A/N: I got this idea while listening to "Think of You" by A Fine Frenzy. It's a really good song. Ok, I'm going to warn you now; this story is kind of sad, and a bit dark. But please read it anyway!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gallagher Girls or "Think of You"
I sat in a cold, hard chair. She was standing in front of me yelling questions, but I couldn't understand them. I could only understand the pain that came with each slap, each punch, each stab… each gunshot. But I kept on a brave face as best as I could. I was determined to not let her get to me.
BANG! She shot me in the kneecap. The pain was so terrible that I almost winced, I almost cried out. But just as I was about to give in a song popped into my head. It had been a favorite of mine years ago, but I still knew all the lyrics. To keep my mind off the pain I started singing it in my head and I thought about the lyrics.
It's one hundred and nine degrees in this crowded room
No room to breathe with walls as cold as a gallery
This is no place for me
Such hard faces in smoke
The smell lingers in my clothes
It's a bad night to be alone
But that's the way it goes
This definitely wasn't a place for me. Her face was so hard; she didn't care how bad she was hurting me at all. And this really was a bad night to be alone. Every night was here.
And I think of you whenever life gets me down
I think of you whenever you're not around
And you rest your bones
Somewhere far from my house
Yeah, but you still pull me home
Him. I wish I was with him. Even thinking of him made things a little bit brighter. But he was probably sleeping somewhere far away from me, but at least he was safe.
I thought I had it figured out in a brand new life
With a great big house
And green initials on the towels
I should be happy now
Well, you got yourself a family
And you planted roots down by the sea
I saw you once on the street
You didn't notice me
Did he move on? It's been years since I last saw him. Did he get married? Have kids? We were somewhere in our twenties now, I think, I lost count of days I've been here after 622. Bet he wouldn't recognize me know. The skinny, dirty, bloody me.
But I think of you whenever life gets me down
I think of you whenever you're not around
You rest your bones
Somewhere far from my house
Yeah, but you still pull me home
Just to put your mind at ease
You don't owe me anything
You paid me well in memories
All those memories, how I wish I could just live in them for the rest of my life. Where everything's okay and I could do anything.
And I think of you whenever life gets me down
I think of you whenever you're not around
And you rest your bones
Somewhere far from my house
Yeah, but you still pull me home
You still pull me home
You still pull me home
How I wish I was home. Home with him, home with my friends.
Suddenly the door slammed open and I heard the zzzz of a Taser. She fell over with a thud. I looked up at the door, confused at what could be happening. Then I saw green eyes. Green eyes that held relief, worry, and determination.
"Zach," I whispered, tears filling my eyes.
"Shhh, Cammie." He told me. "I'm going to take you home now."
A/N: I love happy endings! Zach to the rescue! Did you think it was sad? Did you cry? Let me know! The idea of being able to evoke emotions that strong in somebody through writing would be… amazing. I might sound weird, trying to make somebody cry, but that means I'm doing a good job! Anyway, please, please, please review! Thank-you!
