Mary Ann Dale (cantbeseen) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-12-03 14:23:00 |
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Current music: | Placebo - Running Up That Hill |
Entry tags: | december 2011, solo |
Who: Mary Ann and her NPC parents (for all of five seconds).
What: Finding Alan.
When: December 3, between 8 and 9am.
Where: The Dale Residence.
Rating: Low despite a lot of crying and some screaming on Mary Ann's part, there's also a couple passing references to blood.
It was not a normal day when Mary Ann woke up. After all it wasn’t everyday your baby brother entered his second decade. So to celebrate Mary Ann thought that she would take him out for breakfast at the café. It wouldn’t be anything special just breakfast between the two of them. She would give him his birthday present and then maybe they’d do something else it would depend highly on what Alan wanted. But since she wasn’t going to be attending the party with him, Toni, and Josie she was going to take any time with her brother that she could get.
Walking down the hall to Alan’s room she knocked and waited a moment. Normally she was able to get an answer after a single knock but it was the weekend and well there was that thing with Josie last night so maybe he wasn’t feeling very social or had had trouble falling asleep so he was still sleeping. In which case she knocked one more time just to make sure before poking her head in. What she saw though made her blood turn to ice.
For a long time she stood there staring into the room unable to comprehend what she was seeing. She knew what it was but understanding and believing it were being a little slow in coming. This was Alan after all and he would never have done this. She kept willing him to sit up and smile at her hoping that maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. It didn’t look like he was breathing from where she was standing paired with the dimness of the morning light filtering in through the window blinds.
Eventually it clicked in just what she was looking at. Mary Ann went from motionless to flying into his room in less than a second. She was on her hands and knees ignoring the cool wet feeling beneath them as she bent over her brother’s body trying to hear if he was breathing. She was praying that he’d somehow gotten his hands on theater grade fake blood and was playing a very cruel joke on them, even though that wasn’t typical Alan behavior at all. Anything was better than what her brain was telling her.
Gripping his shoulders she shook him. “Alan?” She could feel tears pooling at the corners of her eyes and her hair was falling in her face making it hard to see. This wasn’t happening he was joking. “Alan! Come on wake up this isn’t funny.” She shook him again the tears rolling down her cheeks as he remained motionless. She started sobbing the longer he remained still and the sobs grew louder as she tried to keep breathing and not suffocate on her own tears.
Hands wrapped around her and started pulling her to her feet. She couldn’t gather the energy to help so they gave up instead they started pulling her from the room. Mary Ann screamed she didn’t want to leave. He was dead and somehow it was her fault she’d missed something and Alan was dead. She was his rock and she’d let him fall and this was her fault she deserved to be there, the image of his body burning holes into the backs of her eyes.
Her mother came into view standing between Mary Ann and Alan’s body. She looked as upset and Mary Ann felt but she was talking and Mary Ann couldn’t make it out. She’d stopped listening, she slumped into her father’s arms and just barely walked with him out of the room. He carried her more than she walked to the kitchen and pulled out a chair for her that she promptly fell into. He was saying something but all she made out was the words mother and police. She didn’t understand how this happened.
Her father stayed with her until the police came, listening all the while as his baby girl cried her heart out. He kissed her on the forehead and showed the officers to Alan’s room leaving her alone to stare at wall tears still streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t look at her hands, didn’t want to see the proof of this nightmare all over her skin. Alan was dead.