Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

9. That's Why they Call it the Blues

Mary's P.O.V.

After I had composed myself, I clambered off of my bed and instead knelt beside it. Kneeling against my bed I obsessively repeated the same prayer. Over and over.

Lord please watch over Walter.

Keep him safe wherever he is.

Help guide him and keep him out of trouble.

And please please if he hates me, please ask him to find some way to forgive me.

Tell him I hope I can see him again one day.

I kept my hands clasped in prayer the whole time, so tightly my knuckles turned white. My hands ached horribly. Sharp pain came in my knees before they went completely numb. Elbows sore and aching as the dips in my mattress deepened from leaning into it.

The prayer became more of a chant. Again, and again I repeated it. 

A throbbing pain in my head was what resurrected my consciousness the next morning. Aches throbbed across my entire body. A carpet thread tickled my lips.

Sluggishly I opened my eyes, the lids felt as if little bricks were on each of them. As I attempted to lift my head off the floor, I smacked it against my nightstand. A new more aggressive surge of pain swept through my head. A soft whimper escaped my lips. Scooting away from the nightstand so as to not hit my head again I sat up. 

I flexed my arms a few times. It took a while, but I finally felt limber enough to use a bit of strength and throw myself back into bed. I found myself grateful for the heavy lavender curtains blocking out any light from the outside. Even just sitting in my dim room hurt my eyes a bit.

Peeling back the comforter I burrowed under the covers, curled up, and tried to resume sleep.

The creak of floorboards announced the arrival of footsteps. Irene was probably pattering around the house somewhere. I elected to ignore it.

My cheeks felt sticky from dried tears. I ran my hands over my cheeks to dry to loosen my skin and wipe of the dried tears. I wouldn't mind staying under my comforter today. Doing absolutely nothing. Just wallowing.

The creak of a doorknob. No. Please be another room. Not mine. Please Lord not mine. 

The door swooped open. Damn it.

"Marya?" I heard Irene call out softly.

What on earth could she possibly want? I just got back from school. It was summer break. Nothing to do. No responsibility. Let me suffer woman!

I ignored her, curling tighter into the fetal position. If I closed my eyes tight enough and said the right words, could I wish her away?

"Marya." This time the call was sterner.

Nope. Leave. Please leave.

"I know you can hear me." She sighed.

Doesn't mean I'll emerge from my den of blankets and comfort. 

"We don't have time for this today." Irene hissed.

Time for what? I'll spend my time however I want! Lord knows I had enough of it to waste.

Her nudging stopped for a moment. Perhaps I was winning. Ah, no.

A chill rushed over me as Irene flung my comforter off of me. Without uncurling myself I reached out and grabbed the end of it. Pulling it back toward me.

Irene yanked it again. So, hard I was moved an inch from my position on the bed. Angry at being interrupted I leapt up onto my knees and made a grab once more for the comforter. Irene and I became locked in a tug of war for my sheets.