Storymania - The Resurrection Of Amelia D. Taylor by Jacqueline P Ervine

The Resurrection Of Amelia D. Taylor (8)
Jacqueline P Ervine

Chapter 22

Amelia couldn’t sleep at all. She felt scared, like someone was there but she didn’t know who. She thought at first that it was Carolina, but she wouldn’t feel this scared if it was. It was someone else. Someone who really didn’t like her being there.
“Hello,” Amelia called, “Who is it?”
She didn’t get a reply. She searched the ground for shadows again. Nothing. Maybe it was no one. Maybe she was just paranoid. She did have a thought of who it might be though. She was afraid to find out. She really didn’t want it to be her…
“Laura?”
Amelia heard heavy footsteps on the wood floor. They were walking towards her. She curled up in the corner of her bed and closed her eyes.
“Stay away…”
The footsteps kept coming closer. They kept getting louder. Amelia’s heartbeat became faster.
“Stay back!” she yelled.
The footsteps stopped. She crawled from her corner on the bed and looked on the floor. Nothing. She sighed and looked up. Her heart nearly stopped and she screamed. Amelia threw herself back against the wall and tried to stop herself from screaming.
“Go away, Laura, just go away.” Amelia was crying she was so scared. Why was she here now? What did Amelia do this time?
You started. You finish.
Amelia looked up. Nothing was there now. Just voices. The voice this time though, was deep and raspy. Still female, but it sounded somewhat masculine.
“What?” Amelia whispered.
You started.
Amelia saw a sharp piece of glass being pushed toward the edge of her bed. She leaned over the side and picked it up, setting it next to her on the comforter. She looked at it with wide eyes.
You finish.
Amelia thought for a moment, then she realized what she was talking about.
“What? I just got better! William just murdered for me to become like this once again, and I can’t just finish it…”
Amelia turned the glass over in her hand. She cut herself just doing that. Amelia kissed her hand where the glass had cut her.
Start. Finish.
“No…No. No! I can’t do that!”
Amelia shrieked as she felt the bed jerk. She looked over at the staircase and saw William walking down the steps. His face was white and his face was expressionless. He looked at Amelia and Amelia stared at him.
“It’s Laura…”
Amelia felt the bed jerk again, this time, the jerk sending the piece of glass into her leg. Amelia screamed in pain.
Start. Finish. Start. Finish.
The bed kept jerking. The glass kept cutting her.
Start! Finish! Start! Finish!
“Laura!” William yelled. “Stop…”
She didn’t listen. The bed kept jerking, and Amelia kept bleeding. It hurt so bad. She just wanted to make it stop. She guessed William could tell.
“Amelia, she wont stop until you end it.”
“Are you crazy? She just wants me dead!”
“That’s the point!” William looked at Amelia. He could see so much pain in her eyes. He could tell she was so scared. “She’s going to kill you. Or you’re going to kill yourself, Amelia. Take your pick.”
Amelia’s face went white. She looked at the glass in her leg. She swallowed hard and pulled it out with a scream. First, she took it and cut her wrists. She slashed them over and over with the this glass. As she did this, all the jerking stopped.
Then she cut the side of her face. She felt the warm blood drip down her face. Blood and tears. Then, she put the glass at the face of her throat. She hesitated, and pushed the glass into her shoulder. She let out a sob and pulled her arm away from her. Amelia’s body lay on the bed, bloody and still. Her eyes were open. She wasn’t breathing this time. William knew she was dead. She was really, really dead. He covered his mouth and shut his eyes. He felt tears run down his cheeks and hit his arms. He couldn’t take this, he really couldn’t. He walked slowly back upstairs. He thought he might fall down the stairs on his way. When he got into the main room, he fell to the floor and broke down. This is what he feared the most. He feared he would lose her. Now that it’s happened, he understood why he didn’t want to so badly.

