Post by Will Wright on Jul 12, 2009 23:21:12 GMT
OOC: This is set straight after Timeout.
Children.
One of lifes many miracles.
They were everywhere. All around the world.
Playing.
Laughing.
Torturing each other.
Crying.
Teasing.
Pleasing.
Upsetting.
Wreaking havoc.
Children were what made up part of the world today. Adults made babies. Babies turned to toddlers. Toddlers to children. Children to teenagers. Teenagers turned to adults. Adults turned to old aged pensioners and in turn they ended up six feet under as ash or a rotting corpse. Life was crude. Life was hard. Life was unfair. Life was strange, unpredictable but most of all, life was..
"Life is life." the words were soft and gentle as they were emitted by the vocal cords. Nobody understood how life worked. Not really. Nobody could. The life cycle was strange and one you died there were many religions and cultures who blieved in what happened.
Christian, Muslim and Jewish religions believe the soul goes to Heaven.
Buddhists, Hindus and some other religions believed in reincarnation; that the soul was reborn into a new life whether it was human, animal or plant.
Atheists believe once you're dead, you're dead. Nothing happened. There was no spirit, no greater being to go onto. It's ended.
And then you got the people who didn't know or chose not to think about it. They would wait to see.
There were soo many religions with many differentials about what happened once you died. It got confusing after a while. To confusing to understand or even try to get a grasp of it.
Will didn't know. She wanted to believe there was an afterlife. That Heaven did exist, that God existed but how could she? She also thought the whole once-you-die-you're-dead thing made sense. So yes, she was confused by it all. She also knew that there was a spiritual plane were the souls or ghosts of people chose not to move on because they were holding onto something or they were to scared to move on.
No. Will had no idea.
She didn't even know if she wanted an idea. She was one of these people who chose to believe in the saying and song Come What May. She hated the musical that the phrase came from.
Feet were funny things. As were hands and noses and ears and eyes...the body was funny. Everybody knew the mechanics of it. Scientists had studied it. Given names to the organs and all that. The brain. The heart. The lungs. The liver. Even all the muscles. They knew how they worked, how they functioned, what they needed to keep them going, how fix them. Everything. They even had names for the diseases...diseases that could be cured, controlled, even the ones that killed somebody because they had no cure. Will knew this. She learnt about it through reading, taking classes, TV.
But there was one thing nobody knew how to control. How they it worked. How to cure. How to keep it happy and functional. One thing. Ok..not one thing, it had many of them. But nobody knew how to control them. How to keep them working. They were high maintenance. Hard work and at the worst of times, uncontrollable. Will was just about in control. Just.
She didn't know for how long.
She didn't know when they'd be loose again.
She didn't know.
And that was why she was walking in the residential area of Cardsdale. That was why she was here. So that if the control that she had over them failed. Nobody from the school would see her. So she wouldn't be in front of the mirror that was hanging in the bathroom wondering why she was useless at telling them what was wrong. So far, only Cass knew what was wrong. So far, she'd only gone to Cass for advice. So far, she didn't know what to do with this advice. Ok, she knew what to do, just not how to do it. She was pathetic at it. In front of the mirror every chance she got, trying to say it..but no. It always came out wrong and then she'd sit down and cry. Cry and cry and cry.
Was she not pretty enough?
She and Jack had been friends for quite some time now.
Maybe that's just what she was to him.
A friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
"Hahahaha, Jamie you're so stupid!"
"Am not!"
Will smiled sadly as she saw the children chasing each other around the swings. Children were the miracles. Will still wanted to be one. Maybe that's why he never took notice of her. Maybe she acted to childish. Maybe she needed to be more...adult-ish. Older. Act more her age.
The sky was overcast once again. It was windy, once again. And once again, Will was being mopey. Will was being an...she sighed deeply. No, she wasn't, she was just hurting.
These things that nobody would ever understand, that nobody would ever get a grasp at, never know how they would work, how to control them, how to keep them from getting out of their reach, how to stop them from getting in the way, from clouding their judgement. Everyon had them. Nobody could escape them. No matter how much they tried, nobody would or could escape them and sure you could talk about them but that never helped because nobody was ever in the same position. And these things..they were...messy. A horrible mess that could take forever to clean up, sometimes they never could be cleaned up.
