Shelter
Rated G
All characters © other then me
Music and quotes by the Calling
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"Now I'm learning the lies
From the skies where they reign
Can't find shelter for myself"
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There had been times.
Times when the lingering daze of smoke had filled her with anger, anger towards herself for being weak, being dependent.
Now, now she welcomed the lingering smoke that hid the moon from her sight, smoke that burned her lungs and made her forget.
If she moved her feet a little she could feel the bottles that lay on the floor, shattered, the last drops floating into the rug.
Inside she was as broken
The pictures laid spread on the table in front of her. Images of flesh and blood that tortured her, that brought back memories.
She rose slowly.
Walked the short distance towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Saw the liquor that had conquered the shelves and inwardly she laughed, bitterly.
She took a bottle and made her way towards the sofa again.
The answering machine kept flashing red.
She knew who it was.
She slumped down on the sofa and twirled the bottle in her hand, unwilling to open it. She reached for the opener and dropped it, watched it fall to the floor.
To the floor, next to the images that shone with joy, that was not covered in blood and for the first time she felt the tears sprung in her eyes.
In the beginning she had believed when they had told her that healing took time and that everything would turn out alright.
Lies –
No one had told her the truth. No one had told her that she had to live through life with memories of the golden times.
No one had told her that she had to live through life with memories of torn flesh and blood sprawled on the floor.
No one –
-- Tbc –
Rated G
All characters © other then me
Music and quotes by the Calling
---
"Now I'm learning the lies
From the skies where they reign
Can't find shelter for myself"
----
There had been times.
Times when the lingering daze of smoke had filled her with anger, anger towards herself for being weak, being dependent.
Now, now she welcomed the lingering smoke that hid the moon from her sight, smoke that burned her lungs and made her forget.
If she moved her feet a little she could feel the bottles that lay on the floor, shattered, the last drops floating into the rug.
Inside she was as broken
The pictures laid spread on the table in front of her. Images of flesh and blood that tortured her, that brought back memories.
She rose slowly.
Walked the short distance towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Saw the liquor that had conquered the shelves and inwardly she laughed, bitterly.
She took a bottle and made her way towards the sofa again.
The answering machine kept flashing red.
She knew who it was.
She slumped down on the sofa and twirled the bottle in her hand, unwilling to open it. She reached for the opener and dropped it, watched it fall to the floor.
To the floor, next to the images that shone with joy, that was not covered in blood and for the first time she felt the tears sprung in her eyes.
In the beginning she had believed when they had told her that healing took time and that everything would turn out alright.
Lies –
No one had told her the truth. No one had told her that she had to live through life with memories of the golden times.
No one had told her that she had to live through life with memories of torn flesh and blood sprawled on the floor.
No one –
-- Tbc –