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she cries your name
Sunday, April 12th, 2015 12:51 amIt had been almost a week since the stones had been destroyed, and life in Darrow seemed to have returned to a period of relative normality. Maria had spent the evening doing housework, before getting comfy on the living room sofa, with the intention of reading the next chapter of her biology textbook... only to get distracted by The Sound of Music playing on TV.
'Oh, well. It won't be the first time I show up for biology on a Thursday without having done the reading.'
"So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodnight," she sang softly to herself as she turned off the television and headed toward her bedroom, almost tripping over her guitar on the way. She was almost at the door when she stopped. Through the beaded curtain hanging in the doorway, she could see a guitar on her bed. She looked behind her... there was her guitar, the one she had bought at On the Downbeat last December, lying on the floor. Her head whipped back around. The mystery guitar was still there. It hadn't been there a few hours ago.
Slowly, her heart racing, Maria drew back the curtain and made her way over to the bed. She was still a few feet away when she recognised it, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she gasped.
It was Alex's acoustic six-string. The one his parents had given her after his funeral.
Maria had heard stories about things from 'home' finding their way to Darrow - it was how Ree had ended up with her shotgun - but nothing could have prepared Maria for this. Part of her felt angry that the guitar had been 'touched' by whatever power controlled what came and went from the city, but part of her was grateful beyond words to have it with her again.
It made sense, a cruel sense, and whoever or whatever had done this must have known. Maria knew what the date was, she had been aware of it all day long. April 29th, 2001, at approximately 10pm. That was when Alex had died. For Maria, it hadn't even been a whole year since that night.
She ran her fingers gently along the wooden body, checking if it was real, before lifting it up and cradling it in her arms, almost as if it were Alex himself. She cried quietly for a while, never loosening her grip on the instrument, until she reached a point where the tears stopped, at least for a while, long enough for her to be able to take her phone out of her pocket and call the one person in Darrow she felt she could talk to about this.
"Ree? Are you home?"
'Oh, well. It won't be the first time I show up for biology on a Thursday without having done the reading.'
"So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodnight," she sang softly to herself as she turned off the television and headed toward her bedroom, almost tripping over her guitar on the way. She was almost at the door when she stopped. Through the beaded curtain hanging in the doorway, she could see a guitar on her bed. She looked behind her... there was her guitar, the one she had bought at On the Downbeat last December, lying on the floor. Her head whipped back around. The mystery guitar was still there. It hadn't been there a few hours ago.
Slowly, her heart racing, Maria drew back the curtain and made her way over to the bed. She was still a few feet away when she recognised it, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she gasped.
It was Alex's acoustic six-string. The one his parents had given her after his funeral.
Maria had heard stories about things from 'home' finding their way to Darrow - it was how Ree had ended up with her shotgun - but nothing could have prepared Maria for this. Part of her felt angry that the guitar had been 'touched' by whatever power controlled what came and went from the city, but part of her was grateful beyond words to have it with her again.
It made sense, a cruel sense, and whoever or whatever had done this must have known. Maria knew what the date was, she had been aware of it all day long. April 29th, 2001, at approximately 10pm. That was when Alex had died. For Maria, it hadn't even been a whole year since that night.
She ran her fingers gently along the wooden body, checking if it was real, before lifting it up and cradling it in her arms, almost as if it were Alex himself. She cried quietly for a while, never loosening her grip on the instrument, until she reached a point where the tears stopped, at least for a while, long enough for her to be able to take her phone out of her pocket and call the one person in Darrow she felt she could talk to about this.
"Ree? Are you home?"
