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Authoresses Note: I had ideas for Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie, but I found a way to end it. And it was nearly painless for the Pevensies so I went with it. Now I can focus on more upbeat stories. Please review!
How Could You
Chapter 4. Susans Grief and Acceptance.
The swing I sat on rocked back and forth, lulling me to as peaceful as state I was going to get. But it reminded me of what happened when I first woke up.
When I walked downstairs to the breakfast table, I found most everybody seat empty, except for mom and dad. This shocked me because Edmund wasn't there. He's always the first one at the table... even before mom and dad. And when I asked where he was, mom burst into tears, and dad looked very near it.
"Susan, do you remember what happened yesterday?" was his question.
"Yeah, I went to school, came home, ate dinner, took a shower, and went to bed." I had replied.
He and mom had exchanged a worried and concerned glance before looking back at me. They quickly reminded me of what had happened the previous day, and before they could stop me I had run out of the house, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't go upstairs, Lucy was still asleep, so outside was the best option. The farthest I made it was to the swing tied to a tree in the back yard. More like a hunk of wood with rope on each side tied to a branch. It had been there as long as I could remember, so I sat on it, my back to the house. Which brought me to where I am now.
I gripped the ropes until my knuckles turned white in an effort not to cry. My shoulders were trembling, but I continued to fight back the tears that threatened me.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Lucy there. I could see the tears glistening in her eyes, which caused a sob to make it's way past my lips. That was all Lucy needed to throw her arms around my neck. We embraced each other tightly, sobbing into each others shoulders. This was the first time I had cried. I couldn't find the tears yesterday, the shock had been to fresh.
Peter crying had been to much of a shock. Lucy nearly being taken had been to much of a shock. And Edmund taking his own life had been way to much of a shock. I had been numb yesterday, but today I could start fresh.
After a few moments I felt someone pull their arms around both Lucy and I, and the sound of Peter crying could be heard.
So the three of us sat, now on the ground, crying as one, a bond forming as we did. We would miss Edmund, of course, but maybe life wouldn't be so miserable after all.