John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot

John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot Ch. 7

Chapter 7

Location: the White House

Character: John F. Kennedy

Day: November 21, 2013

Time: 7:41 pm

John Kennedy and his daughter Caroline made their way down the White House rooms. The sun was setting and the crowd outside was screaming and yelling hysterically still pounding on the brick walls. Caroline kept her eyes on the floor, quiet.

They made their way to the Oval Office. Caroline pushed the door open, her eyes dark and her blood running hot in her blood vessels. She noticed that President Obama was sitting in his chair with several of his officers and generals standing up there too.

They stood up to shake his hands but John didn't want to shake anyone's hand. He stood there as Caroline embraced the dark skinned president along with the attorney general.

The Attorney General turned out to be Eric Himpton Holder, Jr who had been born some time in 1951 back when John was a U.S. Senator. Eric remembered what he had been doing that dreadful November day but as for Caroline she just said later Nanny Shaw kept her away from the TV or the radio.

Obama's dark eyes turned to inspect John. The former president looked at the new president, trying to hide his shock. How much pain had LBJ gone through to get the equal rights? By the looks of it Caroline hated President Johnson. He had driven the country into the Vitenam War where they had lost. The Day America Lost Its Innocence, Caroline had told him, was November 22, 1963.

"Mr. Kennedy," President Obama said, nodding his head at him. "Please sit. We have some history things to discuss."

John's heart sank. Oh, no. History. He hated this. It was going to be torturous, he decided. But either way he sat down, examining the walls and the paintings.

Caroline sat down next to him, her hair coming to rest to her shoulders. John painfully thought of Jackie. Then the sexy icon, Marilyn Monroe.

John's eyes felt like they were going to explode with wet tears any second. But at the second, Obama started to speak.

"First of all," he directed his voice at John. "What's the last thing you remember before passing out?"

John smiled painfully. "Jackie. The children. Bobby. Ted. America. I also heard Jackie's screams and the crowd's screams." He looked at his hands. "I felt myself slipping away and then I passed out."

Obama looked at him, titling his head. John looked back at him warily. "Do you know what happened next?"

"Most things I do," John said smoothly. "Bobby's assassination is one of them. So is Teddy's struggle with brain cancer."

The people in the room flinched as they remembered the late Senator Edward M. Kennedy. Caroline buried her face into her palms, a sob escaping her lips.

Obama nodded slightly. "That works. You know Senator Kennedy almost died twice before his struggle with cancer. He was in a car accident and a plane crash. The car accident I think was in 1964, a few days after your coma I'm not really sure. The plane crash was in 1969, a year after the asassination of RFK."

"Teddy was in a car accident and plane crash?" John asked in his handsome Boston accent. "How did he live?"

"In one of his accidents," the president revealed. "Senator Edward M. Kennedy had no pulse. He was not breathing. He still lived in anyway."

John nodded and felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. Caroline had her face buried into the desk, sobbing softly.

"What else happened?" He asked trying to not choke with tears on his words.

Obama narrowed his icy eyes. "What else happened?" He said sarcastically. "Well..." He tapped his fingers and added, "The damn Vitenam War. 9/11. The RFK assassination. The fall of the Soviet Union. The destruction of the Berlin Wall. The death of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis. And the death of John F. Kennedy Jr."

Caroline decided to speak up. "And tomorrow's the 50th. Plus David Kennedy died of a drug overdose. And Kara Kennedy died of a heart attack a few years after her Dad's death."

John knew who Kara was. She was the daughter to Teddy. He felt more pain explode into his chest. Kara... He had been looking forward to meeting her, but now she was dead.

But he really didn't remember David. David Kennedy, who'd died of a drug overdose. The boy had quielty kept to the shadows during his presidency. All Ethel had told him was that David bad almost drowned when he was a kid, and Bobby had saved him by diving under the water and scraping his forehead in the process. After that someone had given Bobby some makeup to put on his scraped forehead. The most creepiest thing about it though was that Bobby had saved his son from drowning on the same day he'd been assassinated and killed in a hotel that had been destroyed years before John's return.

After that though, Ethel had added, David had started taking drugs and things like that eventually killed him.

John felt a source of agnoy in his heart. The agnoy glimmered with pain. All my fault, all my fault, he told himself.

He felt like crying but he knew that crying would not solve the problem. Finding the history facts would solve problem.

Kennedy's don't cry, he told himself. Kenendys don't cry.

He repeated this sequence until he found himself not even crying just having a sore throat instead trying to hold back the choking noises in his throat.

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