This Is Not Okay...

[Gideon Prewett]

I stood in a large empty room with no memory of how I'd got there.
"Yellow?" I call out, "Anyone around?"
Nothing.
I glance around again, there were a load of chairs and what was that? A coffin?
Yeah, a coffin.
I make my way towards it, then stop dead. That was me.
"No more firewhiskey for you, Gid..." I reprimand myself under my breath, very unnerved by the sight of my own dead body.
"Okay! Let me wake up now!" I announce loudly, "I'm ready to wake up now!"
Nothing.
I sigh and make to pinch myself only for my hand to pass straight through my arm.
I blink in surprise and try again, panic rising in my chest, then look back at the body, then look down at my body.
Oh...fuck...
This is so not okay.

[Isabella Knox]

I walk in through the big wooden double doors as i hear someone shout.
I blink slightly, seeing a semi-transparent figure ahead of me. I hear them shout again and i freeze as the voice is sickeningly familliar. I feel a lump rise in my throat as i stand there in the almost empty hall, staring at the ghostly figure. My hand slips on the glass of water i was holding and it falls to the floor, shattering at my feet.

[Gideon Prewett]

"No, no, no, no, no..." I mumble, watching the body in the coffin, attempting to hit the wood but only for my fist to pass straight through it, "FUCK! NO!" I roar.
Then I hear glass shattering behind me and lurch around, stopping dead still at the sight of Isa, falling silent immediately.

[Isabella Knox]

As the figure not too far in front of my turns round quickly, a loud gasp escapes my lips and my hand automatically clasps to my mouth in shock. It was bad enough hearing his voice, but seeing him standing in front of me felt like someone was sitting my my chest. Another sound escapes my lips, this time in the form of a slight sob ans i stare at him wide-eyed. Unable to make any other sound come out of my mouth.

[Gideon Prewett]

I open my mouth to speak, then close it again when no sound comes out, just watching her, feeling a very hard emotiont o describe well up in my chest. Kind of like sadness, but regret, confusion...maybe, I wasn't sure.
"I'm-...I'm dead." I say very quietly, still looking at her, "Isa-...Isa, I'm d-dead."

[Isabella Knox]

I blink again furiously, trying to stem the tears that were starting to silently drip, one by one, down my cheeks. I dither on the spot slightly, not knowing whether to step forwards towards him, or step away.
"G-Gid i-..." I begin trying to talk but i'm unable to finish due to that large lump that had settled itself in the back of my throat. "I-i know." Is all i manage to say before i have to tear my gaze away, for once, unable to look at him.

[Gideon Prewett]

I keep looking at her, even though she's looking away from me, feeling the ghost equivalent of a tear appear on my cheek.
"I-...I don't-...don't want to be." I manage to say softly.

[Isabella Knox]

I look up again. Watching sadly as what appears to be a tear rolls down his slightly see-through cheek. My breath catches in my throat again at what he says next and i automatically walk towards him, attempting to put my arms around him, but shrinking back suddenly as if i'd been burnt, when my arms just seem to go through him, giving the normal feeling of being put under an ice-cold shower. I look up at him, staring into his eyes, my vision blurring slightly through my tears. "I d-don't want you to be either." I reply hoarsely.

[Gideon Prewett]

"I don't-...I don't understand," I say softly, almost flinching as she can't touch me.

[Isabella Knox]

I fold my arms across my chest, not knowing what else to do with them and look away for a moment before looking back up at him. "You and Fay-...deatheaters-..." I say softly. Not even wanting to know if this was reality or not. Whether i was just a sad figment of my imagination. I felt the weight on my chest increase as i let out a small badly hidden sob. Though i wasn't even going to try to imagine what it must be like for him.

[Gideon Prewett]

"Fay?" I say quietly, feeling as if something inside me was being torn up, sinking to the floor.
It was hard enough to even think about not being here, but Fay? Fay too?

