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Chapter 21
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tw: idk anymore man uh- trauma, death, stalking, the usual
"they're dead, aren't they?"
"we don't know that yet—" Schlatt started, but I quickly cut him off.
"no, I think we all know that my parents are dead" I sat up but continued to stare blankly into space.
"Molly we don't have any proof that they're dead—" Tommy chimed in
"but we don't have any proof that they're alive" I stammered. After my comment there was silence. The blizzard raging now, even if Schlatt wanted to leave his flight was bound to be canceled.
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Everyone sat in the same spot for over an hour, when ever someone's phone would get some sort of notification, we would look hopefully toward the source of the noise, but when they checked to see nothing important, we went back into a state of silence.
"I'm gonna call the operator again—to see if there's anything else—" Clay got up and gestured towards the phone in his hand. Nobody said anything, Wilbur gave a numb nod. And we continued to sit in silence. after a couple minutes he came back out still on the phone,
"They wanted to talk to you—if your up for it" He gave me a pitiful look, I looked to my side and tommy rubbed my shoulder as I got up. I walked towards the doorway where Clay stood and once, I got in and he carefully shut the door, he turned around and hugged me. He was extremely tall, so it was almost as if he encased me in his warm arms.
"everything is going to be ok" he whispered. All I could do was nod into his hoodie. He broke off the hug and quickly left so I could have my privacy. I stared at the phone in my hands for a good 30 seconds before putting it to my ear and uttering,
"hello?"
"Are you Molly Montgomery?" I cringed a little at the women calling me by my real name, it felt weird for someone who was not tommy to call me that. After a split second I answered,
"yes"
"Can you explain what's happened tonight?" The operator asked calmly.
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"does anyone know anything about who—or why?" Clay said as he walked over to an empty chair in the room. Ollie had just gone not the other room to answer some questions.
"she got 2 messages before the one tonight, the one in the car ride in Seattle, and one this morning" Wilbur was obviously very troubled by this matter, after all, he was the one in charge of this trip, basically in charge of Ollie, he could have stopped this.
"they said they traced the number to a burner phone in Texas" clay rubbed his temple.
a/n: they all just look at Sapnap like 😃✋
"anything else?" Tommy asked, he didn't have the motivation or willpower to make an American joke now.
"nothing"
They sat for another 20 minutes, asking questions every now and then. Eventually Ollie came out of the room, handed clay the phone, and sat back down next to Tommy and Iris.
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I sat back down in between tommy and iris and took a shaky breath.
"are you—ok?" tommy whispered.
Hesitantly I said, "I don't know." He slowly nodded and laid back into the sofa. Another round of silence came onto the group. I didn't have the energy to start crying, especially after my panic attack in front of everybody.
"I'm gonna go try to get some sleep" i said standing up, I knew that I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, and that I'd probably sit in the bed, waiting for some type of answer or information.
"do you need me to come—" Tommy started, but I quickly cut him off.
"no—I mean—I just want to be alone right now—I think" I trailed off and didn't look back going up the stairs, turning the corner to my room, and closing the door. Just a couple hours ago, Wilbur had locked me and Tommy in here, and made it official that we were dating.
"time fly's by when you're having fun" I scoffed sarcastically, at this point It hadn't hit me what was actually happening, I flopped down onto my bed. I picked up my phone hoping it would give me some type of escape or distraction from the current events happening downstairs. But after a couple aimless minutes of scrolling through social media i resorted to listening to music. I pressed the first playlist on Spotify and set my phone done. I laid against the soft duvet atop the bed and stared at the wooden ceilings. I didn't realize what was playing until I started mumbling the words un-consciously.
(you can start playing Burning pile, By: Mother Mother, if you wanna sing along)
All my style
All my grace
All I tried to save my face.
I raked my fingers through my hair and noticed my breathe quickening. Trying to ground myself, I focused on the lyrics to the song.
All my guts try to spill
All my holes, try to fill.
All my money been a long time spent
On my drugs, on my rent
On my saving philosophy
It goes, one in the bank, and the rest for me.
I felt my pulse slow, so I calmed down a bit. Still mumbling the words, I closed my eyes and decided not to think of anything else. Not my parents. Not my worrying friends. Not tommy.
It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I slowly started thinking of the words and their meaning, what purpose do they give.
My mama, lonely maid
Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid.
My papa, renaissance man
Sailed away and he never came back again.
I thought of my favorite words, defenestrate, temerity, Panpsychism, Nascent,
Ineffable.
All my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates.
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
All your woe bygones be gone
I said all your troubles, you don't need a thing.
Ineffable. What's happening right now is anything but ineffable.
All my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim
Throw my troubles at the world again.
"what's the opposite of ineffable?" I mumble.
It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I'll take my turn
Ineffable: to great to explain in words. So the opposite would be explainable.
But what's happening isn't explainable.
To burn burn and burn, and burn and burn
Nor explainable or Ineffable.
Deep in thoughts, I hear my door open.
"hey"
Iris.
"hey" I mumble, still laying on my bed. She sits on the end of the bed and crosses her legs.
"I don't want your help" I say before she can start empathizing.
"technically, you would be helping me" she says scratching her neck.
"and how is that?" I snapped.
"well I study for this type of thing; you could use me as a human punching bag. That's what I do" she raised an eyebrow as I sat up against the headboard.
"I don't want to talk" I hug the pillow up my chest.
"that's fine" she shrugged but stay put.
"I can talk if you want me to" she suggested. I recognized it would be a good source of distraction, so I nodded.
"what do you want me to talk about?"
"anything" I set my chin at the top of the pillow. She thought for a second before starting to speak,
"I have a cat; her name is Juniper."
"comes from Latin origin, I think it means young" I cut in.
"it certainly does" she smiled.
"so you like naming things with meanings too?" I asked sheepishly.
"yeah, my parents did that with me, and I thought it was cool" she answered.
"what does Iris mean?"
"wisdom, hope, trust, and valor" she answered, tugging at her earrings, today they are mini-rubber ducks, I remember Quackity joking with her about how she was stealing his brand.
"That's sweet, I don't think Molly means anything, I never bothered to check."
"It means star of the sea" Iris quickly answered knowingly.
"really?" I thought about it for a second before mumbling,
"ineffable"
"what?" She said confusingly.
"ineffable, the star of the sea, is ineffable—" It was a sudden realization, the star of the sea was ineffable, to great to explain in words.
For the first time this evening, I let out a small smile.
a/n: it's all coming together. and you alll wondered why i used stars for the themeeee....
remember to drink water snd eat something bc you are like super hot 💅🏼