Fic: See you in hell (brenda/sharon)
“See you in Hell”
Sharon pinned the last lock of her hair in place and regarded her reflection in the mirror. Her dress was simple; a white silk sheath with a split in the back, a decent but not inappropriate amount of cleavage peeking out the top. She couldn’t believe the day was finally here - of course, they’d eloped because they couldn’t get married in LA - but she was happy, nonetheless.
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“I now pronounce you married”, the celebrant tried his best to sound cheery, but Brenda could tell that to him this was just another in a long line of weddings he would be performing that day. But she didn’t care. Squeezing Sharon’s hand, she leaned in to take her first kiss as a newly (for the third and last time) married woman.
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They left the courthouse, hand-in-hand, their contrasts making for a complete picture; Sharon’s dark, pinned back hair against Brenda’s flowing blonde curls, Brenda’s pleated dress opposed to Sharon’s silhouette.
A woman approached them, adorned in bland neutral colours, corduroy skirt and primly buttoned shirt. She held a sign that, ironically, had a rainbow background and was written in Comic Sans. Loudly, she emphasised the sign’s words “Fags will burn in hell!” That’s funny, thought Sharon, that’s exactly what my mother had said to me.
The newly married couple looked at one another, laughing at the woman’s small-mindedness. They brushed past her, too interested in getting back to the hotel to consummate their marriage to bother taking the woman to task.
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A year of marriage had served the couple well. Fights were solved because divorce took longer than simply apologising, Brenda’s family had welcomed Sharon with open arms, Sharon’s children jokingly referred to Brenda as ‘Mama’. Yes, marriage looked good on them.
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It wasn’t until a week after their anniversary that Brenda got the call she’d always dreaded. She may no longer be in the police force, but Sharon was, and the idea that she could get hurt in the line of duty scared her each and every day. She found she could finally sympathise with Fritz.
She entered the hospital room cautiously, choking back a sob at the sight of all the machines and tubes supporting Sharon’s life.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. The bullet entered through her brain and lodged in the cortex. We had to operate right away, but we weren’t able to prevent brain damage. She will likely remain in a vegetative state and rely on these machines to keep her alive.”
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Brenda was numb, stroking Sharon’s hand. The children had said their goodbyes, and now it was Brenda’s job to comfort Sharon as they took her off the life support. She recalled their wedding day, how they had laughed and joked about the woman on the street. She had never been happier than that day.
“Ma’am, if you’re ready, we’ll turn it off now.”
Brenda nodded, tears still streaming down her face. “I guess I’ll see you in hell,” she whispered.
Sharon pinned the last lock of her hair in place and regarded her reflection in the mirror. Her dress was simple; a white silk sheath with a split in the back, a decent but not inappropriate amount of cleavage peeking out the top. She couldn’t believe the day was finally here - of course, they’d eloped because they couldn’t get married in LA - but she was happy, nonetheless.
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“I now pronounce you married”, the celebrant tried his best to sound cheery, but Brenda could tell that to him this was just another in a long line of weddings he would be performing that day. But she didn’t care. Squeezing Sharon’s hand, she leaned in to take her first kiss as a newly (for the third and last time) married woman.
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They left the courthouse, hand-in-hand, their contrasts making for a complete picture; Sharon’s dark, pinned back hair against Brenda’s flowing blonde curls, Brenda’s pleated dress opposed to Sharon’s silhouette.
A woman approached them, adorned in bland neutral colours, corduroy skirt and primly buttoned shirt. She held a sign that, ironically, had a rainbow background and was written in Comic Sans. Loudly, she emphasised the sign’s words “Fags will burn in hell!” That’s funny, thought Sharon, that’s exactly what my mother had said to me.
The newly married couple looked at one another, laughing at the woman’s small-mindedness. They brushed past her, too interested in getting back to the hotel to consummate their marriage to bother taking the woman to task.
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A year of marriage had served the couple well. Fights were solved because divorce took longer than simply apologising, Brenda’s family had welcomed Sharon with open arms, Sharon’s children jokingly referred to Brenda as ‘Mama’. Yes, marriage looked good on them.
-----
It wasn’t until a week after their anniversary that Brenda got the call she’d always dreaded. She may no longer be in the police force, but Sharon was, and the idea that she could get hurt in the line of duty scared her each and every day. She found she could finally sympathise with Fritz.
She entered the hospital room cautiously, choking back a sob at the sight of all the machines and tubes supporting Sharon’s life.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. The bullet entered through her brain and lodged in the cortex. We had to operate right away, but we weren’t able to prevent brain damage. She will likely remain in a vegetative state and rely on these machines to keep her alive.”
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Brenda was numb, stroking Sharon’s hand. The children had said their goodbyes, and now it was Brenda’s job to comfort Sharon as they took her off the life support. She recalled their wedding day, how they had laughed and joked about the woman on the street. She had never been happier than that day.
“Ma’am, if you’re ready, we’ll turn it off now.”
Brenda nodded, tears still streaming down her face. “I guess I’ll see you in hell,” she whispered.