The Dead Room. Heather Graham

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СКАЧАТЬ just as he had been when a football struck her in the head when they were playing in the streets so many years ago. He offered the same smile he’d given her then, full of interest and amusement toward most situations, a dry smile. Even a bit rueful, as if, in the end, there was little to do but mock himself.

      “Matt,” she murmured, frowning, wondering why she couldn’t remember crossing the room to his side. And what was she doing on the floor? “You’re here.”

      “Yeah, I’m here,” he murmured. “For just this moment.”

      “Just this moment?” she queried. She wanted to reach out and touch his face. Damn, but he’d always been gorgeous. In a manly, rugged way, of course. Steady blue eyes, generous mouth, broad forehead, high cheekbones. Tall and in shape, he was the guy everyone would have hated if he hadn’t been so damned decent. So men liked him, and women loved him.

      Despite her confusion, she felt herself rise and turn toward the light. It had the most incredible power. She couldn’t resist it. She felt that it offered release from pain, from doubt.

      “No,” Matt said softly as he caught her arm. Or was that just her imagination? She turned her attention back to him, confused. She could no longer hear the string quartet that had been playing that evening. From a far distant place, she thought she heard screams and chaos.

      “Silly Rebel,” he said softly, as he had so many times when she was growing up. “You have to stay here. You can’t go yet.”

      “Who’s going to stop me, Matt Connolly?” she demanded. “You?”

      “It’s not your time,” he said. “Leslie, there are things you need to do. You are not to follow the light,” he said firmly.

      “Hey, are you holding out on me?” she demanded lightly, looking around and seeing people getting up and moving single-file toward the light. “Matt, I’m with you. We’re together. I have to get in line.”

      “We’re all in line, in a way, from day one,” he said very softly. “But not you, not now. You have to stay here. Some things are meant to be.”

      “Some things are meant to be?” she whispered.

      “Some things are meant to be,” he said firmly.

      He squeezed her hand, and heat shot through her.

      Then it felt as if she were jolted. As if they were interrupted.

      “Hey!” a deep voice called. “This one is alive!”

      It was as if she were watching a movie, but she was in it. There was a horrible scent in the air, as if something were burning. People were everywhere, running, shouting.

      There had been an explosion, she thought. Someone had screamed something about gas, and then a blast had seemed to rock the world. Yes! She could remember it now, the feeling of being lifted, of flying…slamming hard against a wall. But…she wasn’t lying against a wall.

      She was looking down on a scene of absolute chaos. And she was in it. She was lying in a row of sleeping people. She couldn’t recognize any of them. Matt…where was Matt? Emergency personnel were moving purposefully through the chaos, imposing order. The newly painted walls of the room were blackened and scorched. There had been a blast and a fire. Everything pointed to it.

      And she hurt! Oh, God, she ached everywhere, she thought, back in her body, no longer looking down on the carnage. The scent of charred wood…worse, the scent of charred flesh, filled her nostrils.

      Because the people she was aligned with were not sleeping.

      They were dead.

      She could see the open, glazed eyes of the woman beside her. Suddenly she realized that a man was hunkered down by her side. And it wasn’t Matt.

      “This one is alive!” the man yelled.

      Of course I’m alive, she thought.

      There was sudden confusion. People rushing over to her. More shouting.

      “Quick, or we’ll lose her! Her pulse is fading.”

      More people started rushing around her.

      “Clear!”

      There was a fire in her chest.

      Every bone in her body seemed to be in raw agony. She knew she needed to open her eyes, to take a breath.

      She blinked. The lights blazing all around her were the false and neon glitter of night.

      “We’ve got her! She’s back.”

      Then she was being lifted onto something soft and flat. She was dimly aware that someone was talking to the man at her side. Her vision of the scene around her suddenly seemed acute and agonizing.

      There were four bodies against the wall. And one of them was Matt.

      Then there was no light, no confusion. Just the horrible knowledge.

      Matt was dead.

      She started to scream….

      “Calm down,” a medic said. “Please…You’re alive, and we want to keep you that way.”

      Alive? Then Matt…

      “Please, you’ve got to help Matt. He’s alive. I was just talking to him. You’ve got to help him!”

      She saw the distress in the medic’s eyes.

      “I’m so sorry…”

      She was in the midst of hell on earth, she realized.

      Matt…

      She was vaguely aware of a needle in her arm.

      Then there was only darkness.

      1

      One year later

      Leslie paused for a minute, looking skyward. What a beautiful evening it was. The sky couldn’t have been a lovelier shade of violet. But then, the countryside in northern Virginia was some of the most beautiful in the world.

      More so than ever before, at least to her.

      In the past year, she had come to appreciate such simple thing as the colors of life. It had been such a strange year, filled with vividly conflicting emotions. The touch of the sun, the color of a dawn, seemed more intense than ever. The anguish of learning to live alone still interrupted the newfound beauty. Life had become doubly precious, except that she felt it was such an incredible gift that it should be shared…yet she was alive and Matt was dead.

      The setting sun was beautiful, and the night breeze sweet and soft. With that thought in mind, she closed her eyes and felt the waning brush of day against her cheeks. The warmth was wonderful.

      She sighed, then returned to work. She needed to hurry. The light would be gone soon.

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