Things Left Undone

“Wake up, Seigh. Wake if only for a small fraction of existence, and bear witness to 1derland. The world that you’ve drowned out with alcohol.” Seigh woke up and stood in a field of flowers. The sky was indigo and the clouds looked like puffs of cotton candy and marshmallows. He tried to say something, but the sound of his voice was swallowed up by the sound of his screaming. The wind whispered haunting sounds of music that he could barely hear. Yet, he recognized the voice, it was his Muse, even though he never wrote a story of any kind. Next to him stood Remliel and Seigh’s scattered memories rushed back into his mind.

“You’ve forgotten your task set before you by God. But, this task exists regardless of your neglect for it. Someone else was capable of entertaining your thoughts as well. YOU however have lost touch with who you really are. You’ve squandered your abilities, to impress people. You have one last chance, Seigh. Your children will be greatly influenced by you, and for that reason you will be granted the time you need to set things right. Gaze out into this field and remember it well. Look at the surrounding mountains and the golden spire atop the highest peak. That is Mt. Misery, it is the last line of defense before the City of Schue is overtaken by the creation your neglect has created. Loch Loa and revelation breaks through to this reality…this world…. Much of this is your mind’s doing. But, there are others that contaminate this world, and you need to be the one to either stop it, or allow it to happen. If you do not set things right, then your children will bear witness to the destruction that Loch Loa intends to bestow upon their world. Here, in this field, your greatest ally will meet her end, to grant you the salvation you need to set the courses you see fit. Minds have been poisoned, and it’s up to you to stop them from poisoning others.”

Seigh looked out into the field of his dreams. He saw how colorful it was and the music became clear to him…aaaaaaall of me, her voice sang as the song brought to life feelings he hadn’t had since he met her. He reached down to touch a flower, and sure enough, it was paper. “Is there a way I can find her here?” Seigh asked. Remliel smiled and said “Good-bye, Seigh.”

Seigh woke, for the second time (dreaming within a dream), in a hospital bed. He had thought at first that he was a child again, and his whole life had been nothing more than a dream, but that wasn’t the case. This time, he was an adult, and there was someone he knew sitting there with him instead of a nun. In the chair by his bed sleeping, was Mark. Seigh had no clue how long he was out, or why. The dream with Remliel stood out in his mind. It left him with more questions than answers.

“M….Mark.” Seigh moaned. Mark stirred for a moment, then opened his bloodshot eyes to meet Seigh’s.

“Hey, hey man! Nurse! He’s awake. How you feeling buddy?” Before he could ask any more questions a nurse entered the room. She did the usual nurse Routine, fluffed the pillows for comfort, checked his eyes and blood pressure. Just before leaving, she whispered something into Mark’s ear, while gaving a desperate look back towards Seigh.

“So, hey man, welcome back to the land of the liv…ugh…! Bad choice of words to welcome you with; I’m glad you’re awake.” Mark said, stumbling with his words.

“What was that all about?” Seigh asked, nodding his head in the direction of the nurse.

“You’ve been out for days. We’ve gotten to know each other a bit and her name is Lanya. Incidentally she was at The Pick that night and had seen what happened. Listen man, you just woke up and I don’t want to overwhelm you.” Seigh could tell in Mark’s voice, that he had bad news.

“What happened?” Seigh’s intuition already kicked in, he could almost tell the story himself. He knew it

was bad, he still needed to hear it said.

“Good afternoon Seigh. Nice to see you’ve finally come around. I’m doctor Kassel, and I’ve been watching over you. Do you know where you are?”

“A hospital.” Seigh snapped.

“Very good, do you know what day it is?” Dr. Kassel asked in a calm, professional tone.

“Saturday?” Seigh guessed.

“No, it’s actually Tuesday, the 17th of November. Could you tell me the last thing you can recall happening?”

“No! I can’t! and he was about to tell me what is going on before you came in doc. Now where is Jax?” Dr. Kassel and Mark exchanged an uncomfortable glance.

