Fri, May 18 2012
I did my best, it wasn't much. I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch. I told the truth, I didn't come all this way to fool ya. And even though it all went wrong I'll stand right here before the Lord of Song with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah! Hallelujah, hallelujah! Hallelujah, hallelujah…
She had never suspected that she would lose her temper and hit someone. Within all of her years in life, all of the years she had walked on Earth, she had been hit a few times, she had been hurt, but never had she hit someone.
Never had she lost her temper either, and never with a friend.
Aleta was at the bottom of the barrel, and even the news that Marisol would be fine since the bullet hadn't gone in deep and didn't cause any damage brought no joy to her. She had hurt her friend, and there were few things that could help her. Lyn herself was shocked, so nothing would come from that part. Phileas Fogg was the only one, and Aleta wasn't about to go and ask him for help.
So Fogg came to her. She was sitting as far away from where Mari was, which was right now on the deck of the Aurora, simply facing outward. Verne had been helped and decided, after realize he could do little to help as well, left back for France. Passepartout was making some tea in the kitchen, and Rebecca stayed away from the depressed woman.
"Not better?" No reply. "Aleta, I realize that you feel it is your fault, but it isn't. You had no other choice."
--I was never that angry…I have never hit anyone before. I realize that you want to help me, Phileas, but I have to do this on my own.—
--Rubbish. You have no idea what you're doing. I should know. I've done many the same things. The first time I went on an assignment with my brother, we got…a little irritated with each other, and fought for the first time. It took a week before we were able to gain back the same relationship, but afterwards it wasn't the same. We were both different, and we both knew it. Personally I don't see why you just go in and tell her why you cared so much that you got her out.—
--Besides the fact that I'm her friend?—
--She knows that, but why did you get so angry when she was screaming for her abusive boyfriend? That's what I'd like to know…really.—
--I told you, he was abusive as well.—
--But what happened? None of us know that, and personally I think she should know.—
Aleta looked over at Phileas, her eyes confused but seeming to understand now. Phileas looked at her quickly, then saw something that made his eyes grow wide. Aleta cast down her eyes and slowly made the tears go back. Phileas put an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close, before Aleta got up and walked over to where Marisol was staying. Phileas stayed near Rebecca.
"Mari?" Nothing, not a word came from her friend. Aleta gathered all her strength, " I know you don't want to talk with me, and I wouldn't either. I just want you to listen. If you don't, then that's your problem."
Again, another silent pause. Finally, Aleta started her narrative. She told Mari about her old boyfriend, Sam, and how she used to be unable to do anything right. He felt he was the ruler, and she was simply his slave. They were both in psychology together, and both worked with those who could possibly be cured.
"But one day he went into a place where an insane telepath was. He thought that if he could take care of me then he could rule over any telepath. I was nearby, working with someone else. He…he hit the telepath, and they reacted quickly. They…they mentally attacked him and made him go insane." Aleta stopped, unsure if she could go on past that, but she did.
"I was connected with him, in a small way. I FELT him go crazy. I felt him slowly turn insane, and I disconnected. It was hard, so very hard, but I did. I was over him, like I said I would've been without him going insane. Then I became hysterical. He was going to be hurt, I knew what was coming, and he would be hurt. I was just like you were before someone, an attendant I guess, came up and slapped me. I calmed down instantly, and later I realized that I had to be hit or else I would've hurt myself.
"It took me so long to get over him. At least five years, maybe more. Then I went into medicine, then English, and met you. When I saw him come out of the apartment like that…so many bad memories came back up. I wasn't driving away to help you, Mari. I was reliving the countless numbers of times I had driven away from Sam and later come back. It wasn't until after you yelled at me that I remembered you were in the car.
"I'm sorry. For what it's worth I'm so sorry. I should've told you, or made you come with me, or made you understand. I had been in the situation before, and I knew he didn't love you. I didn't want you hurt, but instead you were."
Aleta left before Marisol could say anything.
+ + + +
It had been a week since Marisol had come back from the past, and now it seemed as if nothing had happened. Mari had to see Aleta during class, and so she told her that she was sorry for everything. Aleta herself had helped Mari through the rough times of not having a boyfriend, mainly by reminding her that not all boyfriends are meant to last.
By the time they even considered returning to see those on the Aurora, or even on seeing France of the past, both were closer then they had ever been.
The End
Author's Last Stuff: I know that it's not the best ending, but I had to. I didn't want to write more dialogue, just give a general synopsis of what had happened afterwards. Maybe there should be more, but that will wait until I revise it, or until they come back up again.
End of Part 6
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