So this is part 1 of a three-shot I’ll be doing, as an alternate ending to my story “Knights in Shining Armor”. You don’t HAVE to have read “Knights” first, but if you want to, you can.
Link is here: link and link. This is pretty dark, so if you don’t like dark, don’t read. Oh, and the song is “Iris” by Goo Goo Dolls.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now...
He slid on the ground, the rough earth tearing his shirt and leaving deep scratches in his skin. His blood mingled with the puddles all around him, the bloodstained dirt and broken glass told him he was close. His throat was parched, his lungs burned, but he kept going. He had to find her, if it was the last thing he did. Where are you? he thought desperately. Aisling, where have you gone?
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight...
There. Jackson pulled himself up, surveying the building. He smashed the glass, dragging his thin, ragged body through the hole, wincing as his exposed skin was sliced by the jagged edge. He dropped down to the floor, the blood oozing from his cuts. He tried to get to his feet, but found his legs were too weak, so he collapsed again, resorting to dragging himself across the cold tile. The only light in the room came from the hole he had smashed in the wall, and that was only a sliver of a moon, on a cloudy night. He managed to pull himself across the floor, having no idea where he was going in the darkness, until finally, he saw a pinprick of light. He followed it.
The light was coming from another room, floored with the same cold tile. It came from a tiny stub of a candle, flickering, most of the wax already melted down, dripping in long tendrils down to the floor. He dragged himself into the room, and what the light illuminated paralyzed him.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive...
Jackson let out a wail. The blood. Why was there so much blood? He somehow managed to draw closer, the thick crimson liquid staining his palms and his skinned knees. He lifted one hand, the blood dripping down his arm, and examined the torn piece of dark fabric that sat in his fingers. He wiped it off. It was a piece of her shirt. A few feet away--she would have known the exact distance, a thought that made his heart stir and his blood bubble--lay the rest of the shirt, and not too far from that lay her pants and undergarments, all torn and bloodstained. And there lay the body. He forced himself to come up to it, and he screamed again, hot tears spilling down his dirt-streaked cheeks. Shaking with sobs, he stared at her body, naked, broken, lifeless, pressing his hands into her neck, wiping away the layer of blood that was still oozing out. He carressed her cheek, burying his head in her thick dark hair. “I’m too late!” he wailed. “Oh, Aisling...I’m too late...I’m too late...”
He stared at her glassy turquoise eyes, still open, widened in terror--her last moment of horror before the blade pressed into her neck--and carefully, he closed them, letting his head drop to her chest, ignoring the pools of blood. His voice cut the night, as, softly, he began to sing.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am...
He paused, letting his emotions overtake him. Later, he knew, there would be anger. Later, it would come, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. But now, there was no anger. Only grief, bitter, guilty, solid grief. His voice dropped to a whisper.
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I.......am..
So..what did you guys think? I’m actually not sure if I want it to be a 3-shot or just a one-shot, so feedback and your opinions would be great!
Link is here: link and link. This is pretty dark, so if you don’t like dark, don’t read. Oh, and the song is “Iris” by Goo Goo Dolls.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now...
He slid on the ground, the rough earth tearing his shirt and leaving deep scratches in his skin. His blood mingled with the puddles all around him, the bloodstained dirt and broken glass told him he was close. His throat was parched, his lungs burned, but he kept going. He had to find her, if it was the last thing he did. Where are you? he thought desperately. Aisling, where have you gone?
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight...
There. Jackson pulled himself up, surveying the building. He smashed the glass, dragging his thin, ragged body through the hole, wincing as his exposed skin was sliced by the jagged edge. He dropped down to the floor, the blood oozing from his cuts. He tried to get to his feet, but found his legs were too weak, so he collapsed again, resorting to dragging himself across the cold tile. The only light in the room came from the hole he had smashed in the wall, and that was only a sliver of a moon, on a cloudy night. He managed to pull himself across the floor, having no idea where he was going in the darkness, until finally, he saw a pinprick of light. He followed it.
The light was coming from another room, floored with the same cold tile. It came from a tiny stub of a candle, flickering, most of the wax already melted down, dripping in long tendrils down to the floor. He dragged himself into the room, and what the light illuminated paralyzed him.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive...
Jackson let out a wail. The blood. Why was there so much blood? He somehow managed to draw closer, the thick crimson liquid staining his palms and his skinned knees. He lifted one hand, the blood dripping down his arm, and examined the torn piece of dark fabric that sat in his fingers. He wiped it off. It was a piece of her shirt. A few feet away--she would have known the exact distance, a thought that made his heart stir and his blood bubble--lay the rest of the shirt, and not too far from that lay her pants and undergarments, all torn and bloodstained. And there lay the body. He forced himself to come up to it, and he screamed again, hot tears spilling down his dirt-streaked cheeks. Shaking with sobs, he stared at her body, naked, broken, lifeless, pressing his hands into her neck, wiping away the layer of blood that was still oozing out. He carressed her cheek, burying his head in her thick dark hair. “I’m too late!” he wailed. “Oh, Aisling...I’m too late...I’m too late...”
He stared at her glassy turquoise eyes, still open, widened in terror--her last moment of horror before the blade pressed into her neck--and carefully, he closed them, letting his head drop to her chest, ignoring the pools of blood. His voice cut the night, as, softly, he began to sing.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am...
He paused, letting his emotions overtake him. Later, he knew, there would be anger. Later, it would come, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. But now, there was no anger. Only grief, bitter, guilty, solid grief. His voice dropped to a whisper.
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I.......am..
So..what did you guys think? I’m actually not sure if I want it to be a 3-shot or just a one-shot, so feedback and your opinions would be great!
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Trying to explain to Skylar why and what she wont say, and why the past may not matter, and why life sucks
Life Is a Sin : by Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us fire and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But you wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Life Is a Sin : by Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us fire and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But you wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, orange eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being given into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a year later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after reading a note left with the heir loom by her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.