Hi There
Since the O.C premiered on South African television screens, I always wanted to write something about it.
So here goes nothing.
Please let me know what you think, all flames are most welcome.
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This little fic was inspired by Keane and their hauntingly beautiful song, Bad Dream.
If there are enough reviews I will most definitely continue this one. So bring em on! Enjoy!
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Bad Dream
I wake up it's a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel to tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind
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I had that dream again. That one where some giant door closes. It's the seventh time this week. The seventh time since he left… The seventh time since he closed the door behind him.
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"I guess this is it. Huh?"
"Yeah"
I found it very hard to keep my face void of any emotion. I struggled to keep my emotions at bay.
"So… I'll see you 'round then?"
"Guess so, Chino"
He smiled at me and I looked down… I felt like something died within me.
"Your 'Rents are waiting for me..." he said. I still couldn't look at him.
"Take care", a hand came up to my face and stroked it ever so gently. I leaned into the hand and closed my eye's, enjoying this sensuous touch.
"Yeah, you too", I said, My eyes still closed and the hand slolwly leaving my face. The gentle stroking stopped and I looked up at him. God, those beautiful eyes.
He picked up his duffle bag and turned his back to me. I wanted to say something, something to keep him here, but words wouldn't form.
The first step he took was like a blow to the stomach. The second step was like a blow to the head. And all the steps leading him to the door was pure agony. The sound of his footsteps echoed in my head, a dull 'thum thump' sound resonating in my head.
I love you, I love you Chino
I heard the 'click' of the door as he opened it, Then it closed... The large brown door closed and the last thing I saw when I finally looked up was the empty place where he once stood. The only thing remaining was his smell. A scent I would never forget.
"Don't go… Please stay", I whispered,
I knew he couldn't hear me. I knew he would never hear me say how much I Love him...
Emptiness, was all that was left. An empty house, an empty pool room, an empty soul and an empty heart.
I could have told him how much I loved him. I could have done something to keep him here. But the injustice of the American Welfare System wouldnt even let me find out. Wouldnt even give me a chance to say those three words. But the real injustice comes from the ones I hold most dear to my heart, the ones I would trust beyond compare. My parents. They could have done something. The could have given him the life he so much deserves, but their fears stopped them.
It was then that I wanted to wake up from this Bad Dream…
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So tell me what do you think. Let me know! I would love to continue with this...
