Flickers
How could she explain, when she didn't even know what was going on herself?
A/N: This idea was floating around in my head, I'm not a writer so I was a bit worried about writing it myself to be honest (yes, I have thought of pimping it out to some of the more talented people here, but I was unsure just how I would go about doing that.). It's been bugging me for a while though, so I thought I'd give it a go. Just a fair warning though, I'm Norwegian, so I'm gonna be blaming any mistakes on that, lol. I also have no clue where I'm going with this (I have an idea of what happens the next few chapters though, but not where it ends up), but that seems to be a trend around here, so at least I'm in good company. Also on a timing note, it couldn't be worse. I'm leaving for a holiday in about 3 weeks time, but I'll try and get this going before that. Yes, I know it's annoying when writers disappear for a month, but I'm hoping a few of you might be hooked before that time :P Oh and this might be a slow start, but I'm trying to set a "tone" here, so indulge me.
*Edit* Now with new, and hopefully, improved formatting :)
Prologue:
"I'll ask you again, shall I?" The man standing across from her leaned heavily over the desk that separated them. His green eyes trying to pry something, anything, out of the person sitting on the other side. She looks around, trying to figure out where it would be logical to begin, sure that the green eyed man wouldn't understand however she chose to put it. The room was quite depressing really, a drab grey colour and no windows. There was of course the huge mirror on the wall, made for looking in to the room, one way mirror she thought it was called. She speculated if that could be counted as a window. She shook her head slightly as thoughts of who was on the other side briefly flew by.
"Hey! I'm still here you know!" Green eyes staring at her as unrelenting as before.
"Of course you're here, you twat, I haven't gone blind", was what her mind was screaming for her to say, instead she settled for a sigh and a "is it ok to smoke? I think I'm gonna need the nicotine before I start this." The man across from her gave a small nod, and pushed an ashtray her way.
She automatically started patting her pockets, looking for her smokes, before remembering they had stripped her down to her underwear when she had arrived, and put her in this uniform. It was itchy and just as drably grey as the room. Not really the best way of making people feel at ease, she thought to herself. She looked up at the man, seated now, and saw a quickly hidden smirk, before hands produced her packet of smokes, and a box of matches, pushing that towards her too. It was the smirk that snapped her out of it a little. Reaching over, taking the cigarettes, she sighed again. How long had it been since she slept last, she couldn't really remember.
"I don't know where to start, really. I wasn't doing what you think I was gonna do." She looked up, saw that half formed smirk again. "And if I was, well, smirking at me wouldn't exactly make me feel better now would it?" Her words were laced with all the sarcasm she could muster at this point, her hands moving of their own accord to light the cigarette now hanging from her lips. The green eyed man shot her a look of thinly veiled contempt.
"I don't care what you think miss…" She looked at him as his eyebrows shot up a bit as he surveyed his notes. She sighed again, blowing out smoke, thinking that when she saw her mum next they were going to have a real talk about naming people. She was sure her mother had meant it to be an ironical statement of some sort, however much she had tried to claim to simply like the name Naomi. Fucking typical. She rolled her eyes.
She jumped as the man thumped his fists loudly on the table in front of them. Right, he was asking those questions again. Not the best time to start rolling her eyes and thinking up ways to torture her mother. Blue eyes snapped up, staring in to angry green ones.
"Keep your fucking balls on, yeah?" she heard herself say. At least her brain seemed to be kicking in. "I need to get my head together and it doesn't help to have a gorilla bashing about like he's got fucking tourettes or something. Not gonna make me talk any faster you know." She saw a vein pop out of his forehead. He stood up so fast that the chair crashed to the floor.
"Now you look, miss. Campbell," his mouth twisted into a snarl at the name, "I've had enough of your behaviour, now you tell me how you got up on that building, why you were there, and you better fucking well tell me now!" She rolled her eyes again, not thinking, before letting her eyes drift shut for a second.
*Flicker* "You ruined it, you don't want anyone to care" A voice drifts towards her. She can hear herself sob, hear someone else sob. "Could be dead in a second." *Flicker*
Her eyes shoot open, it happened again. It's been more frequent lately, almost as bad as last year. This seems different though, darker. She hears the echo of those words ring in her ears, not even noticing that someone else has come in to the room, and that they and the green eyed man are arguing loudly somewhere behind her. The echo isn't as loud here though, it was louder at the top of that building. She didn't even know why she felt drawn to it in the first place, just knew that she had to get up there. Had to be closer to that voice.
"…Needs a psych consult…" Quiet words are drifting around her, not making any sense.
"…don't care who you are…" Angry, these words are angry, she thinks.
"….kill herself." The other words although spoken more softly, manage to break through to her. She turns around quickly.
"I was not gonna kill myself, if I was I would have chosen a much better way than flinging myself of a 5 story building, wouldn't I?" She hears herself say loudly, before continuing in more of a mutter "Like a gun or pills or even fucking paper cuts." She sees the triumph in green eyes briefly, before looking away.
"See, she's just a troublemaker, probably trying to figure out where the best place to graffiti the building across from the one she was found on, or throwing things at cars, or something." He says while grinning like an idiot. Fucking tosser. A bitter laugh bubbles up in her, before her eyes shut again.
*Flicker* "We were special" She hears a broken voice say, in between her own sobs. She wants to reach out and comfort the voice, but it's not her place anymore. It's her fault the voice is broken in the first place. "I was scared" she hears herself trying to reason with the voice, knows it's useless, but has to try. "You're always scared." the voice counters as it's walking away from her. *Flicker*
The rooftop dissolves as her eyes open again. She's back in that grey boring room again and there is a new pair of eyes looking at her from across the table. She looks around trying to find the green eyed man, when did he go? Not that it matters much, the guy was a wanker. How long was she out for this time? Blue eyes meet a different stare, brown eyes now.
"It's alright miss. Campbell, officer Graham isn't here anymore. I'm Dr. Snipes." The new eyes are kinder, warmer somehow, it's easier to look into them then the green ones. She looks at the ashtray in front of her, the cigarette has smouldered in to nothing. At least five minutes then, she thinks. Her eyes find the brown ones again, they're the wrong shade. Where did that come from? Like there are wrong shades of brown all of a sudden, she shakes her head trying to clear it. Her head is spinning. Another cigarette finds its way to her lips, but before she can light it herself, a lighter is flicked on in front of her. Kind eyes looking at her. She takes a deep drag, feeling the nicotine calming her a little.
"Have you ever felt like it was all meant to be different?" she hears herself ask.
And there you have it, the prologue. Should I continue? Cause I'll be more than happy to pass the story along to someone who actually can write (and doesn't start all their sentences with her or she)
Anyways, as they all say down here, read and review please. Show the newbie some love :P (Oh yes, I forgot to warn you, that I ramble and try to be funny... )