Epilogue- Jenny Melnick

Author's Note: Hey guys! I tried to fill in Nat's life since she left Alaska, but sorry if I missed any loose ends or forgot anyone. I'm also not really sure how the filming industry works, so I tried to be vague and I hope I didn't write anything too unrealistic. If you pay attention you may notice a familiar face... Thanks for a great semester, hope you all have a good summer!

EPILOGUE

“Action!” she yelled. It was their final take of the movie. Not the film she had been working on before, but a new one. She had left the film about her brother in Alaska, where it belonged. It was midday, the sun was hot, and Nat was starting to sweat. She was still getting used to the Georgia heat, thick and wet in the summertime. She wiped the sweat off of her brow and leaned forward, watching the action unfold.

She was working on a film that was based on a best-selling book from a few years before. It was what she would have called garbage during her college years, featuring a supernatural love triangle between three teenagers set in a dystopian America. While it certainly was no Citizen Kane, it paid well and she got to practice doing what she loved. It was turning out exactly the way Nat wanted it; on time, under budget, and without any catastrophes.

She looked over to see Eugene holding the sound mic. Built up with muscle now, he would never dare let it swing into the frame or hit someone on the head. She was shocked when he originally called her. She had given him her card when he took her to the airport, and told him to call if he ever needed anything. They hadn’t talked for almost a year when he finally did.

“Hello?” She said, recognizing the Unalaska area code.

“Nat, hi. It’s Eugene.” She had just left lunch with her mother, something they started doing weekly.

“Eugene! It’s so good to hear from you, how is Unalaska?” Truth was, Nat didn’t really care about how Unalaska, or all of Alaska, for that matter, was doing. She felt betrayed by the land. After all that had happened to her brother there, she had tried to feature it, make it beautiful. But it just came back to ruin the rest of everything.

“It’s good, it’s good, everyone is fine. Listen, I was wondering if you know of any opportunities to work on a set, like I did with you here? Are you still filming?”

“I am still filming,” she lied. Truthfully, she had not been filming. She decided to take some time off, and she spent a year getting back on track after everything that happened. She had been living with her parents, which was surprisingly okay, and it took some time to find a new apartment and deal with the emotional baggage following her around, but she was actively looking for a job. “Although I’m kind of in between jobs right now, I’m sorry.” She heard Eugene sigh on the other end. “But the first I hear of anything I will call you first.” She didn’t know it then, but two days after this conversation she would be offered to work on a film with a small independent company, which would be her first stepping-stone to where she was now. She would tell them yes, as long as Eugene could come to. They would agree.

They had been working together ever since. He was always her one condition whenever she negotiated a new job, and since it wasn’t a job with a lot of glamour attached to it, typically nobody cared.

They weren’t intimate; Nat had always thought of him in a more brotherly fashion. Now that they were so close, she really felt like they were related. She liked to think that she gained another brother instead of replacing Phillip. In any case, she started dating Peter a year after her and Eugene became a team.

Peter was everything Jack wasn’t. She had only seen him once since he visited her in the hospital, and it was by accident in the grocery store. She started to think he was avoiding her, since she would never see him at the club both of their parents frequented so often, but she preferred it that way. Eugene once told her that Peter reminded him of Cody, and Nat said she thought so too. Susan once told her she thought that Peter was a mix of the best parts of Jack and Cody. He would sweep her off her feet with big, romantic gestures like Jack had, but he was still down to earth and sensitive, like Cody. He was able to pick up on her moods and feelings, unlike so many other men she had dated. He genuinely cared for her, and took steps to show her that.

Susan was taking a few years off from work. She had done a few projects when they went back to California, but then had gotten married and gotten pregnant. They still kept in touch and whenever Nat would go home for holidays they would make a point to visit. She always made sure to send the kids birthday presents. They called her “Aunt Nat.”

