Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

6. What will be, will be

(Okay guys, bear with me here. Technically it's late May 1956 in my story right now. And apparently the song above was written in 1955 but Doris Day made it popular in "The Man who knew too much" which came out June 1, 1956. It's a little unclear to me if the public knew the song before the movie. But even if they did it wasn't a 'hit' until the movie. However, I really want to use this song. So, technically movie doesn't exist for another couple weeks in my AU. But let's just pretend it does.)

Mary's P.O.V.

Focusing on anything except what Walter had told me today had been difficult. Even in the crowded pandemonium of the mess hall on the last night at school. I felt the rage bubbling inside me.

Maybe I had said the wrong things to Walter. But I couldn't find it in myself to feel remorse. I knew someone or something had hurt him. Hurt him very bad. I knew from the moment I met him. To find out it was his own mother! That had been too much. How could she?

The person meant to shield him from the world. Cradle him. Kiss his wounds when he got hurt. Provide for him. Yet she had hurt him. She was the thing he needed to be protected from.

Screw her. I'd take on that job now. I'd protect him. I'd love him as much as I possibly could. Try to undo the damage she had done to him.

Out of solidarity for Walter I decided I would wait to eat with him. Eating in front of other people made him uncomfortable. Knowing what I knew now I was willing to bet his mother probably tried to starve him. Or made him ask permission to eat. Or forbid him from eating. The thought made my blood boil. I tried not to focus on that.

Instead, I tried to focus on my plan for the evening. I was going to steal a nice feast for Walter and me from the kitchen. What difference did a few more weeks of detention make? Yes, my last stint on Friday had earned me detention for the whole of September for next year. Though I didn't mind all that much. I was used to it. And Walter would be there. Like he always had been. To keep me company. Distract me from the typically gross jobs I had been given.

As dinner ended, I followed the heard out. I decided I go back outside and watch the stars for a little before going into the kitchen.

It was late spring by now. The earth was warming up from the winter. Though the nights were still sometimes chilly. I laid down in the field staring up at the stars. Like usual wishing I'd known more constellations. I always asked Walter to point them out to me. You'd think I'd remember by now. But I usually got distracted by him. His now slightly gruff voice. Just the vast knowledge of everything he had. As beautiful as the sky was, he was much more interesting.

Tonight, Walter's absence had given me more room for focus. Time to truly appreciate the sky. I liked to imagine that the stars danced up there. I wondered what music they would dance to if they actually did.

Before the chill of the night could become too much I went back to the school.

I snuck back to the kitchens without much trouble. I perused the shelves and the fridge. Finding some pasta and meat balls. I cooked it up in some sauce and stole bread as well.

When I finished, I checked the clock. 9:45. Perfect. I had plenty of time before I met Walter.

Thinking of one last thing I stole some very enticing chocolate cake.

I organized everything nicely on a tray with some water and silverware. Then I headed off for the abandoned psych ward. I worried about getting there with such a large tray.

But my worries proved just to be precaution. Everyone was outside for fireworks of some kind. Thank you, Charlton home.

Arriving in the psych ward I found Walter was not there. That was okay. I still had some preparations to do. I set the tray on one of the beds and went around lighting some candles.