(The Fray - How to Save a Life)
Started out with a drabble written for the shuffle game over at the forums, then added in the first part and the lyrics before the end. It's a really amazing song. If you haven't heard it, I totally recommend looking it up.
Anyway, hope you guys like it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island, nor do I own the song.
2010
He woke up, sprawled on his couch with his comforter pushed under the coffee table. The TV was still on, just like he'd left it the previous night. He paid no attention to the electricity bills even when he wasn't able to submit any of the payments on time. With his eyes half open, he slipped out of bed.
The coffee was stale, over a few days old, but he drank it anyway. He found an unfinished can of pork and beans on the top right shelf in the fridge, and took several bites before leaving it on the counter.
His walls were covered with photographs and old copies of the Toronto Star he often found lying on the streets. Sometimes he'd take out a pen and circle out the parts he thought wouldn't mean anything to him, then read over them the most.
Checking his watch-which read 2:30-he walked out of his apartment, the keys jingling in his right pocket. He walked to his car in jeans and a sweatshirt he hadn't washed in days, when the weather lady predicted heavy rain with a possibility of hail.
He wasn't one to follow the rules, anyway.
Yet for some uncanny reason he couldn't explain to anyone (himself included), he decided to become a police officer.
--
Duncan bent before the first tombstone, still wondering how it had ended up this way.
Courtney Anne Evans, 1992-2009, 'sometimes you look right through a person and end up seeing them all wrong'
It had rained for days. He ran over the puddles, drowning into his own misery, and got the flowers out of his truck. He made his way back, laying a few white roses before his lover's grave.
The second tombstone stood next to it. It haunted him even more. The night of the crash, he was asked to work a couple extra hours. He recieved a call from the police minutes after overtime, filling him in on what had happened, as per Courtney's last instructions. He quit his job moments after.
Why? It was the question in his head when he'd first heard the news, and the question that remained as the days went by.
He bent before it. Harold W, 1992-2009, was killed trying to save a life
The newspapers had came flooding in the next day, even when most of them weren't due 'til later that week. It was the story printed on every first page. Harold's quote, his last few words, was added somewhere in each article, 'I'm sorry, Courtney'
Duncan listened for a moment, then placed a single daffodil next to his grave. The air tasted bitter, but he swore he heard their voices. Somewhere far, coming from a place he'd yet to see for himself, but still close to his heart.
'I forgive you, Harold'
'I forgave you a long time ago'
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Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Couldn't come up with a single surname I could use for Harold, so just left it with a random initial.
R&R :)