[Isabella Knox]

I nod my head head slightly. "Yeah." I say softly, looking through him at the still body of him laying still in the coffin. I tried brushing away some of my tears but gave up quickly as more continued to fall. "I've m-missed you so much Gid." I say in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

[Gideon Prewett]

"I love you Isa." I say quietly, "I never told you enough. I'm so sorry. I love you."

[Isabella Knox]

"I love you too Gid, so so much." I choke out softly. Finding it hard to believe how those three little words that used to lift me up, seemed to be tearing up my insides. Though not because i didn't want to hear them. But because the person that had said them and was saying them now, was dead-...untouchable. I look up at him, knowing the pain that i felt was showing through my eyes.

[Gideon Prewett]

I look away from her, at the floor, trying hard to stop tears that had come for the first time in years, as long as I could remember.
"How is everyone?" I ask softly, choking on my words slightly, "You? Kim? Molly? Maddie? Ian?"

[Isabella Knox]

I follow his gaze to the floor, watching him cry felt like i was being stabbed in the chest. I'd never seen him cry before, not once, and it felt like it was killing me to watch him.
I glance up at him again. "Bad." I say softly, not able to say anything else for a moment. "Everything seemed to fall apart after you and Fay-..." I trailed off for a moment, not wanting to say it. "People are only just picking up the pieces, though there seems to be too many to even count." I continue quietly.

[Gideon Prewett]

I nod weakly, still looking at the floor, "My baby speaking yet?" I ask softly, "She growing up right?"

[Isabella Knox]

"Yeah she is." I say quietly, trying to smile. "Learnt lots of new words, growing up more and more each day." I add, then look down at the floor before saying. "Keeps asking when daddy's coming home."

[Gideon Prewett]

"Can I see her?" I say quietly, "Or would that upset her?"

[Isabella Knox]

"Yeah of course, i left her in the small playroom they have here." I say quickly. "I don't know if she'd understand or not. I don't think she'd get upset." I say softly.

[Gideon Prewett]

I nod shakily, attempting to run a hand through my hair in a stressed sort of way but not even managing that small contact.
I lean back, drawing a few breaths in an attempt to calm down.
Dead. Dead. Dead...
Shut up.

[Isabella Knox]

"Do you want me to get her now?" I ask quietly, watching his stressed face carefully. Feeling awful.

[Gideon Prewett]

I nod silently, knowing it'd make me feel worse that I couldn't hold her, either of them, that I couldn't tell them it'd be alright without lying, but needing to see her anyway.

[Isabella Knox]

I nod and look up at him. "Please don't go anywhere, even if i have gone mad with depression and you're not actually here, please stay." I say with a pleading voice, knowing how pathetic it sounded, be refusing to care.

[Gideon Prewett]

I stand and walk over to her so I'm standing right in front of her, wishing more than anything I could just reach out to reassure her, hold her just one more time, "I'm not going anywhere, promise."

[Isabella Knox]

I nod slightly, trying to real reassured by how close he was, though saddened by that fact that i couldn't reach out and touch him, no, not anymore.
With one quick, fleeting glance back i rush out of the hall. Returning shortly with Kim balanced on my hip. I had no idea what to tell her, so i'd just told her that we were going to meet someone. I walk up to Gid slowly, not really knowing what to say.

[Gideon Prewett]

I feel a lump stick in my throat, "My favourite girls..." I say softly, forcing a weak smile.
"Hey Kimmy, how are you doing hunn?" I ask softly.

[Isabella Knox]

Kim stares at him for a moment before recognision dawns on her small face. "Daddy." She says with a small smile, reaching out to him, wanting to be held. I look at him, knowing it was probably tearing him up inside that he couldn't touch her.

[Gideon Prewett]

I feel like my heart's literally being ripped out of my chest, but I hold out a hand to her, letting her touch it if she wanted to, so she could understand.

[Isabella Knox]

Kim tries to grab onto his hand as he holds it out. But pulls away quickly as her hand just passes through his. She looks up at him, that look of 'I don't understand' planted all over her face. "Daddy." She says with a pained voice, trying once more to grab his hand. I look away for a moment, unable to take in the heartbreaking scene in front of me.