These things were called Emotions.
They were horrible.
They were sticky messes.
They all had a gazillion names.
They were unavoidable.
Will knew this. She'd been through many of, if not, all of them. She hated them. She wished they'd stop haunting her. Just...go. She'd never been able to cope with her emotions properly. She could suppress them and pretend that she was fine but it was hard.
"Was ist mit mir falsch? Warum sieht er mich nicht?" she kicked the stone harder and further as she moved along. The residents were probably used to her by now, probably knew her by now, seeing as she spent quite a lot of time down here, or used to. She hadn't had much time to come what with all the injured. She hadn't wanted to leave but Nurse Gornray had all but kicked her out and told her to get some rest before she came back. But Will couldn't rest. Her mind and emotions wouldn't let her. She spent most of the night awake and thinking. Her brain buzzing. She was surprised she didn't wake Macy up, that was if Macy could sleep.
Every body was stressed. Everybody was restless. Hopeless. All awaiting Madeleine's return. No news had come. None. Will breathed in but didn't let her breath go. She held and held and held. She could feel the sheen of sweat over her face. Feel her heart racing. Her stomach heaving. Her head spinning. Her vision unfocused.
She let her breath out and swallowed, breathing in and out deeply. It was strange the way emotions affected your body. The effect it they had on you mentally. The means to leave you scarred. To destroy you. Enough to make you go insane. Enough to make you commit suicide. The emotions were morbid and relentless. Yes, they were wonderful at the best of times. But totally relentless at the worst. They would rule your life if you let them.
A door opened to her right and an old couple, all dressed up stpped out with huge smiles on their faces. They were going on a date. Love. Another miracle in the world. Some people totally void of the feeling. Others overwhelmed by it. But love took on many different forms.
Love for family and friends and pets.
Love for religion and god.
Love for music, tv programmes.
Love in general.
"Good afternoon," the old man nodded as they walked past.
"Guten tag." Will forced a smile and kept walking, the smile faded. Rounding the corner the beat of music came to her ears. Music. Whoever invented it was a saint. Seriously. Sometimes music was the only thing you found that related to how you felt. No matter what, music could relate to you; to your emotions, personality, state of mind.
"Warum sieht er mich nicht? Warum!?" she ran. Ran and ran and ran until she reached the edge of the park. She bent over and was sick. The vile taste. The horrible sensation. She stayed bent over for a few minutes before leaning back against the tree and breathing in and out deeply. She was hot.
"Are you ok?" a woman with her child came over to her.
"Yes. Thank you." she nodded, closed her eyes and slid down the trunk. No, she was not fine. She was far from it. She came out here to find a way to ask him. To tell him but nothing was coming of it.
All around her were miracles. Children, love, nature, science, religion..humans.
"OW! MUMMY!!!! JAMIE HIT ME!!!!" the wee girl shrieked and Will covered her ears and screwed her face up. Such an irritating sound. She gulped but it wasn't working.
She got up and sprinted. Sprinted across the park and around a couple of street corners until she found an alleyway. She ran down it and sat down beside one of the dumpsters. She started to hyperventillate. She couldn't do this. It was too much. She couldn't be around the laughter or the crying of small children. She just couldn't be around children. When she was all she saw was herself and Jack with their children. It hurt. It was too much to handle or even think about.
"Ich kann nicht- Ich tue nicht- Ich kann nicht- Ich tue nicht- Ich kannn nicht- Ich tue nicht- Ich tue nicht-" she gulped again and kept on panicking. It wasn't doing anything. She needed a paper bag. Desperately.
Ohno, no, no, no, no, no, no...NO!
She doubled over and vomited again. This was a disgusting filthy place. Just make it stop. Make the pain go away. MAKE IT STOP!!! PLEASE, PLEASE MAKE IT stop.
She cried out loud. But no matter what she did, it didn't make it better. Didn't heal her. Vomiting only made it worse. Crying made it ten times worse. Nobody had ever made her feel like this.
"GET OUT OF ME!" and she scratched her chest where her heart was. Scratched and scratched and scratched until she shed blood. Until the red, sticky, shiny, fluid came. And still she scratched.
It hurt like hell but at least it stopped her emotions torturing her.
Emotions were good at torturing.
