Inevitable
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,301
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Ch.4
Added Disclaimer:I do not own the song in this chapter. It is Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, and is most definitely not written by me. I am not that awesome.
Same legend applies.
Beautiful...
Silence went unnoticed as daylight turned to dusk, and Darien once again got ready. Showered, dressed, made up. Something about this girl was different. Different than any girl he'd thought was cute before. And it hit him like a sack of bricks as he walked out of the house, his cell phone in his pocket, wallet chained to his him.
Not cute, beautiful... and she's not afraid of me.
That was it. She wasn't afraid. She'd helped him, she'd called after. She'd given him her number. She wasn't afraid.
Blissful darkness. No one knew who he was. No stares. Used to the stares, but hated the stares. Hated the reminder that they all knew. That he was crazy. That he had let them die.
The park was only a few blocks away, but he'd left early. He walked slow, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, head down. Thoughts bombarded his mind, all revolving around the girl. Aemiliah. The beautiful gothic girl from earlier that day. He wouldn't have noticed the stares even if they'd been there. His mind was hers.
Even with the lack of speed, Darien was at the park well before the scheduled time. He started to notice the silence, but thought nothing of it.
Butterflies...
His stomach was aflutter. He hadn't felt this way since the trial. And even that wasn't bothering him. No flashback, no sudden memory. The boy would park himself on a bench, arms on his knees, hands clasped in front of him, body hunched slightly over. Silver optics closed slowly, and his deep, rather melodical voice would ring out, another song.
"I can't escape this hell
So many times I’ve tried
But I’m still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times I’ve lied
(So many times I’ve lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal..."
"I can help, if you really want."
Darien jumped, and nearly toppled off the bench. once again, he hadn't noticed her approaching. Hadn't even noticed her sit, until she spoke. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to multiply, breeding worse than rabbits in rut.
she's here, here here, gotta ... gotta..
"Don't go, ok? Don't run. I'm not going to hurt you." Her hand would be on his. Just resting there.
her hands... so... gentle...
"I wont hurt you."
"I... I know."
They talked, with no outbursts, no crazed thoughts, for hours on end, and she didn't once ask about the episode, the man she'd pushed, nothing. After a while, they even got up, and they walked around the city a little, talking about themselves, and each other. It was nearly three in the morning, when they finally reached the steps of Darien's apartment once again.
"I'll see you soon, yeah?"
"S...sure. Aemi..."
"What is it, Dar?"
"I'm crazy."
"So I've heard. It doesn't bother me."
"Really? Why..."
"It just doesn't. I don't know why."
A smile slowly twisted onto his pale lips. An actual smile.
not afraid...
He wouldn't notice her leaning closer till it was too late. The darkly painted lips lightly grazed his cheek. "Good night Darien. I'll call you sometime soon, probably tomorrow. Sleep well."
"You too.."
As he turned, and dashed to his apartment, he'd hear her.
You like her.
"There you are."
Yeah. You were thinking about her all night.
"Sorry, Krys."
No, its good.
"Oh. Ok. I gotta sleep..."
Night, Darien.
strip, flop, sleep. Strip, flop sleep... so beautiful... so soft. And she's not afraid. Gentle, not afraid. black hair, red bangs, blue eyes, beautiful.
Repetition... repetition into mindless, empty slumber, where dreams and voices dare not enter. The depths of sanity itself, where all minds are safe. He was asleep. Deeply so. And he wasn't afraid.
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Same legend applies.
Beautiful...
Silence went unnoticed as daylight turned to dusk, and Darien once again got ready. Showered, dressed, made up. Something about this girl was different. Different than any girl he'd thought was cute before. And it hit him like a sack of bricks as he walked out of the house, his cell phone in his pocket, wallet chained to his him.
Not cute, beautiful... and she's not afraid of me.
That was it. She wasn't afraid. She'd helped him, she'd called after. She'd given him her number. She wasn't afraid.
Blissful darkness. No one knew who he was. No stares. Used to the stares, but hated the stares. Hated the reminder that they all knew. That he was crazy. That he had let them die.
The park was only a few blocks away, but he'd left early. He walked slow, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, head down. Thoughts bombarded his mind, all revolving around the girl. Aemiliah. The beautiful gothic girl from earlier that day. He wouldn't have noticed the stares even if they'd been there. His mind was hers.
Even with the lack of speed, Darien was at the park well before the scheduled time. He started to notice the silence, but thought nothing of it.
Butterflies...
His stomach was aflutter. He hadn't felt this way since the trial. And even that wasn't bothering him. No flashback, no sudden memory. The boy would park himself on a bench, arms on his knees, hands clasped in front of him, body hunched slightly over. Silver optics closed slowly, and his deep, rather melodical voice would ring out, another song.
"I can't escape this hell
So many times I’ve tried
But I’m still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times I’ve lied
(So many times I’ve lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal..."
"I can help, if you really want."
Darien jumped, and nearly toppled off the bench. once again, he hadn't noticed her approaching. Hadn't even noticed her sit, until she spoke. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to multiply, breeding worse than rabbits in rut.
she's here, here here, gotta ... gotta..
"Don't go, ok? Don't run. I'm not going to hurt you." Her hand would be on his. Just resting there.
her hands... so... gentle...
"I wont hurt you."
"I... I know."
They talked, with no outbursts, no crazed thoughts, for hours on end, and she didn't once ask about the episode, the man she'd pushed, nothing. After a while, they even got up, and they walked around the city a little, talking about themselves, and each other. It was nearly three in the morning, when they finally reached the steps of Darien's apartment once again.
"I'll see you soon, yeah?"
"S...sure. Aemi..."
"What is it, Dar?"
"I'm crazy."
"So I've heard. It doesn't bother me."
"Really? Why..."
"It just doesn't. I don't know why."
A smile slowly twisted onto his pale lips. An actual smile.
not afraid...
He wouldn't notice her leaning closer till it was too late. The darkly painted lips lightly grazed his cheek. "Good night Darien. I'll call you sometime soon, probably tomorrow. Sleep well."
"You too.."
As he turned, and dashed to his apartment, he'd hear her.
You like her.
"There you are."
Yeah. You were thinking about her all night.
"Sorry, Krys."
No, its good.
"Oh. Ok. I gotta sleep..."
Night, Darien.
strip, flop, sleep. Strip, flop sleep... so beautiful... so soft. And she's not afraid. Gentle, not afraid. black hair, red bangs, blue eyes, beautiful.
Repetition... repetition into mindless, empty slumber, where dreams and voices dare not enter. The depths of sanity itself, where all minds are safe. He was asleep. Deeply so. And he wasn't afraid.
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