The House Part 18

Chapter Two It Happened One Night Part Two: Depression
Margret was crying. She laid on her bed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. She was not a crier. She had never cried like she was now before, not even after Philip's death. Maybe that was why she was crying so violently now, all the pent up sorrow of her entire life.
“He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead.” She repeated over and over again. “He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead.” Over and over, again and again, her sobs getting more and more violent.
“HE CAN”T BE DEAD!!” She finally screamed and rolled off the bed. She fell onto the floor and rolled over onto her her back. She sniffled a little and then fell silent. Suddenly, she jumped up off the floor and ran to her closet. She had it all to herself now that all her roommates had either turned traitor or been killed. She grabbed her gun belt and threw it on the bed. She ran over to the bed and grabbed the gun belt again. She pulled the pistol out of it's holster and tossed the gun belt across the room. It slammed into the wall, leaving a big dent in it.
She walked towards the bathroom, holding the pistol in her right hand, her left throwing open the bathroom door. She walked to the center of the room and stared deeply into the mirror.
“Goodbye life.” She said raising the gun to rest against her temple, “Hello Philip.” She closed her eyes and squeezed the trigger. The gun clicked.
“NO!!” She screamed throwing the gun away from her body. It flew into the shower, smashing through the glass door.
“I'm a total failure. I can't even kill myself for God's sake!” She sobbed, falling to the floor badly banging her head, “Ow, ow, ow. God Almighty.” She tried to raise herself off the floor but she fell back down, banging her head on the floor again.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow.” She moaned, curling into a ball, “God just make it end, please, just make it end.” She began to cry again when her front door opened.
“Margret?” Matthew asked, peering into the dark room, “Hello? Are you home?” He walked through the apartment until he came to the bathroom.
“Margret?!” He cried running into the room, “What in God's name is going on?!”
“I want to die.” She continued to sob, “I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.”
“It's alright.” Matthew said gently, sitting down next to Margret who laid her head in his lap. He began to stroke her fiery red hair as she continued to cry.
“It's alright.” Matthew repeated, “It's alright, it's fine. Everything is going to be fine.” Margret continued to cry until finally, totally shocking Matthew, she fell asleep. Matthew gingerly slipped off his jacket and laid it on the ground. Then, even more gently, he lifted Margret's head out of his lap and laid it on his jacket. He then quietly exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly as he left.
He walked into the outer room and picked up Margret's phone. He dialed John's number and ran his hand through his hair as it rang.
“Hello?” John said, picking up.
“John,” Matthew said, “It's Matt, we have kind of a big problem..”
“What is it?” John asked, worriedly, “Are you alright?”
“I am,” Matthew said, “But Margret isn't.”
“My God,” John said, “What happened?”
“Well,” Matthew said, “I needed to ask her some questions so I walked to her room and knocked on the door. Nobody answered and it was unlocked so I opened it, thinking that I'll just leave a note for her if she wasn't there. I walked through the apartment, making sure that she's wasn't there and I saw her curled up in a ball on her bathroom floor with glass all over the floor.”
“What?” John asked, disbelievingly, “There was glass all over the floor? Why?”
“Because,” Matthew said, “she had thrown a handgun through her shower's glass door.”
“She threw her pistol through her shower's glass door?” John repeated, shocked.
“Yeah.” Matthew confirmed, “And then I go running in to make sure that she's alright and she starts sobbing and saying she wants to die.”
“Oh My God.” John said, “Ok, I'm on my way. Where is she now?”
“She fell asleep and is laying on her bathroom floor. I think that you might want to bring along a doctor.”
“Yeah,” John said, “Ok, you just hang tight there, I'm on my way.”
“Good.” Matthew said and hung the phone up. He ran his hand through his hair again and walked over to the wall. He bent down and picked up the gun belt. He turned it over and over in his hand and then walked over and laid it on Margret's desk.
He then decided to check to make sure that Margret was alright. He walked to the bathroom and gently opened the door. Margret was still asleep, breathing in and out gently. Matthew gently shut the door again and walked into the outer room. Suddenly the front door swung open and John walked through, followed by Lara January, one of the House's doctors.
“Where is she?” Lara asked, holding her black doctor's bag.
“In the bathroom.” Matthew said, pointing.
“I'm going to have to ask the two of you to leave.” Lara said, “Doctor Patient confidentiality, I'm sure you understand.”
“Yes,” Matthew said while John nodded, “Of course, totally. Will you let us know how she is?”
“Later.” Lara said, “Now please leave.”
“Sure.” John said and both he and Matthew left the room.
“So,” John asked, “What do you think was wrong?”
“With Margret?” Matthew asked absentmindedly.
“No with the socio-political atmosphere of the House.” John said sarcastically, “Of course with Margret!”
''What about her?” Matthew asked, still distracted.
“What about her?!” Johna asked, disbelievingly, “What do you think of her new hair style? Dude, get your head in the game! What do you think is going on with Margret? Why did she go nuts like she did?”
“Well,” Matthew said slowly, “We have all been under a lot of stress recently.”
“True.” John said, nodding, “But none of the rest of us are lying on the bathroom floor weeping and throwing guns through our shower. Why do you think she did that?”
“No idea.” Matthew said.
“Did she try and kill herself, do you think?” John asked.
“Well,” Matthew said, thinking intently, “Since she is still, you know, alive, I'd say no.”
“Valid point.” John said, “But then how did the gun get there?”
“Who knows?” Matthew said, “Look John I want to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning.”
“Ok.” John said, looking at Matthew out of the corner of his eye, he was acting very strange, “Good night.”
“Good night.” Matthew said and walked off. John shook head, something very strange was going on. First Margret falls to pieces and then Matthew acts like a totally different person. Something seriously peculiar was going on.