Emotions drove people into insanity.
Emotions drove people into doing crazy things that you otherwise wouldn't do. Emotions were in control of Will. Emotions ruled her completely and were driving her crazy. They were the driving force behind her being sick and distressed.
There was only one way; one chance of fixing her. Of fixing them. Or completely destroying her and killing herself and leading her to be six feet under. She was still scratching, making it deeper. She needed them out.
"Just get out of me, leave me alone. Just, leave me alone." and her hands fell, her head hung, hair fell and her knees were dragged up to her chest were she buried her face and cried and cried. But crying only made it worse. Made the hole deeper and blacker.
Deeper.
Blacker.
Warum? Warum sieht er mich nicht? Warum mag er mich nicht? it was all she could think of saying. Repeating. He was all that was on her mind. Why couldn't he just see her?
She heaved again but nothing came.
Will? Will honey? What's wrong? Tell mutti what's wrong[/color]
"I can't. I don't-"
Yes. Yes, you can. You can tell me anything. You know that,[/color]
"I-I don't know...where or how to start," she whispered.
Well...what is it about?[/color]
"It's about a b-" Will stopped and changed her answer, "Jack. Jack Trove."
Ah yes. I know who he is.[/color]
"You-you do?"
Yes, I do. I watch over you any chance I get. I know what you've been going through. I can't stay long though. Will, don't let this boy-[/color]
"Mutti! The fact you just called Jack a boy proves you don't know him. He's not a boy. He's the one. He's the one I love. I can't stop thinking about him. He's all around me everywhere I go. I need him. He's more than just a boy,"
Ok, I'm sorry. Don't let Jack bring you down Will. If he's the love of your life or the one you love then why haven't you told him yet. He obviously can't take the hints. Why don't you just go up to him and tell him?[/color]
"It's not that simple or easy mum. His last girlfriend just died...well she wasn't really his girlfriend and he dumped his other one just before he went into battle. I don't want to hurt his feelings by coming onto him too soon or strongly and nor do I want to hurt hers. They're both my friends. I can't just go up to him that soon and tell him. But if I don't...somebody else might." she sighed and looked up at her mother, "What can I do?"
Well, first of all, don't hurt yourself over it. It's stupid. Secondly, calm down and stop hyperventilating. You shouldn't be vomiting over a guy. Thirdly, you will get your chance this time round. I know you will. I can see that you love him. I know you do but the time isn't right, not yet. But when it is, ask him, he'll say yes. Trust me.[/color]
"Then when? When will be the time ma? When? Wai-"
You'll know it when you feel it. You'll feel it and you will grab it before it passes by and slaps you in the face.[/color]
"Heheh, yeah right." she rolled her eyes, "That's a cliché."
Yeah, well, it's true. I believe it. And so should you. Don't give up hope just yet, Will, keep the dream alive for a little longer.[/color]
"I don't know how much longer I can stand. I'm finding it so hard already. A year and a half. That's how long it's been. A year and a half. I've all but giving up on hope if I haven't already."
Keep it going. For me. I've got to go honey. I'm sorry. Bye.[/color]
Will woke up to a loud bang. The roll of thunder sounded above her and then the terrentiol downpour started. A thunderous sky, pouring water droplets on the town and school and the flashes of bright, white light was what she had to walk through to get back.
She didn't even have a coat.
She sighed and looked up above her. Well at least the skies suit my mood and whoever else is up there. she though as she picked herself up from the dirty horrible ground. She didn't feel sick anymore. She didn't feel like the contenst of her stomach were going to come back up again. Not that it had any to bring back up. Her tearducts had run their course and the hole..well it was still there but it wasn't ad big or as daunting as it had been. Her mum had knocked sense into her.
A sharp stinging sensation brought her back to what she had done earlier. There were deep, raw scratch marks on her chest. That hadn't been a dream then. Every drop of water stung more and more. Physical pain was better than emotional pain. It was lesser burden to bear.
She went over what her mum had said in her dream. She was going to play her hand when she felt the time was right.How long away would that be? And how does she know he'll say yes? What if he doesn't? What if-
The thunder rolled once again and she started to walk out of the alleyway.
