Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
The Hub => Hangout => Creative Corner => Topic started by: Ino on August 31, 2010, 07:48:19 PM
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The new beginning to the story I was originally writing of Bailey and Jacob. It's going to end different. Too bad I didn't name the male character a different name, I hate hurting Jacobs. Oh well. Tough love, huh?
New story-line, new characters, and oh yeah, I'm a bitch so get the fuck over it if you don't like how it ends (you know who you are). It's my story and if you want to write your own damn ending then write your own god damn story.
There's going to be a second part to this story. Like..if it ended up a different way. So yeah, there will be bad endings and good endings, however I do believe the other "side" type thing will be made later cause I still need to think of stuff for it xD. Hm. When I think about it, it might be "Act One".
Or something. Hard to explain. This story represents now. The other can represent the first.
you'll see.
xD
Whenever she cried, the tears would over flow and her cries would start out as a long, drawn out wail before it began to become hitched, the sobs making their way through her body before causing her to choke as she cried. Her entire body shook and her hands fumbled to wipe the tears away but it didn't stem the flow, and her hands were already wet and all she was doing was adding more dampness. Her small frame would rock back and forth as she curled in a ball, closing in on herself, trying to make herself smaller and less to harm as she hid away from the world.
Her uncle never asked why she cried, never got involved. He tried, but she had brushed it away, like it was nothing. He would continue to try, but she would continue to bat it away, pretending it was nightmares getting to her peaceful slumber. Eventually he dropped it, watching her drag herself out of bed every morning and cover herself in heavy clothes, and he swore she had snagged some of them from his closet. However, he said nothing, watching as his beloved niece went through the motions of a living human being in the daylight hours, only to turn over and become a dehydrated ghost as she sobbed her way through the night.
And then he made the mistake of allowing her to stay home by herself for a week. She hadn't been crying, but that was because she had decided to take sleeping pills at night, knocking her out and making her nightmares be pushed to the edge of her consciousness, where they couldn't hurt her. He left her with a couple hundred dollars for gas, food, and anything else she needed while he was away.
He didn't think that she would use it to buy alcohol from her friends.
Once her uncle left, Alyx went into her room and watched TV. She layed around for a while, as usual, as she had lost a lot of her friends in these dark days. After a day had passed, she had found the liquor cabinet of her uncle's and decided to drink it, seeing as he wasn't around anyway. One by one the bottles dwindled down, course he didn't really have a whole lot. Once her supply was out she requested friends to get it.
The result of her drinking consecutively was her uncle, Ian, to come home to his niece, his beautiful but slowly dwindling niece, on the ground in the kitchen, a pool of vomit next to her and dangerously in rolling distance. He reacted within minutes, having been holding a job as an EMT. Within minutes he had gotten hold of the ambulance and they were on their way – he could hear them in the distance. While he waited for them he got on his knees and rolled her on her side, checking her pulse. It was slow, and her breathing was shallow. And then she stopped breathing. Quickly, Ian began to perform CPR on the small, boney body of this 17 year old female. He was still going at it while the EMTs, his best friends, came in and took her away on a gurney, Ian following close behind in his own car.
Hours later, Alyx had been placed in a room for permanent residence, having been diagnosed with depression, anorexia, and alcohol dependency. She was hooked up to an IV that was feeding her the nutrients that she was too depressed to get her body to eat. Ian had asked to not see any of the paper work, as the professional word would break him more than he was. Her total weight was 97 pounds. She used to weight good and decent 127. In total, she had lost 40 pounds over the course of a month, thus causing her body to be ten times more weak after the alcohol poisoning.
Ian agreed to have Alyx be put in rehabilitation. She went for the course of 45 weeks and then she was let out, healthy as a horse, back to her usual healthy weight of 127, her need for alcohol gone and Zoloft slapped in her medicine cabinet.
But now...it's back.
The thing that started all of this, the thing that caused all of her pain and sorrow to come washing over her the first time around. He started it all, and he waited until she was happy, healthy, and perfectly stable to come and trash her again.
She noticed him in the hallways; at first she thought she was hallucinating, but then when she realized he was a human, a living breathing human, she felt all of the pain come crumpling down on her. When she came into class and saw him sitting in the open desk next to her spot, she nearly fainted. She could barely get a grip on herself as she sat down next to him, trying not to breathe loudly while she succumbed to hyper-ventilation. The tears tugged on the edges of her lids as she saw the stars dart across her vision. When she couldn't take it anymore, she asked for a pass to the bathroom and then skipped out on the rest of the school day.
When she drove, it was like watching a tornado blitz down one of the mains street that cut through her town. Her eyes were red and puffy, tear tracks down her face as she sobbed, singing along to one of the songs that was on the radio. People stopped and stared, looked over and oggled her as she cried and screamed, pounding onto the steering wheel, causing it to honk. When the song was over, she flipped to the CD, where the song was playing again; she changed it to a slower song, but she was so close to a mental and physical break down that her voice was high pitched and close to a screamo version as she sang.
“Some day, when I'm older, and they never know my name!†she cried, drumming her hands on the steering wheel as she rolled to a stop; she didn't pay attention to the person staring at in the lane over. A headache was beginning to bubble on the side of her brain, throbbing, but she didn't care. “Now I, know I've lost you, to the feelings I kept insiiiiiide.†Since she was the first car, she didn't have to wait for the cars in front of her to go when the light turned green. So once the chorus started she slammed on the gas and sped ahead, bellowing out the chorus: “I don't know if it felt like, I wanted you here, the way that I wanted you last tiiiiime.â€
Slowly, she made her way through town and then headed to the outskirts to one of the many parks her town had. As she drove through it, at a slower pace that was killing her, she saw all the happy faces of the children and their mothers, and it just made her heart ache and it reminded her of the hopes and dreams she had when she was with him and how they broke and shattered to millions of pieces when he had abandoned her, alone.
Finally, she made it to the back of the park, where she parked her car and sat there, crying, sobbing, and slowly losing her grip on reality. Her entire frame was shaking as she rocked back and forth in her seat of her car, her chest ripping apart with the loud cries she held inside. All of the pain she felt before, all of it that was caused by him, crashed down on her again, washing over her, catching her by surprised and taking her breath away. Why was he here?
Just decided to post this here. Copied from NE, from mah journal.