Dr. Kassel got a “good Dr’s” feeling about Seigh and could tell that he was no worse for the wear at the moment. “Very well, he seems in good health. No brain trauma has been suffered and his vitals are normal. You take all the time you need gentleman, we can run some more thorough tests later.” Dr. Kassel returned the chart to the end of the bed, and walked out of the room clicking his pen.

“Thanks[Check this paragraph and see if I could give it more detail on the next edit.], doc.” Mark said, a deep sigh followed. Mark was never been good at collecting words well enough when it came to explaining difficult matters, this was the hardest news he’d ever have to give to anybody.

“Okay, let me find my words.” Mark drew another deep breath. “I’ll just start off from where I can best remember me being that night. After we finished our drinks, we walked out of The Pick. I remember falling down and then everything happened so fast. Jax got up off the ground and the girl, Maddie, was drunk and not paying attention. She ran Jax down, Jax had been sucked under the 4x4 and she was pinned. She got hit pretty hard, she was a mess, Seigh. You brought her to you and held her until the cops got there; then you just dropped. You saw it and then just blanked. I could see it in your eyes, you were gone.

The guy, Christian…I think… anyway, his cane started acting on its own. It beat him bloody until it broke. Then, he was off of his feet as if something was holding him by the ankles. Like a baseball bat, he was swung a few times into the grill of the 4x4 and then thrown through the windshield, into Maddie. Their heads collided and the 4x4…the damned thing just lifted off its front end, and, and Jax just kind of floated or levitated, or something right towards you and into your arms. Jax fought through Friday and finally died on Saturday morning, they couldn’t save her, Seigh. They did all they could. I’m…I’m so sorry. The happiest day of your life had to also be your saddest. Your wife is gone, but they were able to save your babies.” Mark said all of this and didn’t take his eyes from Seigh’s.

Seigh listened to this as all the flashes of his past rushed through his head. He always had a hard time containing things that he never had to contain. It was difficult to accept the fact that he inadvertently murdered two people, and now to be able to accept the fact that his wife was gone and that he was left with…

“Where are my children?”

“Yeah Seigh, twins. A little boy and a little girl. They are pre-mature, but they are alive and well, considering the circumstances. You can see them when you’re ready. I’m here for you man, just so you know, no matter what. Anything you need, just name it and I’ll be there. Just be ready for a cop too come sniffing around expecting a statement from you. Me, Lanya and the rest of The Pick crew explained everything as best we could. But, it was also a bunch of drunken statements. You should be pretty well in the clear. The story we all came up with made more sense then what everybody actually witnessed anyway. But, whenever you’re ready, you’ve got to tell me your side of things.” Seigh never did.

Seigh began to well up at the thought of losing Jax. He came to terms with the fact that, some time ago they began to lose their love for one another. But, in a strange way he could feel her coming back to him, back into his heart. That had been a hard feeling to let go of. It had to contend with the memories that were flooding into his mind about his childhood and fragmented moments of his life that he couldn’t quite piece together. They would always and forever be connected through their children, but that would be all they would ever share.

What Remliel had said to him was all starting to fall into place. Jax was gone, much in the same way Darling and his parents had been taken from him. The people he cared for most in his life have come full circle, and he knew now who and what he was. He knew his inner world was alive and kicking. It fought back as he had once fought to destroy it, instead of embrace it. This had been his life up until now.

“Mark.”

“Yeah buddy?”

“I want to see my babies.” Seigh said with a tear in his eye.

“I’ll let the doc know. Then we will go together.” Seigh began to cry for the first time in years. Mark hugged him, as any true friend would.

The go ahead was given by Dr. Kassel and Lanya escorted the two of them down to the ICU where babies were being watched over. He looked down at them. At how small they Were. He could feel how strong they were, despite their size. He recognized their little blue glow, he could feel that they were just like him. Just like Darling might have been, had she been alive still.

“What are you going to name them? Had you and Jax picked out any names yet?” Mark asked quietly.

“Jax wanted it to be a surprise. We had talked about names, but nothing was decided. Now, it’s just up to me. A boy and a girl, twins, just like me and Darling.” Seigh drifted off for a second. “Michael for the boy.” He finally said.

“And your little girl?” Lanya asked.

“Darling. Michael and Darling.”

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