A girl, A boy, and a graveyard

Mess

Lucy POV
1594 Words

As I was on the phone, watching the glow from the fire in the bedroom, my survival instincts kicked in. Followed by the years of experience being an Agent. I thought about what could be making William so angry, and where was his source? He didn't like Walter, I could hear William's ghostly voice in my mind, 'Because Walter is weak, Walter is naive about the pain death caused me. And his father is a useless man.'  He didn't like Walter or his father. So there were two outcomes, the source is in the parents room, or the source is in Walters room.

I went for the latter, as typically when a source is present in the room, the room is cold, there's far more psychic energy, but there was none of that in the Websters room. As for Walters room.. well I better check. I ran upstairs to the door to Walters room.

Just as I expected, the room was freezing cold, I shivered. Next door I could hear Lockwood and George yelling, their voices muffled. I wracked my brain, Walter and his father couldn't be the only reasons he came back, it made sense but he was smarter than that, there was something more. I opened drawers, some were filled with Walters clothes, others filled with toys, pens and paper.

I rummaged around till my hand grasped the handle for the bottom drawer, it was colder than the rest. I smiled and pulled the drawer open, I searched. This drawer was filled with all-sorts, but my hand brushed something freezing. It was a cylinder bottle, I brought it out from under a stack of papers. It was a medicine bottle. I frowned, I squeezed it in my hand. Voices flooded the room.

'Four a day, okay? I'm upping the dosage.'
'Are you sure he needs a stronger dosage?'
'Well look what happened to his poor mother, and now she's feeling as fine as a fiddle.' The doctor smiled and held Miss Webster's shoulder. 'It'll be fine Claudia.'

The room shifted, I was in a different room, the room I was in was a babies room. A crib below the windowsill, book shelves lined with kids stories. William stood over Walter, Walter was just a baby. William reached his hand in the crib, dangling a toy above Walter. Walter smiled and reached for it, William pulled it back. Tears sprung to Walters eyes, he began to cry. Mr Webster burst in, he was angry, his face red, he pointed a finger at William, screaming.

William threw the toy at the wall, marking the blue walls with a grey dent. He ran out of the room.

The room shifted once again I was stood in the office, or what was now the office. Before it had been Williams room, the spare room. The doctors stood there, he was also angry.
'You need to take these pills, William!'
'I am!' Tears ran down Williams cheeks.
'Stop lying to me, young man! Do you want to die mh?'
'No!'
'Exactly, so take the fucking pills!' The doctor threw the pill bottle at the boy. It hit him on the head, the pills flew everywhere, scattering round the floor.

'And, clean this mess up.' The doctor turned and left. William picked up the bottle, cradling the orange bottle in his hands.

The energy faded, I opened my eyes and stared down at the now empty orange bottle in my hands. The doctor, it was the doctors fault. A burst of heat came crashing down near me, the fire raged on in the other room.
"Fuck, Lockwood I don't know what to do!" I heard George cry. I gripped the bottle in my hand and leaped up from the floor. I took out the iron net that hung on my belt, and wrapped it round the bottle. I ran to the other room next door. An angry fire engulfed half the room.