Inspired by the song Halo by Beyonce =)
Disclaimer- i don't own QAF... never have, never will... its a shame really.
Setting- When Brian was waiting to hear whether Justin was going to liver or die after The Bashing
Justin is the only one that could expose me to the world. I shut everyone out, isolated myself from the people that care about me. But with Justin, he came along, he touched my heart, and it seemed as though all those walls that had been built around me for 30 years, fell all too easily.
It took me a while to realise how much he actually meant to me, although from the night I met him, there was something special there. He came, I fucked him. He followed me around. Sure, it was annoying the first few weeks, but when everyone began to accept he was there to stay, he started to become someone I wanted to be around, even if I never admitted that to anyone
All my rules that I had made, all that I believe in fucking, not love, I don't do boyfriends, all of that bullshit...is just that... Bullshit... I was just scared that I would be hurt again. All those drugs, all those tricks, all those times I simply ignored that "kid" I only did it to hid my feelings, and sometimes, all that acting got tiring.
Justin is here to stay. He works where I eat, he has put up with me, and he is still alive (barely) I let him live with me, even though it was only for a little while. But that doesn't stop me from inviting him over for a fuck or two, or just... Talking with him. Talking about anything and everything. School, parents, Babylon, Emmett, music, work, colour, line texture, music... Anything. My loft is full of his crap. His art gathered in a pile among my work, one of his socks under the bed, a school tie hanging on the back of a chair.
When I was dancing with him at the prom. He looked so happy, so pleased that I had come. I told him it was for me. Ha... So not true. I needed to see him, see his ever-perfect smile, his glowing skin, his radiant blonde hair, and his... God... His amazing body. The night... It was perfect, that is, until he got bashed.
I kissed him, and I was planning to fuck him later. He had my scarf. Not that I cared at all. He could have it. He looked gorgeous with it on anyway. He told me it was a night he will never forget. If only that was true.
When he was hit, he was smiling. He was smiling because I yelled out to him. The sun entered that dim parking lot for a split second, before the bat smashed the sun itself out of my life. As the darkness engulfed me, all I could do was protect my Justin... My baby... From being hurt again. I pushed Chris away, and grabbed the bat. Oh how I wanted to kill him. Bash him in the head harder than he did to Justin, but I had to help Justin. So I simply hit him in the shin. I rushed to my baby's side. He looked so small and helpless laying on that cold cement, blood streaming out of a large gash in his head. He had to be alive... He just had to...
I'd been taught by my dear old dad not to trust anyone. They will only hurt you. Although Justin had done nothing to purposely hurt me, it still felt like I was the one bashed in the head. It was agony to be in the dark. Without Justin, there was no sunshine, and without these fucking doctors doing a quick enough job, I didn't know whether my sunshine was still alive.
I just need to know, Will my light shine again? Will the love of my life return to where he should be, at my side? Please... Let him be ok...
PLeASe REviEW =)