Post by coffeequeen on Nov 12, 2006 8:32:41 GMT 10
This is my first fic here. :)I hope you guys like it. Writing may not be my strongest subject, just to let you know.
It might be a one-shot.
-Christina
Abby looked in on her small son and was momentarily distracted by the soft sound of rain outside. She began to recall a memory that she hadn’t thought of for years.
***
Abby walked in the light drizzle as she made her way to the motel where they were staying for the week. Her heavy black boots crunched the stray leaves that blew blindly in the slight breeze. She was so lost in the world. It was odd since it made her feel invincible. Her heavy coat looked odd on her small body, but she didn’t care. Her dark eyeliner smeared as she wiped a few raindrops from her face giving her a ghostly look. She walked on as the rain fell harder and her feet got harder to move forward as she moved closer to the motel. It got darker around her, and she stopped at the door to their room. She wanted a sip of alcohol so bad right now, just to prepare her for what she might find on the other side of the door. She turned the door knob, unsurprisingly it was unlocked. She stepped in drenching the dark blue carpet with frigid water. She saw a unfamiliar man sitting on the couch that was backed against the wall. He looked at her skeptically and gave her a look that suggested that she was deranged. Of course, most people would considering the state she was in at the moment. Her dark brown hair loose and soaked, dressed in mostly black except for the gray t-shirt that she on, and the smeared dark eyeliner framing her chocolate eyes.
“ Who are you?” she asked in a careless voice she was used to finding strangers in her hotel room, apartments or wherever it was she was living at the moment.
“ Uh, Vic I’m just waitin for Maggie.”
“ Oh.”
“ Okay, I’m ready. Oh, hi sweetheart, I don’t know why you insist on wearing dark colors and make-up, you’d look so pretty with lighter make-up. Look I’m going to go out for a while, Eric is in the room. I’ll see you later.” she said so fast and cheerfully that Abby couldn’t help but wonder how anyone, especially Maggie could ever be that cheerful.
“Okay.” Abby was the master of one word answers.
Maggie left and Abby finally put down her dark green messenger bag and walked into the bathroom. She took a long hot shower and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked so clean that it was almost foreign to her. She always had her hair in her face and dark clothes on. Dark clothes made her feel safe and somehow cushioned. She walked out and went to her suitcase, and rummaged around for a oversized t-shirt. She found a white one and sighed as she pulled it over her head and pulled on red pj bottoms with black stars on them. She walked into the room and found Eric sleeping on the bed with the thick, old flower decorated comforter around him. She walked over and smiled down at her little brother. He was the reason, why she stayed with Maggie, to make sure she didn’t suffocate him in his sleep or something. She looked over at the T.V. and saw a promo for a romance story, where the two lovers would be ripped from each others arms. She hated love stories, they always ended the same, the two lovers finding their way back to each other and living happily ever after. That was bull, life was not like that, at least not foe people like her. She walked over to the window and looked out. The city was dark, but the sky was so thick with rain clouds, that it appeared almost a purple and she could clearly see the street.
She saw a couple walking with their arms around eachother. She would probably end up with a loser. Or maybe she wouldn’t, she for once allowed her self to imagine the perfect guy for her. Even though it was probably stupid to do so she still did. He would be kind and generous. He would have something mysterious about him and he would be strong. His eyes would be the color of the ocean, his hair a dark chocolate color or the black of coal, and his smile addicting. He would respect her and love her, something she craved for most of all. Someone to hug her, hold her and be with her during the good and the bad. He’d love her for who she was and wouldn’t try to change who she was. She smiled softly at her idea as a the rain became soft once again. She was sixteen and yet her heart had been broken so many times, that sometimes she was afraid of falling in love. Because she knew that even though it could be the most beautiful thing it could also hurt like a thousand sharp knives. She had heard a woman in a café say that love was like having a pair of wings, but the were fragile and they could be broken and keep you on the floor. They would just be a pair of useless broken wings.
***
Abby looked into the nursery and watched as Joe slept soundly. She pulled herself out of the memory as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She turned around met Luka’s ocean blue eyes and his coal black hair. She smiled softly at him and knew that she had been afraid of loving for fear of pain. But it was impossible not to love at one point in life. She had wished for him her life and she realized that now.
“ Come on, let’s go back to bed.” Luka said as he took her hand and led her back to their bedroom.
“ Luka?”
“Yeah?”
“ Thank you.”
“ For what?”
“ For being my unbreakable wings.” she said quietly.
