'Believe in Me'
For someone I once knew.
He saved a life, but who was there when he needed someone to save him?
A/N This story was inspired by three things, first the song 'Wind Beneath My Wings' by Bette Midler, secondly people who lose everything but manage to pull themselves through and regain what they lost. They're the strongest people I know, they keep fighting. Lastly by some one I once knew. With that in mind I think it is safe to say that you should be prepared, you will probably find this story saddening. It is a Jason and Tommy fic. But it is not specific; people can read what they want to into it, so whether you see their friendship or something more please read and I hope you like it. X
(All additional quotes, poems and thoughts/messages are mine unless specified otherwise)
Chapter 1 – One moment of loneliness
Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings,
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
People die everyday. Some people die alone, other people die surrounded by strangers others by friends. Ultimately we all die alone; we take that last step on our own and whatever comes next we discover it alone.
Someone once told me that there is a moment, a perfect moment in which we see everything that was, and then what is to come. Something less than a second but something that lasts an eternity. That is the moment before you die, whether you die slowly or in an instant, whether there is pain or peace. It is the moment that there is everything and the moment in which there is nothing. It is the moment you leave, the moment before you die.
It was an instant, that was all. A split second that involved a choice that would change his life. He hadn't been expecting anything when he had walked down that road, hadn't known the world would tilt and hadn't known it would never right itself, would never make him right. It was a busy road; he knew that, the cars sped down it like they were the only things in the world; like the world would stop for them. But it wouldn't.
It had been a little girl that had changed his life forever, a little girl and a man that had smelt of alcohol. When he thought about it there was very little justice in the world but perhaps just enough to ensure that the man had never drank again. But justice was fickle; the man never opened his eyes again.
They say that the sky can cry; the heavens burst open in a tumult of emotion. They say rain is the sorrow of the world, all the pain held in the sky empties on to the ground, its tears a half measure of feeling. The tears of the earth and they cried for us, for you and for him. That day the rain fell heavy, weighed down with sorrow as the sky shed its tears; it was the day the world cried, watched as a hero became a tragedy. That was the day the sky cried.
The road had been relatively quiet that day and the cars had stopped at the crossing, a red light flashing like a warning and the little girl had been crossing the road between the spluttering engines. She'd reminded him of a picture Kat had once shown him of her as a little girl; she had the same short pale hair and a pink dress with a pink back pack. A flower in a washed out world of water. He'd seen the car coming, thought it would stop but realized moments before that it wouldn't; the man behind the wheel seemed to realize in the last moment too and swerved to avoid the little girl with the smile. The car had spun around in an entire circle smashing two other cars on its way but he had known it would hit her anyway. The rain kept falling, kept crying.
It was reflexes that had him running towards her, reflexes that slowed the moments down, made time stop and made every detail vivid enough to last a life time of memory. He'd seen the tail end of the car swinging towards him as he had thrown her out of the way and had turned to see it face on and sometimes when he remembered the impact it was like he was an outsider; he saw himself being hit saw the way he was tossed into the air and saw himself fall. The funniest thing was the silence. Just as time had stopped so had sound, the silence had wrapped itself around him until there was nothing, and he couldn't even remember the pain. Until there was nothing but the sound of the rain.
People die everyday. People are lost in an explosion of life, what is the beginning is just the end, but it doesn't always end there. Some people die to live again. He died that day, he became someone different, his world tilted and still waits to be put right again. Some people die alone, other people die surrounded by strangers others by friends. We all die alone. But some people die with a little girl dressed in pink holding their hand. That was the day the sky cried.
A/N Seriously people; drama and sadness. Hope you guys…well 'like it' is the best I can come up with but you don't necessarily have to like it in order to read on; you just need to understand its value and its messages. I guess you can't exactly like something this sorrowful and serious but please read on and tell me what you think. xxx