As she surveyed the rest of the cast and crew on the set, she focused on the lead actor. He was a rookie, this was his first ever film. Nat remembered her first open casting call. She had been determined to hire one of the characters from these auditions, but the first round made her seriously question that. She hadn’t known the rest of the executives very long, and was being careful not to step on anyone’s toes. They did not want anything to do with these “amateurs,” as they called them. They had been sitting all day in a poorly air-conditioned room drinking warm sweet tea, and everyone’s patience had been running low. An average looking man came in, smelling faintly like old friend chicken. Nat was surprised when he started acting, she thought he had some real potential, but the other directors cut him off and sent him away after a polite amount of time.

“Not that guy,” one of them said, throwing his resume in the garbage can next to him. “He was in a terrible movie a few years back, I don’t want that getting brought up again and attached to us.” Nat disagreed, but kept quiet, not wanting to start a fight when there was probably another average looking man about to walk through the door. She was very happy with the boy they had gotten to play the lead role anyway. He wasn’t very smart, but he was easygoing and was good at his job.

She looked around at the scenery. They were filming on a farm a few hours outside of Atlanta. She liked it out here, the people were friendly, the food was good, and somehow the sky seemed bluer. She liked the flatness of the land, compared to the rocky terrain in Alaska. The actors were nearing the end of their scene. She surveyed the rest of the crew, feeling proud for what she had helped put together.

The actors finished their last lines. “Is anyone sitting here?” “No, go ahead.”

“Cut!” she yelled. Everyone rushed to hug one another, crying and shouting. She had left her favorite scene to shoot last, where the two stars first see each other. She always liked to end each project by filming the beginning, because she knew nothing really ever ended.

Chapter 20

Authors Note: I hope I provided an adequate ending to the novel! It was hard to go from a moment of intense crisis to wrapping up, so I had to jump into the future a little bit. I hope you all enjoy it, and thank you all for a great semester!     

        For a long time there was nothing but numbness. Feeling nothing at all was better than turning her mind’s eye to the sight of Bill, lying on a gurney with burns all over his skin, or the terror in Susan’s eyes when she told Nat about Cody. This was all too much, things like this weren’t supposed to happen in tiny towns in the middle of nowhere in Alaska. It seemed like the moment the wheels of Nat’s plane touched down on the runway in Unalaska, things had begun to shift and spin out of control to the place where they lay now, broken and crumpled and completely unlike anything she could have imagined. 

The funeral for Cody had occurred the day before, but the doctor said Nat wasn’t well enough to leave the hospital yet. She had argued with the attendants, insisting that she had to go, but they had repeated over and over with blank faces that it was simply not possible. It hurt Nat to think about Barrie, the first person she had met in Unalaska, standing by the grave of the son whose card he’d given her on her first day. It was strange to think about that afternoon weeks ago, laying eyes on the cathedral and the hotel and the mountains for the first time. After the service ended, Susan and the other members of the crew came to Nat’s hospital room to sit in silence with her, each wrapped in their own thoughts without much energy for conversation. Bill had even wheeled himself into the room in a wheelchair from down the hall, still covered in bandages and a little loopy from the pain medication dripping into his arm from the IV stand he carried with him. 

Her mother stayed by her side in the hospital day and night without cease, and a few hours after the news had broken her father came too. Jack had come for a day and gone, claiming business in LA pulled him back, but Nat had a suspicion that his sudden departure was because he just didn’t know what to say to her. Now, there didn’t seem like much he could say to make it better. Sometimes Nat woke in the night to see her mother slumped over her bed, her head on the stiff hospital sheets. Her father sat in the chair in the corner, occasionally making runs to the the vending machines on the ground floor to sneak Nat and her mother bags of chips or candy bars. The sugar and salt of the junk food was a shock to her tongue in contrast to the bland hospital food. That is, they were when she could eat at all. 

         Nat watched her parents nod off beside her bed with a pang in her stomach unrelated to her illness; her parents deserved better than the harsh words and contempt she had so often shown them since she had left their house for college, then left California and their good graces. Despite the distance, both physical and metaphorical, they had come to her side without a thought or a word of reproach. They loved her, and they had loved her brother. They still did, and no matter how she held the hurt inside her like a private sorrow, it would have to be let out somehow. That was what the movie had been all along, she realized. She had lost herself in fervor and effort to protect a memory that could be shared with others. She did not have to remember alone: she couldn’t anymore. 

