You're gonna die in there | Florence + Maggie
Maggie pressed her forehead to the door for a half second. "Baby, if you can hear me, say something. Anything." It was strangely quiet and she wasn’t comfortable with that in the slightest. She knocked on the door twice, knowing it was useless to rattle the knob again. "Calvin?" She felt the color drain out of her face by degrees when he didn’t respond. She wasn’t even paying attention to Florence anymore until she returned.
"Change of plans, Mags. I need… Knives. I need butter knives and whatever fucking screwdrivers you have."
Inevitably, adrenaline took over. She was standing at the dish rack beside the sink collecting every single butter knife and passed them to Florence before digging under the sink for the tool kit. At that moment, she could have kicked the door in herself if things had actually worked that way, but they didn’t. Her hands were shaking as she removed the only two standard screwdrivers she had from the kit and passed those along too. "What do I do? I’m not just going to stand here, alright? So tell me what I’m supposed to do and don’t say ‘Keep out of the way,’ that’s my kid down there.”
At this stage of the game, she was ready to break every window in the house to get Calvin out of that basement. Whatever it took, no matter the cost.
Though it seemed to make little sense for Florence to need butter knives, their purpose became very clear as soon as she had a few. One by one, she tried to twist the screws of the doorknob with those knives and -- much to her dismay -- she was met with an impossible amount of resistance every time. When it became clear that her work was cut out for her, Florence made the choice to talk as she attempted to work the screws with the drivers she had been given.
"Right now, I need you to shut the fuck up." Her concentration on the doorknob seemed unwavering, but she did cast a glance back in Maggie's direction. "And I know that's not fun and not exciting, but that's what you're gonna have to do if you want to help Calvin. Get a fucking grip, Mags."
"That... thing in there isn't after your kid. It's pissed that you've moved into it's house, or it's somehow found out that Calvin can see things he shouldn't. If you get scared, it's just gonna get more aggressive until it finally decides to tear your fucking life apart." Her gaze wavered only so she could curse under her breath and switch gears with the doorknob. If none of the screws were going to budge, she was going to have to start taking drastic measures.
"I'm dead, Maggie Jones. And this kind of shit is what killed me. This is why I killed myself."