But when it is, ask him, he'll say yes. Trust me.[/color]
He'll say yes... Will was confused. How could her mum possibly know what he would say. What his answer would be. It made no sense at all. How could she...
As she walked out of the residential area a group of boys walked passed.
"Hey, Simon, look at her."
"She looks like a tramp,"
"Doesn't she have any sense of fashion at all?"
"Does she know what a shower is? Has she even seen one?"
"Hey tramp, ever heard of a shower?"
No, just leave me alone..please. Will kept her head down and walked passed them. Easy as- if only..
One of them grabbed her upper arm and swung her around.
"He asked you a question."
"So?"
"So?! So answer him you tramp." he spat at her.
"Let go of my arm and I might," she answered cooly.
"I like this one, she's got the nerve to answer back," one of them stepped forward.
"Let. Go. Of. My. Arm. Now." she glared at him keeping her voice calm and cool.
"Or you'll do what? You're just a pathetic girl who has tampyu clothes, trampy hair and hasn't seen a shower for a while."
"Oh, your words hurt me soo much." she answered sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
"Watch it love," another one spoke up, "You might end up getting yourself hurt."
"If anyone's going to get hurt, it will be you guys. And soo much more severely than if you hurt me." she smiled a bit.
"This girl knows how to stand up for herself. Too bad that we're going to have to teach her a lesson about speaking to her superirors."
They all started to move but before they could take their second step Will had kneed the one who was holding her in the scrotums and ran backwards before using her pyro powers to enclose them in a circle of fire.
"Fire burns boys, I wouldn't try to escape until they die down," she smiled as she spoke as one of them stupidly tried to escape but got burnt when we went close.
Then a song came to mind. One that suited her perfectly. The Ring of Fire. And all that feeling of despair and depression started to ease. She was in a burning ring of fire. She had been all this time. The ring of fire was love.
IT was Johnny Cash's metaphor for love. She was trapped and not getting out anytime time soon. Jack was her ring of fire. And she was content to keep it that way. She smiled as she walked throught the square and up the countryroad were she and Jack had all but liquified it. Her smile widened.
I do love that boy..
Translations:
Children.
One of lifes many miracles.
They were everywhere. All around the world.
Playing.
Laughing.
Torturing each other.
Crying.
Teasing.
Pleasing.
Upsetting.
Wreaking havoc.
Children were what made up part of the world today. Adults made babies. Babies turned to toddlers. Toddlers to children. Children to teenagers. Teenagers turned to adults. Adults turned to old aged pensioners and in turn they ended up six feet under as ash or a rotting corpse. Life was crude. Life was hard. Life was unfair. Life was strange, unpredictable but most of all, life was..
"Life is life." the words were soft and gentle as they were emitted by the vocal cords. Nobody understood how life worked. Not really. Nobody could. The life cycle was strange and one you died there were many religions and cultures who blieved in what happened.
Christian, Muslim and Jewish religions believe the soul goes to Heaven.
Buddhists, Hindus and some other religions believed in reincarnation; that the soul was reborn into a new life whether it was human, animal or plant.
Atheists believe once you're dead, you're dead. Nothing happened. There was no spirit, no greater being to go onto. It's ended.
And then you got the people who didn't know or chose not to think about it. They would wait to see.
There were soo many religions with many differentials about what happened once you died. It got confusing after a while. To confusing to understand or even try to get a grasp of it.
Will didn't know. She wanted to believe there was an afterlife. That Heaven did exist, that God existed but how could she? She also thought the whole once-you-die-you're-dead thing made sense. So yes, she was confused by it all. She also knew that there was a spiritual plane were the souls or ghosts of people chose not to move on because they were holding onto something or they were to scared to move on.
No. Will had no idea.
She didn't even know if she wanted an idea. She was one of these people who chose to believe in the saying and song Come What May. She hated the musical that the phrase came from.
Feet were funny things. As were hands and noses and ears and eyes...the body was funny. Everybody knew the mechanics of it. Scientists had studied it. Given names to the organs and all that. The brain. The heart. The lungs. The liver. Even all the muscles. They knew how they worked, how they functioned, what they needed to keep them going, how fix them. Everything. They even had names for the diseases...diseases that could be cured, controlled, even the ones that killed somebody because they had no cure. Will knew this. She learnt about it through reading, taking classes, TV.
