empty, unseeing. The shower's cold water brought a little life to him, cooling his skin. Today was the day. He couldn't even say it and his pain was too unbearable to even think of. now he had to go to a service where there would be no avoiding the truth, the reality that had become his life. Having not once stopped drinking since her death Damon was far from sober. He slipped into a black jean and buttoned his black shirt.
He didn't look drunk, the pain was only numbed by the alcohol and so he got the Audi's keys, starting the engine and racing at the speed of light without a worry in the world. He pulled to a stop once inside the cemetery and remained seated for a while, laying head head on his hands on the steering wheel. Gathering himself together he got out of the car and slammed the door. He went through the motions, staying at the back of the little gathering, staring forward as if he were dead already... It finished and he left, not once even registering that Lance was there...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 13:54:43 GMT -5
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Pierre got dressed and he took the keys to the other car and he helped Lance into the car. They drove to the service. Pierre stood by Lance and then he left Lance alone for a while and he found Lance later on, on his knees near a tombstone. Pierre decided to wait in the car for Lance. Lancelot came walking toward the car, staggering a bit at how weak and warn out he was from all the emotions. Lancelot got into the car and Pierre drove back to his house.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 15, 2012 13:56:32 GMT -5
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 14:19:28 GMT -5
 It started as a soft far off beat, something that only tickled at her conscious. With every second it grew louder and stronger until it seemed to wake Michelle from her slumber. Her pain was gone, her ribs felt whole, her scars were all gone. She looked like a new person from the outside. He hair was thick and shiny, her skin was tanned and her lips were full. Her heart kept knocking at her mind until all life returned to her and her eyes fluttered open with a start. She instinctively searched Lancelot out first but only bright lights hung above her. She sat up, expecting rushing pain and headaches but instead she felt like a million bucks. She appraised her perfect skin, her flat stomach and her full locks. She was on a metal slab on a table and she quickly slipped off. Where was Lance? She'd been with him last night, in her apartment. She smiled at how sweet he'd been, apologizing and all. Where was she now? She got down from the table and walked right out in her hospital gown. She grabbed a jean and a pair of shoes and a blouse on her way out as her instincts kicked in. She knew she had to get out of there... Once outside she realized it was a hospital and she ran, surprisingly not getting tired and stopped at her apartment. She walked up to the front desk and asked for a spare key since she'd lost her own and the lady looked confused, "You don't stay here anymore, Miss."
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 16, 2012 9:05:03 GMT -5
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