Out of Breath
By: Lindsay
Here's my next attempt at an Alias fan fiction.and yes, it's a song fic again. They give me inspiration and ideas and I hope that's not plagiarism.it's not is it? Lol. Sorry it's short, but it's late and Lindsay needs her sleep if she's going to be able to write. There will be more coming! Please read and review and hopefully enjoy!
Disclaimer: Alias and its characters are not mine no matter how much I wish they were. This song, "Out of Breath" by Lifehouse is also not mine. Love 'em both, but they have nothing to do with each other. :o) Lyrics are in stars.
Rating: PG13?
Genre: Angsty goodness and of course S/V
*I still feel the same
though everything has changed
the pain it cost now
I feel lost inside of my own name*
I'm running. My legs burn like hell, but keep running. I'm not running from any pursuers. Not Sark. Not Sloane. Not any crazed lunatic or murdering spy who's only mission in life is to kill me. I'm running from myself, my life. It's the only way I can escape for a single moment of normality.
When I run I'm not the double agent who has to watch her back every single second of the day to make sure no one's finding out her secret. I'm not the woman who is trying to trust her father and trying not to trust her mother. I'm not the silly, high school girl who gets butterflies whenever he's around. I'm not insanely jealous or angry or scared or confused or in love. Instead, my screwed up world is erased and I am left with my normal burning legs and normal sweat.
I stop to rest, realizing how out of breath I am. My lungs burn and drink in the air. I feel like I've been immersed in water for far too long. I'm out of breath from my life, constantly going 120 miles per hour. And I'm exhausted. And my cell phone goes off.
"Yeah?" I choke.
"Joey's Pizza?"
*But I keep running
I am running
I keep living for the day that I'm with you
that I'm with you*
By: Lindsay
Here's my next attempt at an Alias fan fiction.and yes, it's a song fic again. They give me inspiration and ideas and I hope that's not plagiarism.it's not is it? Lol. Sorry it's short, but it's late and Lindsay needs her sleep if she's going to be able to write. There will be more coming! Please read and review and hopefully enjoy!
Disclaimer: Alias and its characters are not mine no matter how much I wish they were. This song, "Out of Breath" by Lifehouse is also not mine. Love 'em both, but they have nothing to do with each other. :o) Lyrics are in stars.
Rating: PG13?
Genre: Angsty goodness and of course S/V
*I still feel the same
though everything has changed
the pain it cost now
I feel lost inside of my own name*
I'm running. My legs burn like hell, but keep running. I'm not running from any pursuers. Not Sark. Not Sloane. Not any crazed lunatic or murdering spy who's only mission in life is to kill me. I'm running from myself, my life. It's the only way I can escape for a single moment of normality.
When I run I'm not the double agent who has to watch her back every single second of the day to make sure no one's finding out her secret. I'm not the woman who is trying to trust her father and trying not to trust her mother. I'm not the silly, high school girl who gets butterflies whenever he's around. I'm not insanely jealous or angry or scared or confused or in love. Instead, my screwed up world is erased and I am left with my normal burning legs and normal sweat.
I stop to rest, realizing how out of breath I am. My lungs burn and drink in the air. I feel like I've been immersed in water for far too long. I'm out of breath from my life, constantly going 120 miles per hour. And I'm exhausted. And my cell phone goes off.
"Yeah?" I choke.
"Joey's Pizza?"
*But I keep running
I am running
I keep living for the day that I'm with you
that I'm with you*