But there was one thing nobody knew how to control. How they it worked. How to cure. How to keep it happy and functional. One thing. Ok..not one thing, it had many of them. But nobody knew how to control them. How to keep them working. They were high maintenance. Hard work and at the worst of times, uncontrollable. Will was just about in control. Just.
She didn't know for how long.
She didn't know when they'd be loose again.
She didn't know.
And that was why she was walking in the residential area of Cardsdale. That was why she was here. So that if the control that she had over them failed. Nobody from the school would see her. So she wouldn't be in front of the mirror that was hanging in the bathroom wondering why she was useless at telling them what was wrong. So far, only Cass knew what was wrong. So far, she'd only gone to Cass for advice. So far, she didn't know what to do with this advice. Ok, she knew what to do, just not how to do it. She was pathetic at it. In front of the mirror every chance she got, trying to say it..but no. It always came out wrong and then she'd sit down and cry. Cry and cry and cry.
Was she not pretty enough?
She and Jack had been friends for quite some time now.
Maybe that's just what she was to him.
A friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
"Hahahaha, Jamie you're so stupid!"
"Am not!"
Will smiled sadly as she saw the children chasing each other around the swings. Children were the miracles. Will still wanted to be one. Maybe that's why he never took notice of her. Maybe she acted to childish. Maybe she needed to be more...adult-ish. Older. Act more her age.
The sky was overcast once again. It was windy, once again. And once again, Will was being mopey. Will was being an...she sighed deeply. No, she wasn't, she was just hurting.
These things that nobody would ever understand, that nobody would ever get a grasp at, never know how they would work, how to control them, how to keep them from getting out of their reach, how to stop them from getting in the way, from clouding their judgement. Everyon had them. Nobody could escape them. No matter how much they tried, nobody would or could escape them and sure you could talk about them but that never helped because nobody was ever in the same position. And these things..they were...messy. A horrible mess that could take forever to clean up, sometimes they never could be cleaned up.
These things were called Emotions.
They were horrible.
They were sticky messes.
They all had a gazillion names.
They were unavoidable.
Will knew this. She'd been through many of, if not, all of them. She hated them. She wished they'd stop haunting her. Just...go. She'd never been able to cope with her emotions properly. She could suppress them and pretend that she was fine but it was hard.
"Was ist mit mir falsch? Warum sieht er mich nicht?" she kicked the stone harder and further as she moved along. The residents were probably used to her by now, probably knew her by now, seeing as she spent quite a lot of time down here, or used to. She hadn't had much time to come what with all the injured. She hadn't wanted to leave but Nurse Gornray had all but kicked her out and told her to get some rest before she came back. But Will couldn't rest. Her mind and emotions wouldn't let her. She spent most of the night awake and thinking. Her brain buzzing. She was surprised she didn't wake Macy up, that was if Macy could sleep.
Every body was stressed. Everybody was restless. Hopeless. All awaiting Madeleine's return. No news had come. None. Will breathed in but didn't let her breath go. She held and held and held. She could feel the sheen of sweat over her face. Feel her heart racing. Her stomach heaving. Her head spinning. Her vision unfocused.
She let her breath out and swallowed, breathing in and out deeply. It was strange the way emotions affected your body. The effect it they had on you mentally. The means to leave you scarred. To destroy you. Enough to make you go insane. Enough to make you commit suicide. The emotions were morbid and relentless. Yes, they were wonderful at the best of times. But totally relentless at the worst. They would rule your life if you let them.
A door opened to her right and an old couple, all dressed up stpped out with huge smiles on their faces. They were going on a date. Love. Another miracle in the world. Some people totally void of the feeling. Others overwhelmed by it. But love took on many different forms.
Love for family and friends and pets.
Love for religion and god.
Love for music, tv programmes.
Love in general.
"Good afternoon," the old man nodded as they walked past.
"Guten tag." Will forced a smile and kept walking, the smile faded. Rounding the corner the beat of music came to her ears. Music. Whoever invented it was a saint. Seriously. Sometimes music was the only thing you found that related to how you felt. No matter what, music could relate to you; to your emotions, personality, state of mind.
