bottom of the ocean (matt)

((I'mma say this is a few days after they were back from Italy.))


It was during 2nd hour that she'd gotten the call. But being in the middle of her Economics class, she had to wait til after class to check her voicemail. The second the bell had rung, she'd walked out into the hall right away and pulled out her cell. She listened to the voice mail several times before it sunk in. "Oh my god." She whispered, shaking her head. Of course they wouldn't just tell you over the phone. No, you had to go to the clinic and get the results. With a sigh, she shook her head. "No. I'm not going." she whispered. For some reason, she just thought it was better to not know. She was probably just scared, though.

Putting her cell in her back pocket, she went to her next class. But she couldn't get that voice message out of her mind. During the rest of the day, she was quiet and distant, more than ever. Megan just wasn't sure what to do. During lunch, Megan walked into the cafeteria. But she didn't even get anything to eat. She couldn't even be around all those people. So she left, and went up to the roof, wanting to be alone to think.

During her next two classes (which she'd had with her brother) she stayed in the far back of her 4th hour, quiet. And during PE? Well, she usually always participated, but not today. And when the teacher asked her, kindly, why she wasn't participating, Megan snapped at him to leave her the fuck alone, knocked over the racket thing full of balls, and left the gym. Even if she was friends with Willow, that just wasn't her. Megan loved PE class. She loved to participate.

After the bell rang, ending her 6th hour class, Megan roamed the halls, in a sort of daze, only to end up in the chorus room. Which really isn't to surprising. Music was her life. It was the one thing to make her feel a little better. And right now? She felt like she needed it. Her life was a mess. She was friends with the worst girl in school. She had a boyfriend who seemed so sweet (but even she had a bad feeling about Jack). Of course, she just chose to ignore it. Afterall, it was nice to feel wanted for a change. There was Shayne. He was Matt's best friend, but Megan couldn't help but feel a bit attracted to him. Why was that? Maybe because he just seemed so sweet. Matt? Matt was her older brother, her best friend. She'd always looked up to him. Alway! Sure, the night they'd flown to Italy, the two talked and tried to get feelings out, but Megan couldn't help but think that he still hated her so much. And she didn't blame him. She shook her head. "Maybe it would be best for everyone if I did have Hepatitis." she whispered to herself, tears beginning to fall down her face.

Then there was Jonathon. As if being hurt as a child wasn't bad enough. Now, her and her siblings were suffering it. She shook her head. Maybe it was her own fault that this was happening. As she wipped her eyes, Megan sat down at the piano, she hit a few keys and started singing....

"Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face say these promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them"

"Because I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well, content loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no
I don't need them"

Megan felt tears beginning to fall down her face again, and as she continued to sing, it took all her strength to force her voice to not crack.

"I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable"

"Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this"

Megan sniffed, as she tried to blink back tears, but they only fell faster, starting to blur her vision.

"Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, I'm leaving
You better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
And kiss me now
And catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this"

As the music became softer and softer, Megan stopped playing it altogether. She brought her knees up to her chest, setting her feet on the piano bench. She shook her head, crying even more now. This just couldn't be happening to her. It was all just to much. And she would never admit how truly unhappy the young girl was lately.