“I met Kelsey in the hospital” Jeremy started his story. “I was looking for some meds, because seeing dead people kind of keeps you up at night. She busted me, lectured me” he smirked at Kelsey who remained invisible to her mother. “but helped me out anyway. The second time I saw her was also the last time. She came knocking at my door, asking me to keep an eye on Amber, who was dying. Kelsey had bitten her during a full moon and she wanted to find the cure. I told her she needed Klaus’s blood and she left to get it. She came back without it. I didn’t think Klaus would give her the cure, but I was surprised he let her live. She asked me to give her some time with Amber and I left them alone. That’s all I can tell you. The rest you’ll need to hear from themselves”
“How can I when I can’t see them?” Rachel exclaimed frustrated.
“You’re not opening yourself up to it” Jeremy reproached. He walked towards Rachel and stood next to her. He pointed at something ahead of him. “Your daughters are right there”
He took Rachel’s hand and led her to the Lindy sisters. Kelsey reached out her hand and touched her mother’s. Rachel gasped as Kelsey and Amber appeared.
“Hi, mom” Kelsey said breathless.
“How can I when I can’t see them?” Rachel exclaimed frustrated.
“You’re not opening yourself up to it” Jeremy reproached. He walked towards Rachel and stood next to her. He pointed at something ahead of him. “Your daughters are right there”
He took Rachel’s hand and led her to the Lindy sisters. Kelsey reached out her hand and touched her mother’s. Rachel gasped as Kelsey and Amber appeared.
“Hi, mom” Kelsey said breathless.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got home from his work. He hung his coat on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, writing something.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a second later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a second later she heard a snap.