"Warum sieht er mich nicht? Warum!?" she ran. Ran and ran and ran until she reached the edge of the park. She bent over and was sick. The vile taste. The horrible sensation. She stayed bent over for a few minutes before leaning back against the tree and breathing in and out deeply. She was hot.
"Are you ok?" a woman with her child came over to her.
"Yes. Thank you." she nodded, closed her eyes and slid down the trunk. No, she was not fine. She was far from it. She came out here to find a way to ask him. To tell him but nothing was coming of it.
All around her were miracles. Children, love, nature, science, religion..humans.
"OW! MUMMY!!!! JAMIE HIT ME!!!!" the wee girl shrieked and Will covered her ears and screwed her face up. Such an irritating sound. She gulped but it wasn't working.
She got up and sprinted. Sprinted across the park and around a couple of street corners until she found an alleyway. She ran down it and sat down beside one of the dumpsters. She started to hyperventillate. She couldn't do this. It was too much. She couldn't be around the laughter or the crying of small children. She just couldn't be around children. When she was all she saw was herself and Jack with their children. It hurt. It was too much to handle or even think about.
"Ich kann nicht- Ich tue nicht- Ich kann nicht- Ich tue nicht- Ich kannn nicht- Ich tue nicht- Ich tue nicht-" she gulped again and kept on panicking. It wasn't doing anything. She needed a paper bag. Desperately.
Ohno, no, no, no, no, no, no...NO!
She doubled over and vomited again. This was a disgusting filthy place. Just make it stop. Make the pain go away. MAKE IT STOP!!! PLEASE, PLEASE MAKE IT stop.
She cried out loud. But no matter what she did, it didn't make it better. Didn't heal her. Vomiting only made it worse. Crying made it ten times worse. Nobody had ever made her feel like this.
"GET OUT OF ME!" and she scratched her chest where her heart was. Scratched and scratched and scratched until she shed blood. Until the red, sticky, shiny, fluid came. And still she scratched.
It hurt like hell but at least it stopped her emotions torturing her.
Emotions were good at torturing.
Emotions drove people into insanity.
Emotions drove people into doing crazy things that you otherwise wouldn't do. Emotions were in control of Will. Emotions ruled her completely and were driving her crazy. They were the driving force behind her being sick and distressed.
There was only one way; one chance of fixing her. Of fixing them. Or completely destroying her and killing herself and leading her to be six feet under. She was still scratching, making it deeper. She needed them out.
"Just get out of me, leave me alone. Just, leave me alone." and her hands fell, her head hung, hair fell and her knees were dragged up to her chest were she buried her face and cried and cried. But crying only made it worse. Made the hole deeper and blacker.
Deeper.
Blacker.
Warum? Warum sieht er mich nicht? Warum mag er mich nicht? it was all she could think of saying. Repeating. He was all that was on her mind. Why couldn't he just see her?
She heaved again but nothing came.
Will? Will honey? What's wrong? Tell mutti what's wrong[/color]
"I can't. I don't-"
Yes. Yes, you can. You can tell me anything. You know that,[/color]
"I-I don't know...where or how to start," she whispered.
Well...what is it about?[/color]
"It's about a b-" Will stopped and changed her answer, "Jack. Jack Trove."
Ah yes. I know who he is.[/color]
"You-you do?"
Yes, I do. I watch over you any chance I get. I know what you've been going through. I can't stay long though. Will, don't let this boy-[/color]
"Mutti! The fact you just called Jack a boy proves you don't know him. He's not a boy. He's the one. He's the one I love. I can't stop thinking about him. He's all around me everywhere I go. I need him. He's more than just a boy,"
Ok, I'm sorry. Don't let Jack bring you down Will. If he's the love of your life or the one you love then why haven't you told him yet. He obviously can't take the hints. Why don't you just go up to him and tell him?[/color]
"It's not that simple or easy mum. His last girlfriend just died...well she wasn't really his girlfriend and he dumped his other one just before he went into battle. I don't want to hurt his feelings by coming onto him too soon or strongly and nor do I want to hurt hers. They're both my friends. I can't just go up to him that soon and tell him. But if I don't...somebody else might." she sighed and looked up at her mother, "What can I do?"
