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Saturday, March 16th
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The imp wakes me out of a light sleep, all but trying to burst out through my skin. Being half awake, it takes me a moment to put two and two together. Oh, I wasn't expecting Kent, but with the way she's reacting, he's about the house somewhere.
Drag myself out of bed and throw on my robe. Not up here, not in the bathroom or guest room. Must be the kitchen. He has been rather insistent that I keep eating. Getting down the stairs is a strain, and by the time I do, she is no longer thrashing about wildly. Now I am just annoyed, for if I woke up for nothing...
Well. Not for nothing. Obviously he was here. That has to be the biggest gift box I've ever seen. Wonder what he dropped off that needs a box that big? I lean over and pluck the card from the top.
"To Wanda: as requested. Item in condition in which it was found."
Requested? I don't think there was anything left that I asked f----
Realization hits me like a kick to the stomach. I don't want to move the lid, I don't, and oh god please let me be wrong! My hand reaches out, shaking wildly, and I just lift the lid a little, just to peek...
I keep the scream in, lock it in my throat. I will not scream, for if I do I won't stop. I drop to my knees, pain shooting through them as I connect with the tile, and through my center, for a contracton slams into me hard. No, not now, not today. Not today.
"Miss Wanda, what's wrong?" In my horror, I never heard Romana come in. "Go, run, get the doctor, then get the Sheriff. Get them here now." I hear myself say, but my voice sounds so far away. "Miss Wanda, whats in the---" "GO NOW!!!" I suppose the panic in my voice with the way I look must've been enough to get her moving.
Once alone again, I look back to the box, and move the lid away. Oh Derek, oh my sweet boy..." I sob, reaching in to touch his face, what's still not damaged. "I promise, I promise I will find who did this to you, and I'll make them pay for killing---"
His lidless eye swivels to look at me. My already overshocked mind registers he's not dead, he's still alive and how could anyone have lived through all---
The world decides, mercifully, to go black.
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