Chapter 23

William heard a knock on the door and rolled over on his back. He had been asleep for about twelve hours. He got up and opened the door. He didn’t even care to see who it was right now. As the door swung open, he saw two men standing on his porch.
One of the men he recognized as Thomas Mendor from what was supposed to be the local police station. They were usually just hanging around doing nothing there, so we didn’t really consider them police or anything close to it.
The other man, William guessed was Father Lucas. He wore a white cross necklace around his neck and all black. He was clean and clean cut. Neither of the men really looked up to being there.
“Uh…” William stumbled to find words. “Can I help you?”
The short man, Thomas Mendor tipped his hat and cleared his throat.
“We received notice from a local that had been walking by here yesterday evening, saying that she heard screaming coming from inside the house. We gained permission from both the church and the local deputy department to search around the house.”
William was agape and he could seem to find words.
“Uh, well, I…”
“Speak up son,” Said Mr. Mendor.
“My house isn’t really presentable at this moment…Perhaps you could come by later?”
Mendor laughed and nodded.
“Move aside, William.”
He and the priest both walked into William’s home. He was panicking on the inside, but he tried to hide it as best he could. They both looked around at all of his books and belongings. He tried to make reasonable conversation with them but he couldn’t seem to find anything to say.
“Weather is nice today,” he said blank mindedly.
“Why yes, actually it is. Very warm for the fall, might I add.”
William nodded and looked at the priest. He just smiled at William and started talking to him about church. Nothing William was particularly interested in. After Thomas and the priest had gone through all of the rooms, he was apologizing to William for intruding.
“We’ll be on our way now. Thank you for your time.”
He started to walk out, but the priest stayed behind. Mendor looked at him and grunted.
“Something wrong, Father?”
Father Lucas pointed to the door that led into the basement.
“We haven’t checked there yet.”
Williams heart sank. He wanted to say he had somewhere to be. But he knew that he couldn’t leave. They would find him. He would just have to rough it out.
“William, do you think you could show us into this room, please?”
William stepped forward, nearly falling over himself, and slowly opened the door. Mendor and the priest walked inside and walked down the staircase. William followed them, wanting to be there when the worse happened. He wasn’t sure why. He just did. Mendor was busy trying to converse with William, but Father Lucas was frozen at the bottom of the staircase.
Mendor laughed his way down to the floor and looked at the priest.
“Father, what’s wrong?”
He just pointed to the bed. Mendor looked over and his red face turned paler than William ever wanted to see someone. He looked back and forth between William, Amelia, and Father Lucas.
He grunted and walked up the staircase, pulling father Lucas to follow. They walked upstairs and gained their sense of reality back. Thomas Mendor walked behind William and held his arms behind his back. The priest walked in front of him, still wide eyed and bewildered.
“William Rather, you are under arrest, and sentenced to the death penalty for the kidnapping and murder of a young woman.”
Kidnapping? Murder? They wouldn’t even let him argue? What would he say though, that she committed suicide because his dead wife told her to? No one would believe him. No one.
No one. This is the end William. You better be happy now.

Chapter 24

William stood on the wooden stage with his hands tightly bound behind him. He looked out at the crowd of people that had come to see him die. What these people were about to see was one of their own being killed. That didn’t phase them at all? They enjoyed this kind of thing?
A short pudgy man in a gray cloak stepped up onto the stage and looked at William. He frowned at him and spat at his feet.
“Nice to see you too, sir,” William said. The short man groaned and turned around to face the crowd in front of him. He had to yell for everyone to hear him, thought his voice at a normal tone would have probably been enough.
“We stand here today to witness the sentence of William Nicholas Rather. The charges stand as kidnapping and murder of both Carolina Georgia Rather, And Amelia Diane Taylor.”
William thought it was amusing that they found out he had taken Carolina from the hospital. He definitely did not murder her though, and as for Amelia, neither of the charges suited her death.
“The sentence for these charges is death. And so, we stand here and await the time of exactly three o’clock, when his fate will be fulfilled.”
William laughed inside. Fate. Such a silly little thing to believe in. You create your own future. Your own fate. It’s like a story you write. You can add to it as much as you like, but you can never change what has already been written.
William looked at the crowd, and at the man, and at the clock most of all. About thirty seconds.
Alright. I can wait.
The man in the gray cloak turned to William.
“Turn and face the direction behind you.”
He could just have said to turn around. Why did he have to be so formal about it? This was one of the most informal things William had ever been part of. It was ridiculous. He turned around and saw a tall man in a dark black cloak with a noose in his hands.
Oh, come on…Can’t they just shoot me?
William didn’t think they still hung people. He figured they just ended their lives and were done with it. He didn’t think they liked to watch them suffer. He felt a jab on his back, which was a sign that he needed to move forward. As he did, he became more and more aware of the details of what he was about to face.
Thick braided rope, quick pulling lever holding the noose down. This would be interesting. Maybe he wouldn’t suffer too much. Maybe his neck would break and that would be the end. There was just too much that could possibly happen. It was almost impossible to predict.
He kept walking forward, then was stopped and turned again to face the crowd.
Make up your mind, am I facing them, or am I not?
He felt the noose being placed around his neck and tightened at the brim. The short man began to speak again.
“As always, we give an opportunity for our convicts to give an apology. So now, I ask, do you have any last words for the crowd?”
William looked out at everyone. No one in particular he knew. Until he crossed over the middle section of the crowd. He could just see Damien, smiling up at him. William bet he was just counting down the seconds until he would die. He probably has been counting down moments since they say Damien found him on the side of the road.
William thought for a long moment. He was sick and tired of mourning over Carolina. He sick and tired of feeling sorry for himself. He had no room for apologies. He wouldn’t even dare to speak of Damien. No one in the crowd knew him well enough for him to waste his final words on. So, he decided. He wouldn’t waste his words on any of those. He would use them in a way that was most meaningful. He actually smiled.
Idiot. You’re smiling and you have a noose around your neck.
As he felt the pull of the rope, the man asked again.
“William, any last words?”
He took one last look at the crowd, making sure they all had his attention. He cleared his throat and made sure he was speaking loud enough for all to hear.
“I loved her.”
He knew he wasn’t talking about Carolina anymore, and he was happy about that. He was finally at peace with himself. He felt the rope pull, and he felt his body go numb. That last thing he heard was the gasps of the crowd, staring at him in disarray. The last thing he felt, was happiness.

…Fin

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