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Shattered Glass

The Sounds Of Shattered Glass

Daniel sat in the silent shadows of the infirmary's isolation room. Alone. Bregman was long gone, along with the last moments of Janet's life. Those few seconds, the end of one of the brightest stars Daniel had ever known.
Anger had resigned to the dark place where all the crap in one's life resides; leaving that pierced hollow space housing the concept of true loss. Or as Janet would have put it 'hiding out sucking down the last of my whisky Doctor Jackson'...how aptly sacrilegious. It's her fault anyway. If she hadn't shown him where she hid it in her office (for medicinal purposes - stress relief if you will) after Sha're's death, he would never have known about it. He bet there was a whole lot more he didn't know about her. But hey, he did know more than most.
He knew she drank tea, not coffee. Something about antioxidants mixed with a year abroad in England, she never looked back. He knew she had an affinity for Gilligan's Island along with an unfathomably meek understanding as to why he Daniel Jackson thought she looked like Mary-Ann. The thought still made him grin,... he'd always had a crush on Mary-Ann. He knew she loved Cassie more than life itself and thanked god everyday for the child. She was a friend, a mother, a soul mate....a hero.
Daniel was done contemplating the unfairness of it all. He'd done that with his parents. You never find the answers you're looking for. He took a quiet breath, the desire to move, to get up unforthcoming. Raising the bottle to his lips he drained the last of Janet's finest and resolved that her secret would die with him. He studied the bottle noticing his faint reflection on the smooth surface. This is what she left behind. He is what she left behind. He gripped the bottle by the neck and hurled it at the nearest wall. Tears danced down his cheeks to the sounds of shattered glass.
The End.

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