Luka looked confused and she kissed him lightly on the lips before settling in his arms and drifting off to sleep.
It might be a one-shot.
-Christina
Abby looked in on her small son and was momentarily distracted by the soft sound of rain outside. She began to recall a memory that she hadn’t thought of for years.
***
Abby walked in the light drizzle as she made her way to the motel where they were staying for the week. Her heavy black boots crunched the stray leaves that blew blindly in the slight breeze. She was so lost in the world. It was odd since it made her feel invincible. Her heavy coat looked odd on her small body, but she didn’t care. Her dark eyeliner smeared as she wiped a few raindrops from her face giving her a ghostly look. She walked on as the rain fell harder and her feet got harder to move forward as she moved closer to the motel. It got darker around her, and she stopped at the door to their room. She wanted a sip of alcohol so bad right now, just to prepare her for what she might find on the other side of the door. She turned the door knob, unsurprisingly it was unlocked. She stepped in drenching the dark blue carpet with frigid water. She saw a unfamiliar man sitting on the couch that was backed against the wall. He looked at her skeptically and gave her a look that suggested that she was deranged. Of course, most people would considering the state she was in at the moment. Her dark brown hair loose and soaked, dressed in mostly black except for the gray t-shirt that she on, and the smeared dark eyeliner framing her chocolate eyes.
“ Who are you?” she asked in a careless voice she was used to finding strangers in her hotel room, apartments or wherever it was she was living at the moment.
“ Uh, Vic I’m just waitin for Maggie.”
“ Oh.”
“ Okay, I’m ready. Oh, hi sweetheart, I don’t know why you insist on wearing dark colors and make-up, you’d look so pretty with lighter make-up. Look I’m going to go out for a while, Eric is in the room. I’ll see you later.” she said so fast and cheerfully that Abby couldn’t help but wonder how anyone, especially Maggie could ever be that cheerful.
“Okay.” Abby was the master of one word answers.
Maggie left and Abby finally put down her dark green messenger bag and walked into the bathroom. She took a long hot shower and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked so clean that it was almost foreign to her. She always had her hair in her face and dark clothes on. Dark clothes made her feel safe and somehow cushioned. She walked out and went to her suitcase, and rummaged around for a oversized t-shirt. She found a white one and sighed as she pulled it over her head and pulled on red pj bottoms with black stars on them. She walked into the room and found Eric sleeping on the bed with the thick, old flower decorated comforter around him. She walked over and smiled down at her little brother. He was the reason, why she stayed with Maggie, to make sure she didn’t suffocate him in his sleep or something. She looked over at the T.V. and saw a promo for a romance story, where the two lovers would be ripped from each others arms. She hated love stories, they always ended the same, the two lovers finding their way back to each other and living happily ever after. That was bull, life was not like that, at least not foe people like her. She walked over to the window and looked out. The city was dark, but the sky was so thick with rain clouds, that it appeared almost a purple and she could clearly see the street.
She saw a couple walking with their arms around eachother. She would probably end up with a loser. Or maybe she wouldn’t, she for once allowed her self to imagine the perfect guy for her. Even though it was probably stupid to do so she still did. He would be kind and generous. He would have something mysterious about him and he would be strong. His eyes would be the color of the ocean, his hair a dark chocolate color or the black of coal, and his smile addicting. He would respect her and love her, something she craved for most of all. Someone to hug her, hold her and be with her during the good and the bad. He’d love her for who she was and wouldn’t try to change who she was. She smiled softly at her idea as a the rain became soft once again. She was sixteen and yet her heart had been broken so many times, that sometimes she was afraid of falling in love. Because she knew that even though it could be the most beautiful thing it could also hurt like a thousand sharp knives. She had heard a woman in a café say that love was like having a pair of wings, but the were fragile and they could be broken and keep you on the floor. They would just be a pair of useless broken wings.
***
Abby looked into the nursery and watched as Joe slept soundly. She pulled herself out of the memory as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She turned around met Luka’s ocean blue eyes and his coal black hair. She smiled softly at him and knew that she had been afraid of loving for fear of pain. But it was impossible not to love at one point in life. She had wished for him her life and she realized that now.
“ Come on, let’s go back to bed.” Luka said as he took her hand and led her back to their bedroom.
“ Luka?”
“Yeah?”
“ Thank you.”
“ For what?”
“ For being my unbreakable wings.” she said quietly.
Luka looked confused and she kissed him lightly on the lips before settling in his arms and drifting off to sleep.