Looking at her parents provoked something strange in her. She didn’t know how to begin to mourn something she hadn’t even wanted, hadn’t anticipated. Yet the thought of a baby, as alien as it had seemed when she first discovered she was pregnant, had been a secret source of comfort in the hectic days of filming and long nights alone at the Grand Aleutian Hotel. When she had placed her hand on her stomach, it had felt like comfort, but now there was nothing. Maybe it was for the best: she had been wildly unprepared for this to happen, by all means. Her relationship with Jack was a gigantic unknown floating in the back of her mind. Now there was nothing but nostalgia to bind them together anymore. The movie couldn’t continue without a lead actor, any cameras, or a director that could hardly eat or stand without assistance. Everything was coming to an end. Soon there would be nothing left to do but get Eugene to drive her in his tiny pick up truck on the bumpy road back to the airport, and a few hours in the air before the wheels touched down where the weather was warm and the sun was shining. 

Three days later, she was released from the hospital. After assuring her parents for the millionth time that she had improved enough to be left alone, Eugene drove her parents to the airport. She had convinced them that she needed time to say goodbye to the town, to all the people she had met during her brief time here. Nat spent an hour in the hotel room packing up her things. She hadn’t realize how accustomed she’d grown to the wheeze of the ancient air conditioner, to the tiny bottles of shampoo and bars of soap lining the edge of the bathtub, and the itch of the old comforter on the bed. She sat reading at the desk for a while, but soon grew restless in the silence without the clicking of her laptop keys fixing the script or the soft click of the mouse editing film. She decided to walk to Amelia’s for a final time. Maybe the jolt of caffeine would give her the energy she needed to finish packing and pull herself together, she thought.

The short walk to Amelia’s seemed longer with the aches and pains her body still experienced. It was a relief when she made her way inside, the bell on the door giving a familiar tinkle, and sat at the booth that had seen so many script revisions, conversations with Cody or Susan, and internal panics about the status of the movie. Maria brought her a cup of steaming coffee without a word, yet the way she patted Nat’s hand when she reached for the mug was reassuring. Everyone in town must know, she thought. She sat with her thoughts for a while, cupping her hands around the warmth of the mug. She heard the door bell chime, and soon Eugene settled with a sign into the booth across the table from her. 

“How did you know I’d be here?” she asked after a moment. 

“Just intuition. There’s not that many places to go, and I guessed you’d want some time to think,” he said. 

Nat looked at him, at his faded flannel shirt, worn boots, and the map of lines at the corner of his eyes. Of everyone she had met in Alaska, Eugene knew her best. 

“You know Nat,” he said suddenly, then cleared his throat as if uncomfortable. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Maybe, Eugene. I’m not so sure right now.”

“Things may not have worked out here the way you thought they would (hell, the way any of us thought,) but you’re smart. And you’re capable. And you’re going to be okay.” 

She couldn’t say anything for a while, giving him a weak smile. He patted her hand fiddling with the silverware. “I promise.” He stood and left Amelia’s without another word, the door bell signaling his departure. 

She finished her coffee and left as well, walking in the melting snow along the road to the Holy Ascension of Our Lord Cathedral. Inside, the air was cool and quiet as always. She settled into a pew near the back and hugged her arms around herself. The weak afternoon sun shone through the stained glass, making patches of blue and red light dance on the floor around her. She had filmed Cody here only a few short weeks ago, and he’d looked so much like her brother that she’d filmed the same shot for minutes at a time, lost in daydream. She remembered the way Cody smiled and his unkempt brown hair, and the way her brother had been so fierce about his desire for adventure, that need he had to distinguish himself and find himself again in the mountains. She missed them both, but they didn’t seem so distant in the cathedral. The course of her life had taken so many unexpected and strange turns, and in its windings she’d lost them both, and now, she felt, found them again. She didn’t need a movie to remember them–they were, and she realized, would always be, safe and happy in her memories. Nat didn’t know what the future would hold once she left the Grand Aleutian, left Alaska, and entered again the world she’d left behind. But as the light of the stained glass danced around her, she knew she would be ready for it when it came. 

