As he walked out, Maggie looked around her for something heavy. She found a sort of wooden paper weight and threw it as hard as she could at the doorframe.
"AT LEAST I WOULD HAVE DIED KNOWING SOUL WAS SAVED!" She broke down crying again. "I’m going to hell now. I took a life…I’m going to hell." she grabbed her locket and held it in one hand, pressing her forehead against the glass. "Oh Johnny, it’s all my fault. You told me not to go on that fishing trip. I should have listened to you…"——— She gently banged her head against the glass. What was she going to do? Could she get out? Could she get back to her old life? Could she?
"I’m coming home, Johnny.." She made a vow to herself and her life, she was going to get out. She was going to survive. She was going to live on. Theta…. Crap, she thought, I really screwed that up…but I had every right to be angry! If I want to be upset about being taken from my life and thrown here, I will be angry. I have that right. If he’s gone through so much he should understand it….I’ll make it right, now I just need sleep.
Maggie looked around the place and saw a comforter on a top shelf in a closet. It didn’t seem as dirty and disgusting as everything else, so she grabbed and went to the couch where Theta sat. She curled up on the couch and tried to fall asleep.
I stood in the hallway that connected the living room to the other rooms of the apartment, facing a window that looked out to the ocean. I shouldn’t have spoken to Maggie that way. While it could not be argued that the horrors I’ve experienced in Rapture were far worse, she’d faced them all in one horrific day, whereas my nightmare was gradual. I reminded myself to apologize to her the next time I could.
Hours passed and I was restless. I couldn’t pace as the heavy footfalls would awaken her. So I found a broken bed and sat on it, and I found myself in front of a dresser mirror that was cracked, but usable. I stood and looked at my face, a sight I hadn’t seen for so long I couldn’t remember the last occasion. I was pale, scarred, moist from sweat. I’d definitely seen better days, but it was a welcome sight to see that I was still a man and hadn’t given in to become the beast Rapture tried to create.
I thought of Maggie, of the love she’d lost. I wished there was a way I could help her, but in all reality, I’d be staying behind as I found her a way home. I had no life up there anymore. All I’d had was lost forever.
when she woke up, Maggie couldn’t figure out why she felt so stiff. Oh, right, the corset. she thought. She never was used to sleeping in one of those. She rolled over and stared at the water stained ceiling, running a hand over her face. "Theta." she mumbled, "I need to fix that." She threw off the blanket and sat up. "God this place smells so bad." Maggie shook her head and stood, trying to stretch out. It was useless so she walked over to the bathroom and checked the mirror. "Of course it would." In her sleep her hair had fallen down. She took it down, unpinning all the destroyed curls. She then ran her hand through it, shook it out a bit, then pinned it up in a messy, but pretty, bun. She sighed heavily and walked to the door, ready to hunt down Theta.
She passed down a hallway, trying to locate the behemoth. Room after room, she poked her head in, looking for him. When she finally found him, he was sitting on a broken bed. His helmet was off and she could fully see his disfigurements. Poor guy, he must have gone through some terrible things. "Theta? Um……." She stood outside the door, not knowing what to say. Then she saw his on his forehead a bit of blood trickle down. He must have gotten hurt in the skirmish…. "You’re bleeding…." She walked up to him and kneeled down at his feet.Ripping off a piece of the fabric on the bed, she began to gently clean the injury, dabbing his face gently. His eyes are so blue…almost as blue as Johnny’s…but there is a bit more green in them…kind of like the sea…