Author: Snow Tigra
Rating: R
Pairing: cheifly 1x2, but others are also involved
Warnings: Extremely dark story line, death of a main character, darkness, angst and general creepiness
Spoilers: This is an AU, not a chance
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Merrillian Prologue
Life can change in the blink of an eye.
I should know, it happened to me. It happened to us.
For as long as I can remember we were inseparable. Always together in everything, connected nearly at the hip and enjoying every minute. Usually one hears about two friends who met in childhood and are amazingly close throughout their entire life. Nothing could tear them apart. Well that was us, with one difference.
We were three.
Close friends in everything we did, it was almost impossible to catch us alone. Sure we fought at times, but everyone has little spats like that. In our case the wounds always healed faster than we could create them and were quickly forgotten, never having much pull.
We spent our lives together, had our classes together, practically lived together. Our parents even began referring to us as siblings, as if we were all related and we were all one large family with three parents living in two houses. We knew everything about each other, what we liked, what we disliked, who we loved... least I thought we did.
I remember that day... oh lord how could I possibly forget?
Life can shatter like the most fragile of glass, a porcelain mask falling from your top shelf and all you can do is watch in shock as it drops in slow motion to the floor, where it shatters beyond recognition. You can't glue it back together; no amount of repair can even be attempted. In the end all you can do is gather up the pieces and throw them away, trying to forget. But there are still nights when you wake up and look back up to the spot... to where there is now nothing where there used to be something... and you wonder what you could have done to prevent it. Why didn't you see it coming? Why didn't you try to catch it? Why did you even place it up on that top shelf in the first place?
Wasn't there something you could have done to prevent it? There just had to be...
I remember walking with her down the stairs to his room. He'd slept in late and hadn't shown up for breakfast that morning when I came over. We opened the door and went down the stairs like it was any other morning, her voice calling his name to warn him of our approach, or perhaps to wake him up.
His basement room was dark, but then he'd never really made a practice of using the overhead light, he always told us the darkness was more soothing.
I remember her flipping on the light and everything around me seemed to flash. The image was burned in my mind, a sharp flash of light scarring my sight with something I never expected to see.
I remember her scream shattering the deadly silence around us, and the sound of her crumbling down the two remaining stairs to the floor. I remember the air disappearing from my throat as I stopped breathing and just starred.
I remember his body, swinging lightly back and forth, like the pendulum of a clock. It was like he left himself as a reminder, ticking away the time before we would join him.
I remember backing away and hitting the cold concrete wall behind me, her screams filling the air around me like water, threatening to drown me. I didn't scream, I didn't speak, knowing that if I tried I would never stop. I just stared, trying to process the image before me, I couldn't close my eyes and yet in the same morbid sense I didn't want to.
I remember the day he died every second of my life, it still haunts me.
And the worst part is...
He never told us why.
TBC...
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