Jeremy-Part 6

I lie in bed, as I have for the past two days. Ever since the news arrived. Sleep brings nothing but nightmares, and reality offers no refuge.

I lie in bed, semi-concious. Trying to stop my frantic mind.
'This cant be happening', I think. I physically cringe with every new thought. The emotions hit me in relentless waves; striking my raw, broken body.

'It's my fault, it's all my fault. If I had never left I could have been there, to be his emotional anchor.'
Wave after wave after wave. I float on a discoloured sea of emotions.

Guilt, anger, pity, sorrow. I'm a person, floating from the sunken wreck of the Titanic. The fine wine has spilled.

I'm sinking, sinking into the discoloured water. I'm slipping out of consciousness, about to take my first breath of the toxic liquid, when I feel a strong pair of hands grip my arms and pull me. Jeremy lifts my head above the waves. Pulls me onto a raft. Anchors me into reality.

I bury my face in his shoulder, and cry.

We board a plane, but this journey is passed in silence. A few times Jeremy touches my cheek, but I push him away.

We land at the airport and make our way through the bustling crowd, and I'm thankful for Jeremy's presence, of I may well collapse.

After what seems like an eternity, we reach the house, the lighthouse. I've lived in this house my whole life. I've always lived in the top room, I love seeing out the glass I'm surrounded by.

I walk up the steep flight of stairs towards my room. Where I find my mother and father. Just sitting, a neutral look on their faces.

I walk curtly round the room, until I come to a hole. A jagged hole, big enough for a small boy to fall out of.

"We couldn't stop him", My Mothers voice seems cold and depressed,"He was frantic, he tried to find you, he had know idea where you had gone. He looked everywhere, until he finally came to your room." her voice clots with sorrow."He went mad, he jumped through the glass. In the hope you would catch him."

I try to listen to my Mothers words, but they seem so accusing, they all seem to whisper at me-'It's all your fault. All your fault'

I watch the vicar for the second time in under a month.
"We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of the late Daniel Horizon. Daniel was a fine young man, and it is with regret I must announce his death. We can only hope the Lord has a greater calling for him in heaven."

The words were false from the mans mouth. He calls him Daniel. No one calls him that. He doesn't know Danny. Why should he?

Jeremy squeezes my hand. I look up at him. He gives me a quick, sad smile. But I can't bring myself to smile back.

We leave the graveyard in silence, we don't have the energy to comfort each other. A dark cloud has descended over us all, leaving us weak and powerless.

Jeremy and I trudge slowly to the taxi, and we drive away, without even a word of goodbye.