My Chapter is going to be late.

Sorry guys, but due to my show choir commitments this week, I havent had a chance to rework mine with the recent chapters. It'll be later tonight before it's posted.

Class Novel: Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Author’s Note: I think there is a lot left that can be done and I want to close the filming so that Nat can cope with all that is happening around her. I think her priorities will have to change and I don’t think she’d still have the motivation to do the film right now anyway. I also wanted to introduce Jack into the story. He’s been talked about too much to be a prop and not an actual character, so I decided to possibly give him a chance to enter the story if the next writer chooses to do so. Enjoy with popcorn.

Two days had passed and Nat was still in the hospital. She didn’t have the strength physically or emotionally to get out of bed just yet. Susan and Bill had both came by to see her a few times, but Nat was either sleep when they came by, or she would tell her mother to tell them she didn’t want visitors; at least not now. Nat felt guilty and embarrassed. She knew that she had her crew and Eugene to support her, but she couldn’t gather the courage to talk about losing the baby at the moment. Her mother stayed by her side the entire time though.

“Natalie? Susan came by an hour ago when you were asleep.”

Nat hadn’t really said much these past few days, even to her mom.

“Her and the crew are deeply sorry and brought you some cards and flowers. She said that she and a couple of them are going to shoot some scenes today with your digital camera by the volcano. She just wanted to let you know so that you wouldn’t be offended, with you not being there and all.”

“I won’t be,” Nat said.

Nat’s mom looked shocked that she had actually said something.

            “Honey, again, I can’t express to you how deeply saddened I am by this also.”

            “I know, Mom. I know,” Nat said.

“Your father is on his way back from Denver, and he’s going to pack some more bags for us and we’re going to stay a couple days here with you if you don’t mind? We know that you don’t want to come home, and but we also know that you don’t need to be alone right now.”

“Mom… thanks. This means a lot to me,” Nat said.

Nat’s mom’s eyes began to tear up.

“Anything for you, Nat. I know we don’t always see eye to eye on the choices you make with your life, but I will always love you, no matter what route you choose to take.”

This was one of the few moments in which Nat and her mom actually bonded and got close with one another. Nat never needed her Mom or Dad’s money, or connections, or opinions. But she did depend on them emotionally, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“Nat, there’s something else I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“Before I came up here, I did talk to Jack. And… I know you may not have wanted me to, but it would have been unfair to not let him know.”

“Mom! Oh shit… what am I supposed to tell him now?”

“Well Nat, he called me this morning and I told him what happened. He was at an airport in Portland. He’s already on his way up here.”

“Damn it,” Nat said.

Nat’s phone was vibrating beside her, but she ignored it.

“Well, honey. I think this is will be for the best. I think you’ll either find an opportunity with Jack, or maybe some closure. Either way, I don’t think it will be hurt to meet up with him.

Nat’s phone continued to vibrate.

“You know, Mom, I think you’re right. I won’t hurt. I mean I really don’t have a choice now, anyway.”

Nat and her mom heard the ambulance siren wailing off in the distance as it approached. Nat’s phone continued to vibrate, but she still didn’t pay it any attention. A group of nurses ran down the hallways with gurneys and medical equipment.

“I wonder what the hell is going on,” Nat’s mom said.

Nat got out of her bed and she and her mother walked up to her door to peak outside the room and see what was going on. They peered out to see 3 different sets of nurses rushing down the hall to bring people to the emergency care units. The first two gurneys zoomed by and had a crew member on it who had been burned on his left leg and another crew member who had hardened lava on her arm. The last gurney is what caught Nat’s attention. She was startled to see Susan running alongside the gurney along with two other nurses. Nat’s stomach dropped when she saw Bill lying on stretched out, unconscious, with burns over his face and all across his arms and chest. One of his arms was so severely burned that only the bone was still showing.