Well, first of all, don't hurt yourself over it. It's stupid. Secondly, calm down and stop hyperventilating. You shouldn't be vomiting over a guy. Thirdly, you will get your chance this time round. I know you will. I can see that you love him. I know you do but the time isn't right, not yet. But when it is, ask him, he'll say yes. Trust me.[/color]
"Then when? When will be the time ma? When? Wai-"
You'll know it when you feel it. You'll feel it and you will grab it before it passes by and slaps you in the face.[/color]
"Heheh, yeah right." she rolled her eyes, "That's a cliché."
Yeah, well, it's true. I believe it. And so should you. Don't give up hope just yet, Will, keep the dream alive for a little longer.[/color]
"I don't know how much longer I can stand. I'm finding it so hard already. A year and a half. That's how long it's been. A year and a half. I've all but giving up on hope if I haven't already."
Keep it going. For me. I've got to go honey. I'm sorry. Bye.[/color]
Will woke up to a loud bang. The roll of thunder sounded above her and then the terrentiol downpour started. A thunderous sky, pouring water droplets on the town and school and the flashes of bright, white light was what she had to walk through to get back.
She didn't even have a coat.
She sighed and looked up above her. Well at least the skies suit my mood and whoever else is up there. she though as she picked herself up from the dirty horrible ground. She didn't feel sick anymore. She didn't feel like the contenst of her stomach were going to come back up again. Not that it had any to bring back up. Her tearducts had run their course and the hole..well it was still there but it wasn't ad big or as daunting as it had been. Her mum had knocked sense into her.
A sharp stinging sensation brought her back to what she had done earlier. There were deep, raw scratch marks on her chest. That hadn't been a dream then. Every drop of water stung more and more. Physical pain was better than emotional pain. It was lesser burden to bear.
She went over what her mum had said in her dream. She was going to play her hand when she felt the time was right.How long away would that be? And how does she know he'll say yes? What if he doesn't? What if-
The thunder rolled once again and she started to walk out of the alleyway.
But when it is, ask him, he'll say yes. Trust me.[/color]
He'll say yes... Will was confused. How could her mum possibly know what he would say. What his answer would be. It made no sense at all. How could she...
As she walked out of the residential area a group of boys walked passed.
"Hey, Simon, look at her."
"She looks like a tramp,"
"Doesn't she have any sense of fashion at all?"
"Does she know what a shower is? Has she even seen one?"
"Hey tramp, ever heard of a shower?"
No, just leave me alone..please. Will kept her head down and walked passed them. Easy as- if only..
One of them grabbed her upper arm and swung her around.
"He asked you a question."
"So?"
"So?! So answer him you tramp." he spat at her.
"Let go of my arm and I might," she answered cooly.
"I like this one, she's got the nerve to answer back," one of them stepped forward.
"Let. Go. Of. My. Arm. Now." she glared at him keeping her voice calm and cool.
"Or you'll do what? You're just a pathetic girl who has tampyu clothes, trampy hair and hasn't seen a shower for a while."
"Oh, your words hurt me soo much." she answered sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
"Watch it love," another one spoke up, "You might end up getting yourself hurt."
"If anyone's going to get hurt, it will be you guys. And soo much more severely than if you hurt me." she smiled a bit.
"This girl knows how to stand up for herself. Too bad that we're going to have to teach her a lesson about speaking to her superirors."
They all started to move but before they could take their second step Will had kneed the one who was holding her in the scrotums and ran backwards before using her pyro powers to enclose them in a circle of fire.
"Fire burns boys, I wouldn't try to escape until they die down," she smiled as she spoke as one of them stupidly tried to escape but got burnt when we went close.
Then a song came to mind. One that suited her perfectly. The Ring of Fire. And all that feeling of despair and depression started to ease. She was in a burning ring of fire. She had been all this time. The ring of fire was love.
IT was Johnny Cash's metaphor for love. She was trapped and not getting out anytime time soon. Jack was her ring of fire. And she was content to keep it that way. She smiled as she walked throught the square and up the countryroad were she and Jack had all but liquified it. Her smile widened.
I do love that boy..
Translations:
- "What is wrong with me? Why doesn't he see me?"
- "Good day,"
- "Why doesn't he see me? Why?!"
- "I can't-I don't-I can't-I don't-I can't- I don't- I can't-"
- Why? Why doesn't he see me? Why doesn't he like me?
- Mutti = mummy
