The Massacre Mansion

Chapter 18- Sunday: What Remains

    "Isn't there a way to undo it?!" I frantically asked while staring wide-eyed at the screen.
       "I warned you to not press any buttons, my dear," Olivander replied.
       "That doesn't answer my question!" I exclaimed. I tried turning around to face him, but any movement seemed to change the position of my wrist causing shockwaves to run up my arm.
       "No, there isn't. That's why I told you to leave the buttons alone. Now look what's happened. You're sitting in pain on a cold, hard floor in tears. Let me help you up," he offered while making a move to pick me up.
       "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed, attempting to scramble away. I forgot about my wrist in my small moment of panic causing me to fall backwards after landing on my injury and to release a yelp.
       "Why must you make this so hard? I'm trying to help you, please stop pushing me away," he pleaded.
       "I've had enough of your help. Just leave me alone!" I wailed. It hurt me emotionally to know that I couldn't help myself, let alone save everyone I had left. I was useless. Now with a sprained wrist there was even less I could do. Completely broken at this point, I didn't react when Olivander came into my peripheral vision. My shaking form was pressed against the wooden floorboards as my teary gaze stared into the darkness. Silent sobs wracked my body as Olivander looked upon me with sorrow.
       "Let me help you, angel. I won't do anything, I promise," his smooth voice filled the darkened void. Closing my eyes, I decided to stay quiet. No matter what I said he would 'help me' anyways. As I had expected, his arms wrapped around my back and legs before I was carried and layed onto the bed. 
      "I'm sorry about your wrist. That was wrong of me. I could have just as easily removed it from your hand. Can you forgive me?" He pleaded once again. I kept my eyelids shut as a sigh rang out. Dealing with this was slowly killing me. I was never even able to see Caspian in person one last time. We'd known each other since we were little babies. Our parents were friends so we basically grew up together. My mom even told me that our first words were the other's name. I always thought that was just something she told me, but it always made me smile.
      "What are you smiling about, my love?" Olivander asked in a confused tone. I hadn't even noticed that my face wore a small smile until he brought my attention to it.
      "Memories," was all I replied with. I remembered a particularly happy memory of us as children.
       At that time I was probably six while he was seven. Our families had gone on a vacation together to Colorado, and we had gone to a little park. There was a little, wooden-seated swing attached to a tree branch. I'd called Caspian over to come push me, and I kept swinging higher and higher. The sun had been shining brightly through the green tree leaves, and it shined perfectly down on us. Giggling while telling him to push higher, I hadn't realised that the rope attached to the seat was very old and frayed, and it eventually gave away. I remember while falling that I thought I was flying. Strangely, I wasn't scared. I heard my mother screaming far away while I fell, as well as Caspian's, but at the same time I wasn't paying attention to it.  Part of me knew nothing would happen. Before my mind calculated that I would hit the ground, small arms caught me. With my sudden weight we fell over, but he'd stopped my fall. I remember looking at him as he did the same, then laughing. We both couldn't stop laughing until our mothers eventually made it to us. Shortly after, we went and got ice cream.
       I had been a devious child at that time, and so was Caspian. Stealthily scooping a bit of ice cream off the cone, I called Caspian's name. When he looked at me I had shoved the melting liquid into his face and laughed hysterically before he did the same. It ended in a huge ice cream fight in the back of the car. Even our moms were laughing at the mess we had made. 
       After we had gotten back to the hotel and taken baths, we went outside to look at the stars. Our parents were pointing out the constellations, but we didn't understand what they were showing us. Caspian and I decided to make up our own constellations. We saw dogs playing, birds flying, food, kids laughing, and flowers amongst the darkened sky. At one point I had gotten very tired because of the day's events, and I rested against my best friend. We were children at the time so we saw nothing romantic about it. I eventually fell asleep, and apparently so did Caspian. My mother took a picture of us and put it in a scrapbook, and to this day she won't let us live that moment down. 
      After playing that moment in my head more tears filled up my eyes. We would never experience another moment like that together again. I would never even see him again. Olivander's thumb swiped away a salty tear that had left my eye before he started stroking that cheek.
     "Is there no way to get him out?" I quietly questioned. I opened my (e/c) orbs to see the saddened face of the blonde before me. He shook his head, and I glanced back to the tv screen.
     "Could I talk to him one last time?" I decided to ask next. I couldn't bear to watch his death with not being able to speak to him once more.
      "Would that make you happy?" He replied. I finally looked into his purple eyes as I nodded my head. A sigh left his lips as he pulled a microphone out of a different pocket. His long fingers tapped different buttons before he handed it to me. Carefully moving myself into a sitting position, I brought the device to my mouth.