I can hear them screaming; Dione Castel (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} audiomorbid) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-04-12 15:40:00 |
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Monday; December 24 2007
Who: Dione Castel
When: Evening, Christmas Eve
Where: The Castel Cottage
What: This is the first Christmas without her family. All in all, she's probably taking it as well as can be expected.
Dione sobbed at the sound of her name. Though she had been happy while out with Dante, she returned and it seemed once the door finally shut and she realized the season truely, she began to fall apart. It was nearly Christmas. Christmas. The King of Holidays the family would spend together except the family was not there.
Dexter was dead. Mother was dead. Father was dead. Everyone she cared about was dead. Lying on her bed, she stared at nothing, hair half covering her face. The woman had made no move to clear it away. It didn't matter. Let it stay. Sitting in the chair beside her bed, Dexter called her name again and felt her flinch.
Dione, you cannot stay here, he'd been saying that for at least two days now. She could not stay in this place alone. Perhaps it was his own fear making him want her to seek company. Often she was quite happy without company. Yet tonight, knowing how much the holiday meant to her, he wished she would have gone to the bar. Wished she would get up from her bed and go somewhere, do something, anything to distract her from the pain he could feel all around and over her. She only sobbed in his general direction, curling harder into a ball. Dione wasn't strong enough as a person to take her own life.
"Why did everyone have to leave me?" It came out in a rush, a painful rhetorical question. She hated herself for surviving.
Dione, I love you. He didn't have an answer for her. People died. There was nothing anyone could do about that. The fact of the matter was he did not want her to die. He did not want her to take her life which he saw as a very distinct possibility as the night wore on. She was alone and lonely. There was nothing holding her in the world. Let's go to the bar. A few songs and you'll feel better.
The tears started then and Dexter could only shake his head. He would keep watch over her. Let her make it to Christmas morning. Once the holiday passed, she would feel so much better. He hoped and prayed she would feel better. Otherwise, he was going to have to find a different way to protect her from her own sadness.
*italics*=French, Dexter uses no quotes
Who: Dione Castel
When: Evening, Christmas Eve
Where: The Castel Cottage
What: This is the first Christmas without her family. All in all, she's probably taking it as well as can be expected.
Dione sobbed at the sound of her name. Though she had been happy while out with Dante, she returned and it seemed once the door finally shut and she realized the season truely, she began to fall apart. It was nearly Christmas. Christmas. The King of Holidays the family would spend together except the family was not there.
Dexter was dead. Mother was dead. Father was dead. Everyone she cared about was dead. Lying on her bed, she stared at nothing, hair half covering her face. The woman had made no move to clear it away. It didn't matter. Let it stay. Sitting in the chair beside her bed, Dexter called her name again and felt her flinch.
Dione, you cannot stay here, he'd been saying that for at least two days now. She could not stay in this place alone. Perhaps it was his own fear making him want her to seek company. Often she was quite happy without company. Yet tonight, knowing how much the holiday meant to her, he wished she would have gone to the bar. Wished she would get up from her bed and go somewhere, do something, anything to distract her from the pain he could feel all around and over her. She only sobbed in his general direction, curling harder into a ball. Dione wasn't strong enough as a person to take her own life.
"Why did everyone have to leave me?" It came out in a rush, a painful rhetorical question. She hated herself for surviving.
Dione, I love you. He didn't have an answer for her. People died. There was nothing anyone could do about that. The fact of the matter was he did not want her to die. He did not want her to take her life which he saw as a very distinct possibility as the night wore on. She was alone and lonely. There was nothing holding her in the world. Let's go to the bar. A few songs and you'll feel better.
The tears started then and Dexter could only shake his head. He would keep watch over her. Let her make it to Christmas morning. Once the holiday passed, she would feel so much better. He hoped and prayed she would feel better. Otherwise, he was going to have to find a different way to protect her from her own sadness.
*italics*=French, Dexter uses no quotes