She Sings With Butterflies
(A The Fall Fan Fiction)
Disclaimer: `The characters Roy Walker and others from the film belong to Dan Gilroy and Tarsem.
`Daniella, however, belongs to me.
Pairing: Roy/Daniella
Rating: T for Angst, Frightening Scenes, and Romance
Other Characters: TBA
POV:
Roy
The room was silent again as Roy sat there in his bed, like he always did. After his fall, he hasn't been moved from his bed since he arrived here in Los Angeles. The doctors said he would live, he just needed the motivation. What motivation? What was there left to care about? He wasn't good enough for his girlfriend to come and visit him, to even care about him anymore. He was nothing, pure and simple, what was there to motivate himself for? He sat there, the curtain half drawn around him as he looked off into space, his eyes blinking slowly. He felt like he was wasting his time here, living for no reason at all. He leaned his head against the pillows the nurses had so graciously fluffed for him. They were faceless to him, all of them looking the same. Their intentions were pure, but they wouldn't remember his name the next day. He was just another man, waiting for his number to be up. His attention was then drawn to the entrance as a nurse wheeled a young woman into the room. He stared at the girl, long red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes were a penetrating green, yet they looked dull and dead somewhat. Her skin was alabaster, paler than most women in California. The nurse whispered to the girl gently as she wheeled her to a neighboring bed. Roy forced himself to look away as the girl slowly let her gaze fall on him. She was sick, he could tell by the looks of her. He couldn't tell what she was down with, but it had to be something worth hospitalizing her for. The nurse looked to Roy when he looked back toward them, and she just met him with a simple smile.
"Come on, darling." She spoke to the redheaded woman gingerly as she reached for her. The girl's slender, delicate pale hand moved to the nurse's face, causing the healthy woman to gasp gently. She had been caught off guard by the girl's sudden and harsh movement. Roy stared in intrigue as she slowly rose from the wheelchair, when he realized how thin she was. She turned, strongly toward the nurse and her pale pink lips parted slowly.
"I am quite capable of moving myself, thank you, ma'am...I don't need your assistance, nor your sympathy." She said plainly before setting herself down into her bed without another word. Embarrassed, the nurse left the room with the wheelchair, not uttering another word. Roy looked from the girl, the sun creeping in through the blinds on the large windows. Yet he couldn't help but look toward her from the corner of his eye. He watched as the sun played with the tones in her hair, causing them to radiate with a vibrant redness that he couldn't think possible for a hair color. He turned his head to look at her, watching as she looked down at her hands, her fingers moving against each other as if she were searching for a sensation between them. She was perceptive, however, and without much delay, she looked up from her hands to meet Roy's gaze. She looked from side to side before looking back to him, a look of confusion on her porcelain face. He got a good look at her, her skin smooth and almost translucent. She was fair, in the eptiome of the word. She was beautiful, radiant, yet she held a sickliness about her. Why was she here? He wondered this until her voice broke the silence.
"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" She asked, a raised and irritated brow at him. Roy stammered slightly as he looked at her now, more aware of the present time. He had been lost in his thoughts, lost in his imagination as he looked at her. He laughed a bit and looked away from her, she was a fiesty one and he almost dared not to look at her again. But when he looked back to her, her facial expression had changed, from a look of irritation to a small smile.
"I'm Roy." He said, offering up a slight peace offering to his staring. She slowly looked back to him, her hair moving a bit, causing more red prisms to ignite around the crown of her head. She then let her teeth show as she smiled at him. At least she was warming up to him a bit. If they were going to bed roommates, they would at least have to try and be civilized. He watched her as she looked him over for a moment before she let her lips part for her to speak.
"My name's Daniella." She said with a soft, velvety voice as she leaned into her pillows. He watched her carefully as she slowly slid further down the bed, her eyelids drooping. Suddenly, Roy felt a sudden twinge of pain in the pit of his stomach as he watched her carefully with his dark eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly as her eyes fell shut. He didn't know what to think at the moment, instead that she didn't look well at all. Obviously not, since she was in the hospital. Then, she slipped into a gentle sleep and Roy decided to leave the precious girl be. He went back to his self loathing routine again, never looking back to the girl as he stared off into space before he just let himself fall into a restless sleep.
