Till Death Do Us Part
See You In My Dreams...
*Meg’s POV*
I am sitting on top of a hill under a tree that is slowly losing its leaves.
The leaves are black and are falling around my feet.
I look down and see that I’m wearing a white dress. It’s all layered at the bottom and drags on the floor a bit.
I haven’t got a clue what’s going on or where I am, but I stay anyway.
I have this really strange feeling that I need to wait for someone.
So I wait.
A bit longer.
A bit longer after that.
‘It’s no use,’ I think to myself. ‘I don’t even know who I’m waiting for.’
So I get up (which is pretty hard seeing as how long this dress I’m wearing is) and begin to turn around...
“Meg...”
It’s only word and it’s whispered really quietly, but I know straight away who it is.
I turn around to where the voice came from...
“Gerard?...” I say.
It’s him, he’s standing right in front of me, exactly the way I remember him.
He smiles at me, but doesn’t say hello or gives me a hug.
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“G, what’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
What’s he going on about?
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“Honestly Gerard, what are you on?” I say jokingly. This is supposed to be some kind of romantic reunion and instead of grabbing me and kissing me he’s rambling on like a lunatic...
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
He’s still smiling at me but saying this stuff at the same time.
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
Then he begins to walk off back down the hill, repeating that same sentence over and over again.
Then he’s gone, I can’t see him anymore.
I begin to cry.
“Gerard! Don’t leave me again! What are you talking about?!” I yell, sobbing my heart out.
My tears are black, just like the leaves.
But even though I can’t see him I can hear his voice, repeating the same sentence like a spell.
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
*Narrator*
Meg woke up with a start.
She was shaking, crying and was struggling to get her breath back.
She wasn’t on top of a hill; she was lying in her bed.
She wasn’t wearing a long white dress; she was wearing her PJ’s.
She didn’t have black tears; she was sobbing normal tears.
And worst of all Gerard was no where to be seen....
Only one thing was the same as her dream.
Her pitch black bedroom was silent apart from the voice saying:
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
Meg lay for a while, wondering what on earth the dream was about.
It felt so real as if she actually was talking to Gerard...
Then she felt something under her back, as if she was lying on something.
She pulled a piece of paper from underneath her.
‘What’s this?’ She thought to herself.
She unfolded it to see that it read:
IT WASN’T BOB.
GET HIM OUT.
IT WASN’T HIM.
HE’S INNOCENT.
The strangest thought popped into Meg’s head.
Had Gerard sent that letter?
No, it couldn’t be him. He was dead.
Or had he?
I am sitting on top of a hill under a tree that is slowly losing its leaves.
The leaves are black and are falling around my feet.
I look down and see that I’m wearing a white dress. It’s all layered at the bottom and drags on the floor a bit.
I haven’t got a clue what’s going on or where I am, but I stay anyway.
I have this really strange feeling that I need to wait for someone.
So I wait.
A bit longer.
A bit longer after that.
‘It’s no use,’ I think to myself. ‘I don’t even know who I’m waiting for.’
So I get up (which is pretty hard seeing as how long this dress I’m wearing is) and begin to turn around...
“Meg...”
It’s only word and it’s whispered really quietly, but I know straight away who it is.
I turn around to where the voice came from...
“Gerard?...” I say.
It’s him, he’s standing right in front of me, exactly the way I remember him.
He smiles at me, but doesn’t say hello or gives me a hug.
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“G, what’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
What’s he going on about?
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“Honestly Gerard, what are you on?” I say jokingly. This is supposed to be some kind of romantic reunion and instead of grabbing me and kissing me he’s rambling on like a lunatic...
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
He’s still smiling at me but saying this stuff at the same time.
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
Then he begins to walk off back down the hill, repeating that same sentence over and over again.
Then he’s gone, I can’t see him anymore.
I begin to cry.
“Gerard! Don’t leave me again! What are you talking about?!” I yell, sobbing my heart out.
My tears are black, just like the leaves.
But even though I can’t see him I can hear his voice, repeating the same sentence like a spell.
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
*Narrator*
Meg woke up with a start.
She was shaking, crying and was struggling to get her breath back.
She wasn’t on top of a hill; she was lying in her bed.
She wasn’t wearing a long white dress; she was wearing her PJ’s.
She didn’t have black tears; she was sobbing normal tears.
And worst of all Gerard was no where to be seen....
Only one thing was the same as her dream.
Her pitch black bedroom was silent apart from the voice saying:
“It wasn’t him. He’s innocent.”
Meg lay for a while, wondering what on earth the dream was about.
It felt so real as if she actually was talking to Gerard...
Then she felt something under her back, as if she was lying on something.
She pulled a piece of paper from underneath her.
‘What’s this?’ She thought to herself.
She unfolded it to see that it read:
IT WASN’T BOB.
GET HIM OUT.
IT WASN’T HIM.
HE’S INNOCENT.
The strangest thought popped into Meg’s head.
Had Gerard sent that letter?
No, it couldn’t be him. He was dead.
Or had he?