Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)

Wake Up And Smell The Coffee

**Not Proofread**  Dedication for being themostamazinglyawesomestcoolpersonever :D x

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Soft melodic drumming awakens me from my sleep. ‘You won’t find fai-’ Was that Science & Faith? I lift my eyelids open slightly; a tall silhouette is retreating from the grave, phone in hand. My eyes finally give way and close up again, exhaustion taking over my body. Instantly, I fall back to sleep, dreaming of the silhouette and who may lie behind the mask.

I wake once more to the smell of coffee. Why can I smell coffee? I open my eyes, wincing at the brightness of the blue sky above me. Shifting so that I am sat upright I am greeted by a large cup of coffee, a latte, judging by the appearance. Sat beside the steaming take away cup, lies a sausage roll and a jumbo mars bar. Whoever this was knows me well, almost better than I know myself. Also sat on the ground next to me is the vase, with a total of four roses: one white, three red. Was it the flower-bearer who brought me the food? Why didn’t I wake up? I need answers, but first I need to eat.

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Pacing around and walking around in circles is going to do nothing for my growing headache, but I cannot concentrate, my phone is dead and I have no way of contacting Jenny or the others to at least let them know that I’m okay. I never just stay away from home without telling them anything; they must be tearing their hair out. There’s nothing I can do. I am not leaving Danielle’s side until I find out who the mystery figure was.

‘Morning Baby, I didn’t want to wake you.’ This may sound weird, me talking to my dead daughter as if she were still alive, but that is all that keeps me from joining her-that and my music. ‘Danielle, who is it darling? Do you know them? Do they do this every year? Can you tell me? Please baby?’ Silence surrounds me as my questions are left unanswered. I don’t now what I was expecting: maybe a flash of light, a tiny ghostly child, anything. But still nothing happens. My shoulders drop as I let out an over exaggerated sigh. ‘Life eh,’ I say as I take my seat once again. ‘Why is it so complicated? I bet it wouldn’t have been so complicated if I did what I should have done, those many years ago. If only I had followed my heart and not my head. Unfortunately, when you love someone so much, you have to let them free. And that is what I had to do, I had to ignore my heart, my own feelings, and do the best for the other person, no matter how much it hurt. I wish I at least had my guitar or something. It is a really grey and gloomy day, a little music would definitely cheer me up!

‘Danielle sweetheart?’ I begin; there is no point in waiting for an answer. ‘Mummy is going to go back home for a bit. We don’t want her smelling all horrible now, do we?’ A smile graces my face, although not quite reaching my eyes. ‘I promise that I will be back soon, okay?’ A ray of sunshine peaks through the clouds, just as I say the last bit. I’ll take that as an okay. As I stand and begin to walk off, I whisper something quietly to the cold air around me. ‘I love you sweetheart and I will never leave you alone for a long time again, I promise.’ A single tear rolls down my face as I approach the gate to leave the graveyard. I never was afraid of graveyards; they hold so much love and memories that it is hard to be scared. At least that was always my reasoning.

The crisp, cold, morning air is comforting on my face. For a city, London is looking very peaceful today; usually there is always something going on, but today seems overly quiet. Something is strange.

Big Ben strikes ten, haha that rhymes. It is ten o’clock, so the house should be empty at this time on a Monday morning. Phew! I can’t face the wrath of my feisty friends, not yet anyway.

As I stumble up the stairs to our front door, I pull out my front door key and walk in quietly, just in case anyone is around. I go into the kitchen, first making myself a lovely cup of sweet tea. How I managed without it for days I have no idea. Shuffling along the tiled floor to the stairway, I begin to make my way up the stairs, heading towards the bathroom.

After showering and getting dressed I make my way downstairs to the now boiled kettle, my chestnut coloured Gibson in hand. I place my guitar leaning against the side of the fridge before making myself that long awaited cup of tea. Careful not to waste any of the warm, welcoming liquid, I raise the cup to my lips, taking in the warm and sweet taste. Tea solves all problems. Tea is omni-powerful! I pour myself another tea, this time in a flask, to take back with me. My phone is no longer dead; I did digital CPR and ‘BAM’ it’s alive. (It may have involved defibrillation using a charger.)

I grab hold of my guitar in one hand and my flask of tea in the other; two things that I cannot possibly live without. I quickly scribble down a note for the others before sticking it to the fridge and leaving again. ~ Hi guys, sorry I just left without saying anything. I’m ok, so no need to worry. I will come back every morning, but then I will have to go again, I can’t explain why right now, but I will-in time. Ellowyn x~

Walking around the corner, my phone beeps loudly, telling me that I have a new message. I decide to leave it for now; it’s probably Mary, she would be home from work by now. I continue to dawdle down the road, the only sounds being my feet pounding down on the pavement as I begin to quicken my speed. As I near the cemetery, my phone beeps once for the fourth time. I give in, tucking my flask of tea under my arm and pulling my phone from the pocket of my blue skinny jeans.

*4 New Messages* All from Mary, that’s no surprise. The first reads: ‘Hey! I got your note, if you wanna talk, I’m home M x’. The second: ‘Can u please call me or something M x’. The third made me laugh a little: ‘Oi! If you don’t text me back I will personally break every sting on all your guitars!! M x’. She wouldn’t dream of it! She knows I love those guitars too much. ‘OK, so you know I wouldn’t really do that!! M x’ This girl is all talk.

I look back down at my phone as I begin to type a reply. ‘Hey! I know you wouldn’t dare do that. I’m fine, just need some time x’. I am about to press send when I turn the corner, through the gates and bump into something, or rather someone, dropping my guitar, phone and tea in the process. The flask cracks, covering my phone and guitar in tea. Whoever it is will not be alive for much longer!

‘My guitar!’ I scream, loud enough to burst the eardrums of anyone within a 100mile radius. ‘Watch where the hell you are go-’ I begin, but stop abruptly when I realise just who I walked into. I grab my guitar and walk off, not looking back, in spite of my curiosity. 

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A/N: Let me know what you think...;) The song for this chapter is The Moment by Safetysuit :D

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