Fanfiction - The Haunting In Connecticut

Chapter 11 - If I Die

The next day Sara and Peter go through to the hospital to speak to the doctor about Matt's hallucinations. I had to come clean about it last night, I had no choice. They were getting worse and even though I know it isn't the medication causing this, Sara wanted answers. I knew she wouldn't believe me if I told her it was something in the house doing this to Matt.

Matt and I are sitting on the front porch, while Sara is at the hospital. Matt is clearly not happy that I told his mother, "why did you tell her?" "Matt, I had no choice, you know she wouldn't have believed anything else I told her. She was so furious with me." Matt sighs defeated, "it's nobody's fault." "Your mother was upset. She didn't mean to be so harsh on me." He holds out his hand asking for mine. I place my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, "You're going to make it through this Matt."

Once everyone was finished with dinner, they had gone to their rooms leaving Matt and Sara alone in the kitchen. I help Wendy put the kids to sleep and then she disappears in to her room without saying another word. I decide to go back down to the kitchen to fetch Matt before going to bed. As I walk down the stairs, I hear Matt say, "Mom, just... look I just want you to know that if-" I slow down the pace as I take each step cautiously, Sara interjects, "if what?" Matt continues, "that if I die." I reach the bottom of the stairs as Sara responds sternly to Matt, "you won't." She turns around almost walking straight in to me. I step to the side avoiding eye contact with Sara as she stomps upstairs. I walk towards the kitchen as Matt quietly continues saying what he wanted to say to his mother, "it's not your fault." He stops walking as he notices me standing by the doorway. Tears brimming my eyes; knowing that it is possible he might die, but not wanting to accept it. He carefully takes a step towards me, as if he is standing close to a land mine and he knows it might go off any moment. He places his hands up in to the air, afraid to touch me. He nervously speaks, "let's go outside and talk." I lead the way as I walk out the back door, wiping away the tears that I can. We walk a little distance from the house before I sit down in the middle of the yard, waiting for Matt to join me. I bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. Seconds later Matt sits down next to me. He doesn't speak straight away, instead he lets me stare up at the stars for a moment or two; waiting to see if I want to say anything first. A few moments pass when he says slowly, "you know it might happen." I let go of my knees as I turn to him, "I'm not denying it. It's just a little hard to accept the fact that-" my voice croaks towards the end, a lump forming in my throat, "that you might not make it out here alive." I turn my face away so that he can't see the tears forming again, "this house is not killing you." He shifts his position so that I am sitting in between his legs. He rubs my back as I let the sobbing take hold of me. He tries to comfort me, "I know. But you saw what happened last night. There is a possibility that that might be the reason that I don't make it out of here." I shake my head as I turn to face him, "no we are going to fix this," I gesture towards the house, "all of this." He cups my face in his hand and places his forehead against mine, "I really love you Rose. No words can describe it." "Don't... You're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Making it sound like a goodbye for in case," I place my hand behind his neck as I softly push him further to the ground. I bring my lips to his as I melt under his touch, "you're not going anywhere." Bringing my body closer to his, I continue to kiss him as we lay on the lawn under the stars. His hands running up the sides of my body. My hand running down his while the other supports my body weight. He breaks our kiss as he inhales sharply. I look down to see that I have rubbed over a burn on his chest, that has appeared from the therapy. I quickly pull my hand away, looking at him apologetically. He chuckles out of frustration. Rubbing my side, he softly speaks, almost in a lustful growling tone, "if only it didn't hurt so much."

Chapter 11 ~ End