Memories are just where you laid them
Dragging the waters til the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Don't you remember anything I said when I said,
Don't fall away and leave me to myself
Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands
Love lies bleeding
?Hemorrhage (In My Hands)? - Fuel
She stood in front of an abandoned horse farm, somewhere in the western mountains of Tucson, Arizona. It was hot, blisteringly hot. The sun pounded fiercely down on the burnt, brown grass and the parched bushy chaparral trees. The air was still; there was absolutely no breeze to lessen the heat. The sky above was the same unreal blue that she remembered. No clouds scudded across the vault of the heavens, nothing offered sanctuary from the merciless desert summer.
There was a sound from behind her and she whirled around, finding as she did so that the scene changed. Suddenly she was in Janet's brownstone in Brooklyn, standing in the middle of the meticulously kept kitchen. The white-washed pine cabinets gleamed in the sterile overhead fluorescent lights. Janet, a pretty, 40-something woman, was seated at the kitchen table, the remains of a sandwich on a plate in front of her. Next to the plate was an ashtray, the clear glass surface marred by at least an entire pack's worth of butts and ash.
Riley was confused. Janet didn't smoke, had in fact been allergic to the noxious substances. ?A lot of things changed when you gave up on us, Riley,? Janet said just as pleasantly as if the two women had been discussing the weather. ?John died because you gave up on the world. Rhys died because you gave up on the world.? Janet stood, shoving the chair out behind her angrily and moved towards her. She was scared suddenly; despite being who and what she was, she was frightened of this woman.
?Do you think you're the only one who has ever lost something?? Janet was screaming at her now, and though the woman was at least a half a foot shorter than Riley, her nose was mere inches from Riley's. ?Do you think you're the only person on Earth who has lost someone she loved? When are you going to stop being so selfish? When are you going to come back and finish what you started? Heaven was counting on you to protect us! And you checked out, ran away with your tail between your legs, abandoned us to Hell on Earth.?
Riley shook her head, denying the woman's words. She tried to answer to the charges but found her mouth wouldn't function. She couldn't part her lips to speak. Her mouth was empty ? she had no tongue, no teeth. She didn't even have breath in her lungs. She just shook her head back and forth, trying to give voice to the words that screamed out in her head. She didn't run away, she hadn't left people to deal with whatever Hell had planned. She couldn't do anything ? Rhys was gone, John was dead. What could she do? She was helpless and alone.
She closed her eyes and suddenly Janet's voice stopped. The air was hot again, pressing down on her, forcing her to her knees. She was back in the desert. There was the scent of bright, coppery blood on the wind. Riley opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. They were clutched over her stomach and there was blood pouring forth from her body. It was a never-ending waterfall, a cascade of crimson. She knew that if she couldn't stop the bleeding she would die.
?You could have saved Patrick,? Rhys's voice said softly. Riley looked up and saw Rhys standing above her, the sun behind his head giving him a halo. His beautiful green eyes were so angry. ?If you weren't so f*cking selfish, if you weren't so f*cking afraid of everything, we'd be married now. Paddy would be a year old. I'd have my humanity and Hell would be defeated.? He reached out lightning-quick and slapped her, sending her head whiplashing to the side with vicious force. ?You f*cked it all up, Riley. Just like you've f*cked everything up. It should have been you that died, not Patrick. Not John. Not me. You, Riley.?
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Riley catapulted from the dream, sitting straight up in bed. She couldn't breathe past the scream that was caught in her throat. She hurtled from the bed, racing to the bathroom and skidding to a halt in front of the toilet. She vomited, over and over, until there was nothing but dry-heaves, painfully wracking her body. Finally, they subsided and she collapsed to the floor, pressing her cheek against the cool tiles. She curled up into a ball and wept ? wept for her lost brother and his mother's pain, wept for her lost child and her lost love, wept for the lost battle with Hell. But mostly, she wept for herself.
Dragging the waters til the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Don't you remember anything I said when I said,
Don't fall away and leave me to myself
Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands
Love lies bleeding
?Hemorrhage (In My Hands)? - Fuel
She stood in front of an abandoned horse farm, somewhere in the western mountains of Tucson, Arizona. It was hot, blisteringly hot. The sun pounded fiercely down on the burnt, brown grass and the parched bushy chaparral trees. The air was still; there was absolutely no breeze to lessen the heat. The sky above was the same unreal blue that she remembered. No clouds scudded across the vault of the heavens, nothing offered sanctuary from the merciless desert summer.
There was a sound from behind her and she whirled around, finding as she did so that the scene changed. Suddenly she was in Janet's brownstone in Brooklyn, standing in the middle of the meticulously kept kitchen. The white-washed pine cabinets gleamed in the sterile overhead fluorescent lights. Janet, a pretty, 40-something woman, was seated at the kitchen table, the remains of a sandwich on a plate in front of her. Next to the plate was an ashtray, the clear glass surface marred by at least an entire pack's worth of butts and ash.
Riley was confused. Janet didn't smoke, had in fact been allergic to the noxious substances. ?A lot of things changed when you gave up on us, Riley,? Janet said just as pleasantly as if the two women had been discussing the weather. ?John died because you gave up on the world. Rhys died because you gave up on the world.? Janet stood, shoving the chair out behind her angrily and moved towards her. She was scared suddenly; despite being who and what she was, she was frightened of this woman.
?Do you think you're the only one who has ever lost something?? Janet was screaming at her now, and though the woman was at least a half a foot shorter than Riley, her nose was mere inches from Riley's. ?Do you think you're the only person on Earth who has lost someone she loved? When are you going to stop being so selfish? When are you going to come back and finish what you started? Heaven was counting on you to protect us! And you checked out, ran away with your tail between your legs, abandoned us to Hell on Earth.?
Riley shook her head, denying the woman's words. She tried to answer to the charges but found her mouth wouldn't function. She couldn't part her lips to speak. Her mouth was empty ? she had no tongue, no teeth. She didn't even have breath in her lungs. She just shook her head back and forth, trying to give voice to the words that screamed out in her head. She didn't run away, she hadn't left people to deal with whatever Hell had planned. She couldn't do anything ? Rhys was gone, John was dead. What could she do? She was helpless and alone.
She closed her eyes and suddenly Janet's voice stopped. The air was hot again, pressing down on her, forcing her to her knees. She was back in the desert. There was the scent of bright, coppery blood on the wind. Riley opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. They were clutched over her stomach and there was blood pouring forth from her body. It was a never-ending waterfall, a cascade of crimson. She knew that if she couldn't stop the bleeding she would die.
?You could have saved Patrick,? Rhys's voice said softly. Riley looked up and saw Rhys standing above her, the sun behind his head giving him a halo. His beautiful green eyes were so angry. ?If you weren't so f*cking selfish, if you weren't so f*cking afraid of everything, we'd be married now. Paddy would be a year old. I'd have my humanity and Hell would be defeated.? He reached out lightning-quick and slapped her, sending her head whiplashing to the side with vicious force. ?You f*cked it all up, Riley. Just like you've f*cked everything up. It should have been you that died, not Patrick. Not John. Not me. You, Riley.?
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Riley catapulted from the dream, sitting straight up in bed. She couldn't breathe past the scream that was caught in her throat. She hurtled from the bed, racing to the bathroom and skidding to a halt in front of the toilet. She vomited, over and over, until there was nothing but dry-heaves, painfully wracking her body. Finally, they subsided and she collapsed to the floor, pressing her cheek against the cool tiles. She curled up into a ball and wept ? wept for her lost brother and his mother's pain, wept for her lost child and her lost love, wept for the lost battle with Hell. But mostly, she wept for herself.