Learning to Live Again: 1/?
by Emilie Eden
Disclaimer: I hate doing these things, but oh well. In A Heartbeat belongs to Disney and such. I don't own anything, so don't sue. I am poor.
Notes: Once again, it has begun. I'm writing at ungodly hours in the morning. This one was writen around 3am, so forgive me if it makes no sense. This particular part is rather short, but the next parts should be much longer.
Warning: Future fic. This is a rather dark series, full of angst, mature situations (death, etc), cursing, unconventional couplings...etc, etc. Nothing too bad though. If you're gonna have a problem with any of the above, do feel free to turn back now.
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She climbed out of her car, her eyes landing on the house in front of her. It was just as she had remembered it. Small, cozy and full of memories; both good and bad. The house had deteriorated a bit in the eight years that she had been gone, but it was still home.
Wasn't it?
She quietly closed the car door and walked up the sidewalk, leading her to the house. She reached the front door and lifted her hand to knock, but paused. Was she supposed to knock? Or could she just unlock the door and walk in?
Would her key even fit, after all these years?
She finally decided on knocking, just to be safe. After all, what if they had moved? She wouldn't have any way of knowing. It was her fault, however. She didn't keep in touch. How could she? It was too hard, she was too busy...it was too painful.
She knocked on the door. Five times. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. She waited. And waited. Her fingertips brushed around the small, hand carved sign on the front door. Welcome, it said. She hoped that it was true; that she would feel welcome once again.
She knocked again, louder this time. Still, she waited. Her eyes were fixed on the sign. It was made out of a deep, reddish wood and briefly she wondered what kind of tree it had come from. The word was trimmed with red paint. Dark red. Blood red.
Blood.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, blocking out the memories. Crying memories. Screaming memories. Bloody memories. Blood...there was so much blood. It was everywhere. On her, on him, on everyone, on everything.
She couldn't do this. She had to go. Away, far away...to some place where there wasn't memories. Where she could live without remembering and reliving that night. Over and over and over...
She was almost there. Almost to her car. She could just climb in and drive away. Away from the pain, away from the memories.
There was so much blood.
She sunk down to the ground on her hands and knees. She was crying, her tears falling onto the earth beneath her. She dug her fingers into dirt, sobbing hysterically as she remembered. It had been so long, yet it was just like yesterday. She remembered everything so clearly. The sights, the sounds, the smells.
"Go away!" She screamed into the night, desperately clinging to the grass and dirt. "Leave me alone!" She sobbed harder, curling her fingers into fists and beating against the earth. "Just leave me alone..."
She laid down on her side, curling up into a ball. Tighter, tighter...so tight that she couldn't get any closer. She wasn't sure how long she was there, but when she glanced up she saw someone standing over her. Her eyes squinted against the brilliant glare of the sun.
The sun?
She had fallen asleep. It was morning now.
"Are you okay?"
She stood up, making no attempt to brush herself off. "I'm...I'm fine," she mumbled, not making eye contact with the man.
"Are you sure?" He asked. "Because I could maybe call someone or..."
"I'm fine," she repeated. She looked up at him and felt her breath become caught in her throat.
The man's jaw dropped and he blinked rapidly. "It couldn't be..." He looked at her closely. "Val?"
Val Lanier nodded her head, ever so slightly. "Tyler...?" She questioned uncertainly, before fainting.
by Emilie Eden
Disclaimer: I hate doing these things, but oh well. In A Heartbeat belongs to Disney and such. I don't own anything, so don't sue. I am poor.
Notes: Once again, it has begun. I'm writing at ungodly hours in the morning. This one was writen around 3am, so forgive me if it makes no sense. This particular part is rather short, but the next parts should be much longer.
Warning: Future fic. This is a rather dark series, full of angst, mature situations (death, etc), cursing, unconventional couplings...etc, etc. Nothing too bad though. If you're gonna have a problem with any of the above, do feel free to turn back now.
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She climbed out of her car, her eyes landing on the house in front of her. It was just as she had remembered it. Small, cozy and full of memories; both good and bad. The house had deteriorated a bit in the eight years that she had been gone, but it was still home.
Wasn't it?
She quietly closed the car door and walked up the sidewalk, leading her to the house. She reached the front door and lifted her hand to knock, but paused. Was she supposed to knock? Or could she just unlock the door and walk in?
Would her key even fit, after all these years?
She finally decided on knocking, just to be safe. After all, what if they had moved? She wouldn't have any way of knowing. It was her fault, however. She didn't keep in touch. How could she? It was too hard, she was too busy...it was too painful.
She knocked on the door. Five times. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. She waited. And waited. Her fingertips brushed around the small, hand carved sign on the front door. Welcome, it said. She hoped that it was true; that she would feel welcome once again.
She knocked again, louder this time. Still, she waited. Her eyes were fixed on the sign. It was made out of a deep, reddish wood and briefly she wondered what kind of tree it had come from. The word was trimmed with red paint. Dark red. Blood red.
Blood.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, blocking out the memories. Crying memories. Screaming memories. Bloody memories. Blood...there was so much blood. It was everywhere. On her, on him, on everyone, on everything.
She couldn't do this. She had to go. Away, far away...to some place where there wasn't memories. Where she could live without remembering and reliving that night. Over and over and over...
She was almost there. Almost to her car. She could just climb in and drive away. Away from the pain, away from the memories.
There was so much blood.
She sunk down to the ground on her hands and knees. She was crying, her tears falling onto the earth beneath her. She dug her fingers into dirt, sobbing hysterically as she remembered. It had been so long, yet it was just like yesterday. She remembered everything so clearly. The sights, the sounds, the smells.
"Go away!" She screamed into the night, desperately clinging to the grass and dirt. "Leave me alone!" She sobbed harder, curling her fingers into fists and beating against the earth. "Just leave me alone..."
She laid down on her side, curling up into a ball. Tighter, tighter...so tight that she couldn't get any closer. She wasn't sure how long she was there, but when she glanced up she saw someone standing over her. Her eyes squinted against the brilliant glare of the sun.
The sun?
She had fallen asleep. It was morning now.
"Are you okay?"
She stood up, making no attempt to brush herself off. "I'm...I'm fine," she mumbled, not making eye contact with the man.
"Are you sure?" He asked. "Because I could maybe call someone or..."
"I'm fine," she repeated. She looked up at him and felt her breath become caught in her throat.
The man's jaw dropped and he blinked rapidly. "It couldn't be..." He looked at her closely. "Val?"
Val Lanier nodded her head, ever so slightly. "Tyler...?" She questioned uncertainly, before fainting.