Me: Ah geez; I want to have 50 chapters but in my very loose outline plan I can't remember what I had planned for chapter 44
My brain: Hear me out: What if we write a mostly filler chapter with a similar concept as Part 2 and 3 and follow Lorelai interacting with living and dying people
Me: Brilliant idea!
My writing gremlin that eats socks and produces banger lines and plot ideas at 3 AM: What if I made it even sadder than chapter 2?
Me: Ah! Who let you out again?!
Lorelai watched from across the busy street; Jenny sat in her wheelchair unmoved by the slushy rain pouring into her lap while she waited her father to return with the laptop she'd forgotten.
Lorelai crossed the street, transforming her scythe into an umbrella, her cloak into a coat.
"Hello Jenny," she says when she approaches.
"You again; what are you doing here?"
"This is a hospital; a place that people come to die. It is my home dear," Jenny is silent; staring across the street into the darkness of downtown.
"I am sorry about your father's prognosis,"
"Don't be. We don't need your pity; I don't need anything from you unless you can get that cancer to go into remission,"
"I can't; I'm sorry," to an out looker the water on Jenny's face would appear to be rain but Lorelai knew it to be tears.
"Are you just here for a chat or have you come to take my dad?"
"No, not your father; he still has eight months,"
"The doctor said six,"
"Your father is stronger than the doctor understands him to be. And so are you: you will survive this, you will survive anything that the world throws at you,"
"I don't want to,"
"I know darling,"
An ambulance with its flashing lights and siren drives past them in a rush to a mass shooting that has already taken two lives and will take three more before the night is finished.
"You were right about Danny; I get out of the hospital and he can't even show up,"
"Perhaps,"
"I mean I might've taken what you said to heart and been a bit distant with him but he promised that he'd be here when I got out and he'd bring me takeout from our spot and instead I'm just here; sitting in the rain with only the fucking Grim Reaper for company," the girl rants, throwing her hands into the air in frustration. Lorelai is silent.
"I shouldn't have told you; you would have been able to spend the last few weeks of your time together in peace,"
"What does that-"
"Jenny! What are you doing in the rain?" a voice calls as the speaker jogs down wet pavement.
"Danny?" Jenny turns to see her boyfriend, arms laden with takeout bags, face alight with excitement at the sight of the love of his life.
"You really came?" she whispers as a car comes speeding round a corner, striking the man dressed in dark clothing who did not check before stepping into traffic.
Danny goes flying.
He used to try and do that when they were young; push off the swings and go as far as he can to the point of falling down. But he'd always get up laughing talking about airtime and the thrill.
The car tries to break but slips on the icy roads. It runs over Danny and ends up spinning and crashing into a lamp post.
Danny doesn't get back up.
He's supposed to get back up.
"Danny?" Jenny whispers. He doesn't move, she can't tell if he's breathing from here.
She pushes forward, falling out of her wheelchair but she doesn't care. She army crawls across sleety road.
"Danny?!" she asks desperately as her ice stung hands shake as they clutch his face. He's breathing but it's gurgled; there's blood in his mouth. He turns to look at Lorelai who's returned her scythe and cloak to their true forms. He glances at her once before returning his glaze eyed focus to Jenny.
"Sorry I was late there-" he coughs bloodily. "There was a problem with the subway," He loses consciousness.
"Danny! Danny no, please don't, don't leave me-" Jenny sobs. "Don't leave me alone."
Danny is struggling to breathe. His lung has collapsed and one of his shattered ribs punctured his heart.
The hospital doors open and Jenny's father emerges.
Danny's ready to go; Jenny isn't alone anymore.
He takes one last tortured breath before Lorelai takes it all away.
He gets back up, Lorelai places a hand on his shoulder.
"Jenny, what's- what the- I NEED A DOCTOR; THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT!"
They watch Jenny's father race back inside; calling for a doctor.
They watch them strap his corpse to a gurney and rush it inside while applying chest compressions and calling commands that Danny only partly recognizes from his and Jenny's binge nights of medical dramas.
They watch them bring in the unconscious man from the car and his labouring wife; taking her up for an emergency c-section.
They do not follow; the three of them will live.
Instead they watch Jenny's father weakly try and pull Jenny out of the street, checking her over for non-existent injuries before resolving that he isn't strong enough and letting two good Samaritans help her to her feet and into the chair.
They stay with Jenny and her father in that hospital they were meant to leave that evening.
They watch Jenny recount her story three times while she stares vacantly at the two of them standing in the corner.
They watch as a doctor walks in offering condolences, saying that they stopped chest compressions after forty four minutes and Daniel Whitehorse was declared dead at seven fifty-seven PM.
They watch the doctor nod to Lorelai before departing the room. She nods back; he tried his best and it wasn't his fault.
They watch Jenny's father hold her tightly while Jenny stares numbly at Lorelai.
They watch her finally close her eyes and cry herself to sleep at four seventeen AM.
It is then that they depart for the underworld; forcing Danny to break Jenny's heart despite loving her with all that he has.
I was gonna write more plot stuff at the end of this but I don't feel like doing that right now so I'm just gonna do that in the next chapter.
Enjoy a nice little break while I figure out how I finish this thing.
I've been pretty melancholic since I heard about Camp Mystic since it reminded me of my own summer camp (which I go to next week) so I've been writing some sad stuff. Don't know how to process my emotions so I just write them down and bully fictional people. Writing gremlin's been working overtime.
I got a 92 in English this year, so go me I guess.
Drink water, stay safe and have a good day/night.
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Breath taker
FanfictionA Jack Frost x OC story Lorelai Azrael, known by all as the Grim Reaper is the spirit of death. She carries the suffering to a place of joy and pleasure. But since humans are selfish and hate to be left alone, they curse her name. Even the other spi...