“Oh my God, Susan what happened!” Nat said.

“Nat... the volcano… it erupted while we were filming and it got most of the crew. I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up,” Susan said.

“How’s Cody? Was he there?” Nat asked.

“Nat… I’m so sorry. But he was too close to the edge and when the volcano began to erupt the ground shook and he fell in.”

“Oh, shit..”

Nat’s stomach sunk to the bottom of the floor. She fell to her knees, mouth wide open. She was too shocked to say anything, too shocked to even cry. It was as if everything that could possibly go wrong was happening to her.

Chaoter 18-Preston Estes

Author's Note

Sorry about it being a little late, work and all along with a major creative project.  I tried to develop the ties witht he mother a little bit more.  Please don't kill me when you get to the end.




Chapter 18

“Well?”

“Well what,” asked Nat as her mother turned to face her while taking off her coat.

“Aren’t you going to give your mother a hug, it has been ages since we have seen one another,” her mother said.

Rolling her eyes, Nat gave in to her mother’s demands.  She knew if she didn’t her mother would not let it go, until she got what she called a proper greeting between mother and daughter.  Nat stepped forward into her mother’s embrace, and tentatively put her hands on the taller woman’s shoulders.  The hug lasted for about thirty seconds, it would have been shorter, but her mother refused to let go.

“Now Nat, that wasn’t so bad was it,” she woman said as she stepped back.

“It was ok,” said Nat.  It was a little better than ok.  Nat felt a little better about her situation because of her mother’s assurance, but she will be damned if she ever let her mother ever know about that.

“Where’s Dad?  He didn’t come with you did he?”  Nat half expected the man to throw the door open and try to carry her back to California kicking and screaming.

“Goodness no,” said her mother. “If I brought him I would have to explain what was going on with you, and I knew that you didn’t want that now did you.”

“Thanks, but I know you are not here to just come for a visit.  Let’s get this thing over with so you can go back to California, and I can get back to my movie,” said Nat as she walked to the bed, and laid down.

She was already worn out, and they have not even got to the true reason for her visit. Her mother just nodded her head, and set down on the bed next to her.

“How far along are you,” asked the woman while glancing ather daughter’s hair.   It was greasy and untamed.  Had her little girl been taking care of herself.

“Three months and counting,” said Nat.

“Have you even thought about coming to California; staying up here, in an unfamiliar place, doing a highly stressful job is bad for both of your healths.”

“I’m not going back.  I have got too much at stake into this movie.”

“ ‘I,” said her mother.  “What about every one else?  As I recall it takes more than one person to make this movie.”

“Yes.  They have ust as much investede into to it as I do,” said Nat not looking at her Mom.

“Invested in it, they are, but nowhere near as much as you.  You are risking not only your health, but he health of the baby too.  Each and every day you stay here, you are taking a bigger chance at having a serious accident.”

“I need to finish this movie, it could make my career,” said Nat feeling like she was five years old getting scolded by her Mother.

“You need to let go of the past.  I know what this is really about.  I’m not stupid, I saw the earlier drafts in the garbage back home.  Your brother is dead, and you need to let him go.”

“I can’t.  Not until this movie is over; this is something that I need to do.  Im not like you and dad, I just can’t forget and let things go.”

“Its slowly killing you, Natalie.  You are pregnant now, but you are becoming much to thin, and your eyes are dull with lack of sleep, and you can barely breathe with even the lightest amount of exertion.  Its only going to get worse from here.”

“I can handle it.  I’ve done fine till done, and I will rest after the movie is done.”

“No you can’t.  You are going to be a mother soon.  You need to think more than about yourself Nat.”

“I’m thinking about other people than myself, I’m thinking about my brother since I’m the only one who has in the last year.”

