Death Full of Regret

16 | Dead | Remote Sensor

[stephanie-muir-isdead]

Here, Kitty . . .

You uh, didn’t happen to see a kitten run through h-here? Little skinny one …gray-ish white? 

[blakegilbertislost]

Kitten? Where? I'll help you find it!

[ella-dunn]

Excuse me ...

No. You don’t get to speak to anyone like that, especially some one that is taking your order?!

[blakegilbertislost]

I didn't mean anything by it. Really. Hey, do I know you?

[chelsea-benedict-deactivated201]

Mamma Bear // Chelsea & Blake

She had been searching for days now, looking tirelessly for a way to talk to them – to get information but now that she was here starring through the windshield of her car up at their house she had lost her nerve. To Chelsea they were a family in mourning, she never would have guessed the lack luster love they had afforded her son nor the broken household that hid behind the lovely wood before her. All she knew was that they appeared normal; the Gilberts with their lovely home and children were living the life she dreamed about – a mother with a home to call her own, a husband and father at her side. Clearing her throat she checked her makeup for the umpteenth time nervously fussing over a single hair and eyelash for what seemed like hours until finally working up the courage to exit her SUV.

Making her way up to the house she couldn’t help but think of him, they had named him Blake and she could only imagine what a wonderful little boy he’d been. How he would have played in the very lawn she was passing through, mounting the steps she closed her eyes seeing a laughing face and boyish grin to match his fathers. Not allowing herself to think she knocked, lifting her small fist to tap lightly against the aged wood of their door. This could have been hers. Her home and her heart break. Calming her nerves she flattened out the leather of her coat over her midsection, doing all she could to prevent herself from running while she waited for someone or something to stir on the other side of the sleepy home.

Turning away from the door she took in the sight before her, looking at the aged trees and the cozy feel of the neighborhood street. Falsified memories of a boy playing with his neighbors, of a child skinning his knee or learning to ride a bike played around in her head as she fingered the edge of her purse, a file on her son and the Gilberts hidden within the dark canvas that hung at her shoulder. He had to be loved, she thought turning towards the sound of a lock turning, he had to be.

[blakegilbertislost]

Blake stood behind his mother, always prepared to shock the visitors to the house in any way he could. It was easy enough to hide in this house, he'd been invisible here during his life as well. He put his hand on hers as she turned the knob, and she shivered, her body going rigid for a moment as she opened it. When the door swung wide, she was rigid, stiff and giving every impression of being the WASP that she was. Blake smiled. People would one day see her for everything she was, and that was what he wanted. He could goof off most of the time, but really he hurt so deeply that he had to take moments to himself to regroup.

His mother stood, back straight, and Blake slipped around her and out the door. Old habits died hard: How was he ever going to learn to stop going through the open doors and learn to go through a closed door? He could do it, walk straight through now that he was dead. But he didn't want to. Instead, he slipped through, his shoulder brushing against the woman. Pausing, he watched to see if she would react. Most people felt a chill when he moved by them, when he touched them, but not everyone. 

It was Blake who felt the chill. His eyes went wide and he dropped his hand, placing it against the back of hers. She couldn't see him, but maybe she could feel him the way he felt her. "I know you," he whispered, perhaps loudly enough for both women to hear him. "I was part of you. Am part of you. Where did you come from?" He swallowed, turning back to look at his very irritated mother, and then back toward the woman. What was going on here?

[satine-prescott-deactivated2016]

Seriously, I thought I was going to kill myself again. Ugh, yes please. I need some fun.

[blakegilbertislost]

I know what you mean! If I'd had access to a gun, I mighta tried. Probably would have gotten home that way anyway, right?

[satine-prescott-deactivated2016]

Thank fuck I’m finally out that hellhole. 

[blakegilbertislost]

I thought it was going to kill me. Seriously, and there was no way to really have fun while we were in there. Wanna go for a joy ride?

[xkeeganfranklin-deactivated2014]

Is their a reason for you being on my lawn? I’m a little busy and don’t have time for this right now.

[blakegilbertislost]

I was looking for worms, so that I could go fishing. 

[blakegilbertislost]

Team 3

[willowtalbotx-deactivated201507]

         [ Willow frowned before she got up from her place and joined him with her ear against the wall ] I can’t hear anything. [ She pushed herself from the wall and shrugged ] I hope they do soon because I’m ready to go the hell home. 

[blakegilbertislost]

Blake glances over at Willow, then narrows his eyes and puts his hand flat on the wall. Like this. Put your hand there. Your ear there. Can't you hear it?

[blakegilbertislost]

Team 3

If you put your head against the wall here, I think you can hear people talking in the next room. Think they've figured anything out yet?

[teresa-carter]

I’m not a teacher, hun, and I don’t really think you need a pass.

[blakegilbertislost]

Really? It's been a while since I was back here. The last time, we needed to have passes to go to the restroom. Kind of stupid, isn't it?

[blakegilbertislost]

Can I get a pass to use the restroom, please?

[satine-prescott-deactivated2016]

Of course. I’m sure my lavender pumps would look fabulous on you.

[blakegilbertislost]

Yeah? What size do you wear?

[lovelylillybelle-deactivated201]

Why? Because shoes make an outfit! If we weren’t trapped in this hell, I would drag you to a shoe store right now. You look like a Cesare Paciotti man to me.

[blakegilbertislost]

Maybe when we get out of here then.

[lovelylillybelle-deactivated201]

Oh, sweetheart. If shoes weren’t the first thing on your mind, we have bigger problems.

[blakegilbertislost]

Why?

[antoniomsblog]

-antoniomsblog-

[tiny-little-reveries]

[blakegilbertislost]

Hey. I forgot to pack my shoes. Can I borrow yours?

[blakegilbertislost]

If there was ever a time to reveal myself to Grace, this would probably be the time. Got to admit I'm kind of worried about her. Think you could look after her for me? Make sure she's staying safe?