Title: Extreme Ways
Rating: PG
A/N: Inspired by Moby's "Extreme Ways". It's sort of a poem/short fic.
You don't see me
Hell, you don't even know I exist
But I'm here
I watch you
I stand here
Staring…….
Staring…….
Rain is pouring down from the sky
The sky is enveloping me in its cold embrace
But I keep my stance, my strong stance
Water cascading down my head
Over my face
I hug my sweatshirt tighter against me
But I stand as I still as I can
I watch
I always watch
You're a few feet away from me
You're running
On the long track field
You're wet
Soaking in the water
The rain
Even from where I stand
I see you're breathing hard
Panting breathlessly
You're crying
But you never stop
Never stop running
I notice
Even *I * notice all the emotions running
Through you
At this very moment
You seem happy
You seem sad
You seem devastated………
Suddenly………
You stop
Come to a brutal halt
I see you collapse
Drop to your knees
The wet soil, dirt has covered your sweat-pants
You fall into the position of a ball
I see you're………
Shaking
Weeping
Wailing even
You're sobbing for you're friend
The one that died
I know
I always know
I want to reach out to you
Touch you
Hold you
I stand behind the tall chain fence
But I don't……….
Reach
I still don't move.
But I want too
Gosh, I want too
I can't, Pony
I can't
I shouldn't be here
No
I shouldn't
Please
I wish you could understand
I wish you would even care
But could you?
Understand?
I think………
Maybe……..
You could
I look down at my watch
It's 4:45 pm
I have too go
I can't stay
But I don't want to leave you
Alone
But it's not like I'm your…..…….
Guardian Angel
This role
I've practically taken on
Your silent watcher
Angel
Or Devil
He could pick
You could pick
I see a car pull up not to far from where I stand
I back away
I see two boys come out
They walk slowly through the field
Not minding the rain
The cold water
They approach the crying form
And I see the younger of the two bends down
He holds Ponyboy tightly to him
The other stands to the side
His hands
In his pockets
But he watches intently
He's concerned
He's worried
They soon get up
Walk nearer to where I stand
Once more
I back away, nervously
I realize their not coming towards me
No
Never to me
I see them get in the car
I see them drive off
And I wish……
Only wish
They'd see me
Hello. My names Caresella Feliciano. I've adored Ponyboy Curtis for two years now. I live in a "home", a home of problems; I've come to think of it as. The only way for me to take my mind off them is to mind other peoples lives, troubles.
But hey!
I wouldn't call it stalking.
At least I don't think it is.
Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn't know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I'd owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me
Extreme ways that that help me
Help me out at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it planned
I would stand in line for this
There's always room in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn't have much to say
I didn't get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along
I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I've seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn't believe
I would stand in line for this
It's always good in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
-Moby "Extreme Ways"