Pain suddenly shot across her right cheek, as her face was forced to turn.  She brought her hand to her stining cheek, it was sore but nothing more.  There wouldn’t be a hand shaped bruise.

“Wake up Natalie Sophia Emerman! You are not the only one to think of him.  I think about him each and every day.  I see him at the dinner table laughing at the comic strips that he liked so much.  I see him leaving in that red truck going to work in the morning.  I even hear his last message running through my head each time I look at the phone.”

She looked up to her mother’s eyes and expected to see tears, but there was none.  There was only anger, determination, and sadness.

“We all have hurt Natalie.  Your father and I were hurt just as much as you were.  We cried and grieved our hearts out, but we eventually got over it.  We moved on.”

“How?” asked Nat.

“We knew that we had another child to look after, so we couldn’t have a pity party for the rest of our lives.  Just like you do now.”

Nat’s hand slowly went to her stomach, a slight pain shot through it, but she ignored it for the moment.

“I can’t give up on this movie though.”

“I’m not asking you too.  Im asking you to go back to California, rest, have the baby, and then give yourself some time to distance yourself from this.  The wounds are too new for this.  You can try again later.”

Nat stood up, ignoring the increasing pain in her stomach, and walked to the window.  She looked out onto the mountain an covered with snow.  The volcano was steadily releasing a thin white smoke.  The bay was calm, with a few boats on the water.

“What about the others.  They might not want to leave yet.  This means as much to them as it does to me,” Nat said while rubbing her aching stomach.

“They aren’t ready for this either.  They have only got a taste, and now they need to think about what to do.  If they like it they can come back, if not, well its up to them.”

Nat just stood quietly thinking.  Should she go back?  They were having so many difficuites right now, and with their one camera broken it looked hopless.  Would the others really except those reasons.  They could come back, but would they want too.  Her mother did have a point.  She thought of this as she reached a conclusion.

“Fine, I’ll talk to my team and let them decide what they want to do.  If they want to keep trying or if they want to leave and come back in a few years to try again,” Nat said as she turned to face her mother.

“That’s fair.  Now we need to-“

Suddenly the pain in Nat’s stomach grew to immense to ignore.  She fell to her knees clutching her arms around her stomach.  The pain came in pulses, and each pulse caused the world to go colorless, until it finished traveling up her spinal chord.

“Nat.  Nat.  Nat what is wrong,” her mother asked her.  She couldn’t breathe let alone answer.  She couldn’t even feel the hands of her mother on her shoulder.

Something wet, began to travel down her legs.  It was sticky and warm.  With her left hand she reached down to her legs, and touched the sticky liquid.  When she brought the hand back to her face, it was red.  Blood.  She was bleeding.  Suddenly the strongest pulse of pain traveled up through her body.  It was to much, and she blacked out.

The white lights were bright.  They burned behind her eyelids.  She tried to move in oder to get out of its path, but she felt so sore that she couldn’t move.  She hurt everywhere, especially in her stomach and nether regions. 

She heard someone talking.  Wanting to know what is going on, she opened her eyes.  She saw her mother sitting down in a chair next to her, holding onto her right hand.

“Mom,” her voice sounded hoarse and raspy.

“Shush honey.  You’re ok.  You’re ok.”

“Where are we?”

“You were in pain, and then passed out.  Eugene was nearby and called an ambulance.  You’re at the hospital.”

“Wh-what happened?”

At this her mother turned her head from her, and started at the ground as if it would swallow her up.

A doctor then walked in.  It was the same doctor from before.  The one who did the sonogram, except this time he was not smiling as he had been then.  He was frowning, a deep sad frown that had Nat worrying even more.

“What happened to me?  Is the baby alright?”

At this her mother and the doctor seemed to wince involuntarily.

The doctor looked up right at her and spoke the words that would change her.

“I’m sorry. The fall did more damage than what we realized.  It caused a puncture in the cervix cap.  Normally your body could have healed this quickly enough, but because of the medicine you had been taking and the stress it couldn’t.  This resulted in damage to the fetus.  Again I’m sorry, but the baby is dead.”