Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And She Sleeps ( Chapter 3 )

Unseen Scars Chapter 3

 

Vash slowly opened his eyes, tears stained on his cheeks. That dream. That damned dream again. He'd had it before, always the same. Meryl was wounded, he hugs her, and Knives shoots him. And every time it seems as though Knives was regretful. Like it was not his intention to do so. But none the less, Vash soon fades away.

 

The tall man often wondered why those dreams came, but the subject at that time being was who or what was holding his hand. To answer such a simple question is just as well...simple. He rolled over to look the culprit in the eye. But the culprit he knew so well to be Meryl, was fast asleep.

 

Vash smiled, not really caring why she was there. To him, everything was unexpected, so he didn't have time to ask why about every good or bad surprise he got. This was definitely a good wound though. What guy in their right mind wouldn't like to wake up to a beautiful woman asleep, her head lying next to his hand, while clasping it tightly? To Vash, this was definitely a blessing.

 

Smiling, Vash sighed and decided that she would most definitely kill him if she woke up here...like this...with him. Letting go of her hand, unfortunately, he rose from his bed. She snuggled against the edge of the sheets, causing the man to stifle a small chuckle. Letting the moment pass, he put one arm under her knees and the other under her neck, carrying her to her own bed.

 

Vash looked at the bed, hoping to one day fill the empty space in the king size bed. In other words, he hoped one day she'd feel the same as he did for her. None the less, he laid her limp body on the bed to sleep. Leaving the space empty once again.

 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he once again admired her beautiful face. Her pale complexion, her red lips, her slightly blushing cheeks, her red lips again. Oh those lips so luscious and bright how they taunted him so. He longed to taste them. Longed to love them. To love her. For her to love him. Just for one night. But then at the end of the night he so wished for, he would once again wish the same. Because one night will never be enough.

 

Vash walked towards the door when a small voice stopped him.

 

“Please...”

 

Meryl had tears pouring down her cheeks. “Please believe me...”she cried, her voice slightly raspy.

 

Vash walked towards her again, worried about her nightmares. “Meryl...shh...” He said, trying to sooth her gently. He laid her head against his shoulder and petted the back of it.

 

“I'm not a liar...I'm not...” She cried and held him tight. “I'm sorry...I'm sorry...”

 

Vash tightened his grip and whispered soothing prayers in her ear. “Shh... it's okay... everything is alright now...”

 

“You...you killed it...”

 

His eyes widened. Who killed what?

 

“Mom... you killed her...”

 

Her?

 

“Momma, you killed my baby...”

 

Vash held her tight, slightly wondering how it happened, or if maybe Meryl was just imagining the whole dilemma in her dream. Never the less, he held her tightly, empathizing with her as she cried on his shoulder.

 

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“Why didn't you come to my funeral Meryl?”

 

The petite girl furrowed her brow. “Because I don't know you.”

 

“But...am I not your mother?”

 

“Aren't mothers supposed to believe daughters in serious situations?”

 

“Aren't daughters supposed to tell the truth in serious situations? You lied the whole time! Howard never touched you! He went to jail for no reason and you know it! He loved you Meryl!”

 

“Don't I know it...he loved me a BIT more than I wanted him too though.”

 

“Shut up!” Carol screamed, her voice echoing in the white abyss. “You're lying! You've always been a liar! Tell the damn truth!”

 

“Please! Momma!” Meryl said, tears pricking her eyes. “For once! Please believe me!”

 

Carol walked over towards her daughter, arms waving and screaming, “Believe a lie? I'm not an idiot Meryl! I now you're a lying little whore!”

 

“I'm not a liar! I'm not!”

 

“If you're not lying then where's the baby!”

 

“You...you killed it.”

 

“What?”

 

“Mom...you killed her...”

 

“No...” Now it was the mother's turn to cry.

 

“Mom... you killed my baby. You pushed me down the stairs and killed her, taking away every chance to ever have another.”

 

“No...no...the baby...no...” Carol sunk to her knees and cried. Cried for all the years she thought of her daughter never coming back and now finding out that she was truthfully the cause of it. She cried for the baby she killed. And most of all, she cried because she caused her daughter so much pain and suffering even though she didn't deserve any of it. She caused all of it. Carol punished her daughter... for being raped. For losing her little bit of innocence involuntarily to her stepfather at the age of fourteen. “I'm sorry...I'm sorry for everything...I'm so sorry.”

 

“I know.” Meryl kneeled next to her mother and, for the first time in 9 years, she wrapped her arms around her in a gentle hug and cried on her shoulder.

 

“I've always loved you Meryl. You've always been my daughter.”

 

“I missed you Momma.”

 

“I missed you too.” Mother and daughter reunited at last. Mother finally being able to rest in peace.

 

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Meryl, for once in a very long time woke up in peace. And, for the first time since her father died, she felt safe. AS if the man holding her had something to do with it.

 

Wait...man...blonde...tall...scarred...

 

“Vash?” The grip on the girl tightened before it let go and Meryl was able to see him clearly.

 

Vash yawned widely. “Oh...good morning.”

 

“Good morning Vash. Did you sleep well?”

 

Vash nodded with a dumb grin.

 

“That's good...but why are you holding me?”

 

“Oh uh... hehe...” Vash though for a second, wondering whether he should mention was she sleep spoke last night or wait...yes...wait to tell her...perfect. Now he just needed and excuse. “Um...well...I sleep walked in her...yeah that's it!”

 

“Oh really?”

 

“Really.” With that Vash was pounded down to the ground by an angry insurance girl.

 

“Start locking your doors then. That way you don't walk out of your room.” and she left the room to fix breakfast.

 

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“Milly?” Opening the door Meryl peeked inside.

 

“Mmm...” a lump in the blankets said.

 

“Milly... It's time to get up. We both have to work today.”

 

“Mm...five more minutes Mommy...” she groaned.

 

“Hmm...Milly...I have pudding.”

 

“Pudding!” The brunette screamed, standing on top of her bed.

 

“But you can't have it until this evening.”

 

“Aww...shucks.” Milly stepped off of the bed as Meryl left to fix a quick breakfast.

 

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Meryl looked around the room, wondering what to cook. Options were...pancakes, donuts, pudding, muffins, cereal, oatmeal, eggs, toast, and more. She decided on strawberry muffins.

 

The scent of strawberry quickly filled the house, causing Vash and Milly to head toward the source.

 

“I've never had strawberry muffins before Meryl.” Vash said, sitting at the table waiting eagerly for the fruit concoctions to be finished.

 

“You'll love them Mr. Vash, and Meryl always makes them perfect. You may like them as much as donuts.”

 

“Never!” He gasped.

 

“But maybe...”

 

“All done!” Meryl said, holding out a pan of strawberry pastries. “Take some.”

 

Vash took a cautious bite of his muffin and gasped. “They are almost as good as donuts!” With that, Vash took for more in each hand and ate them in a flash.

 

“Any more?” He asked, spewing muffin crumbs everywhere.

 

“Not for you. I have to eat too.”

 

“Aww...”

 

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Meryl walked along the dusty street, having abandon Milly at the construction site of a new building. It was cold out, and she had to actually wear her cloak for more than just a place to hide her derringers, but it was still cold. She could see her breath in the air like fog. It wasn't usually cold like this during the day and without a satellite, she worried how cold it would be in the night.

 

The blue haired girl walked on, holding her arms for warmth, but suddenly stopped, seeing a single white flake touch the back of her hand and disappear.