Ficathon Entry: Quote Twelve: Alone
Summery: Wendy needs to be anywhere but here.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the Middleman or the Twilight Saga.
Author's Note: This will be followed up by my Ficathon Entry: Quote One. It will act as a sequel of sorts.
My entire existence was meaningless.
I recognize the line, it was written by one of Lacey’s favorite authors, Stephanie something. Long, long ago, Lacey had started reading these novels about vampires. She knew I would love them too and made me read two of them before I stated that I liked Jacob Black better than the vampires and then took them away as punishment. But I managed to grab the other two from the library, and still looked on the website of the author. Which is where I found this line.
It had been used by the main male protagonist, a sexy hunk of crystal skin and sharp, bloodsucking teeth named Edward Cullen, whose mate was Bella Swan. One of the reasons I hated Bella was because she was too overdramatic and depressed. The other was that she seemed to have this thing in the second book where she couldn’t live without her “soul mate.” I thought this was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. In my young, idiotic mind, I thought this was the stupidest thing ever. Just pick up the pieces of your life, say goodbye to that idiot and move on! He left you! Stop going around in circles and just make up your freakin’ mind already!
How stupid I was.
I didn’t recognize back then that love wasn’t just cut and dry. It was filled with confusing twists and turns, and then a wall too high for you to climb would come up and you would be trapped, alone.
I am alone.
It had happened months and months ago, but I can recall it like it happened just a few minutes ago. I try not to, though.
I had been called into work around dusk, twilight. I had hoped that we were fighting werewolves again. They were a great workout. I was about to ask this when I walked in the door and stopped dead.
Everything was gone.
The floor were cleaned bare, the walls had no weapons on them, and even the H.E.Y.D.A.R. had been removed from its usual place. Ida and the Middleman (my boss) were nowhere to be seen. Immediately, my mind had jumped to all of the villains I had ever fought or looked at in the Middleman archives. Until something caught my eye.
A Middlewatch laying right on the center of the floor, blinking with a message. I played the message on it. Then I slowly walked home, and collapsed.
Lacey thought that I was overreacting, but let me be. But as the weeks passed, she and everyone else grew more and more worried. I’m often asked what happened to Tyler. I truly don’t know. He grew more immersed in his job at work, and eventually just stopped coming around.
I know it sounds pathetic. Horrible, selfish. To hole up in myself and make everyone that ever loved me worried.
Everyone but one. Then again, I’m not sure if he ever did care for me.
But you have to see my point of view. I didn’t just lose a job, I lost my life. I lost the aliens, the dragons, the ghosts…Everything that I had wished and hoped and prayed to be true - and for a short time was - was now false. I couldn’t confide in anyone, who would believe me? Especially in the state I am in now.
So now, I guess I’m confined to the hopeless life that Bella Swan and Edward Cullen imprisoned themselves in without each other. It’s odd how just a few months ago, I had thought Bella was the weakest person alive, and now I see that she was the strongest. She had to live without the life she had grown to know, to accept. She was forced to go back into a life that didn’t suit her.
But she found her way out. Her true love returned and she was happy again.
I don’t think my story’s going to end up like hers.
Noser, whenever you read this, please know that I wish I could have stayed here, but I just can’t. It holds too many memories for me. All my stories with the Middleman have been recorded in my notebooks, which you will find in the third drawer of my dresser. They will explain everything. Share them with Lacey, but please, please, no one else.
I’m not insane, and don’t want to be thought of as. This is why I’m giving this letter and the stories to you first. You’re more open minded. Use this quality to take care of Lacey. You and Lacey deserve each other. You’re made for each other.
I really don’t know where I’m going, but it has to be away from here. I’m sorry. I love you and Lacey.
With all my love now and forever,
Wendy Watson
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the Middleman or the Twilight Saga.
Author's Note: This will be followed up by my Ficathon Entry: Quote One. It will act as a sequel of sorts.
My entire existence was meaningless.
I recognize the line, it was written by one of Lacey’s favorite authors, Stephanie something. Long, long ago, Lacey had started reading these novels about vampires. She knew I would love them too and made me read two of them before I stated that I liked Jacob Black better than the vampires and then took them away as punishment. But I managed to grab the other two from the library, and still looked on the website of the author. Which is where I found this line.
It had been used by the main male protagonist, a sexy hunk of crystal skin and sharp, bloodsucking teeth named Edward Cullen, whose mate was Bella Swan. One of the reasons I hated Bella was because she was too overdramatic and depressed. The other was that she seemed to have this thing in the second book where she couldn’t live without her “soul mate.” I thought this was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. In my young, idiotic mind, I thought this was the stupidest thing ever. Just pick up the pieces of your life, say goodbye to that idiot and move on! He left you! Stop going around in circles and just make up your freakin’ mind already!
How stupid I was.
I didn’t recognize back then that love wasn’t just cut and dry. It was filled with confusing twists and turns, and then a wall too high for you to climb would come up and you would be trapped, alone.
I am alone.
It had happened months and months ago, but I can recall it like it happened just a few minutes ago. I try not to, though.
I had been called into work around dusk, twilight. I had hoped that we were fighting werewolves again. They were a great workout. I was about to ask this when I walked in the door and stopped dead.
Everything was gone.
The floor were cleaned bare, the walls had no weapons on them, and even the H.E.Y.D.A.R. had been removed from its usual place. Ida and the Middleman (my boss) were nowhere to be seen. Immediately, my mind had jumped to all of the villains I had ever fought or looked at in the Middleman archives. Until something caught my eye.
A Middlewatch laying right on the center of the floor, blinking with a message. I played the message on it. Then I slowly walked home, and collapsed.
Lacey thought that I was overreacting, but let me be. But as the weeks passed, she and everyone else grew more and more worried. I’m often asked what happened to Tyler. I truly don’t know. He grew more immersed in his job at work, and eventually just stopped coming around.
I know it sounds pathetic. Horrible, selfish. To hole up in myself and make everyone that ever loved me worried.
Everyone but one. Then again, I’m not sure if he ever did care for me.
But you have to see my point of view. I didn’t just lose a job, I lost my life. I lost the aliens, the dragons, the ghosts…Everything that I had wished and hoped and prayed to be true - and for a short time was - was now false. I couldn’t confide in anyone, who would believe me? Especially in the state I am in now.
So now, I guess I’m confined to the hopeless life that Bella Swan and Edward Cullen imprisoned themselves in without each other. It’s odd how just a few months ago, I had thought Bella was the weakest person alive, and now I see that she was the strongest. She had to live without the life she had grown to know, to accept. She was forced to go back into a life that didn’t suit her.
But she found her way out. Her true love returned and she was happy again.
I don’t think my story’s going to end up like hers.
Noser, whenever you read this, please know that I wish I could have stayed here, but I just can’t. It holds too many memories for me. All my stories with the Middleman have been recorded in my notebooks, which you will find in the third drawer of my dresser. They will explain everything. Share them with Lacey, but please, please, no one else.
I’m not insane, and don’t want to be thought of as. This is why I’m giving this letter and the stories to you first. You’re more open minded. Use this quality to take care of Lacey. You and Lacey deserve each other. You’re made for each other.
I really don’t know where I’m going, but it has to be away from here. I’m sorry. I love you and Lacey.
With all my love now and forever,
Wendy Watson