Disclaimer: I do not own the Slayers or the song "Mistaken Identity", by Delta Goodrem
"Mistaken Identity"
The girl in the chair with the long golden hair
Well that used to be me
She used to be so carefree. Her days where filled with running her little pottery shop and tending to her adopted son, Val. She would rise with the sun; make her usual morning tea as she prepared herself for another day at the shop. Val would soon rise after and she would make put him in his high chair as he giggled and drooled all over himself as she soothingly cooed while feeding him his morning baby mush.
A flirtatious smile unpredictably wild
Always trying to please
She was well known in the village for her extraordinary beauty, and heart warming smile. The villagers knew she was a dragon, both her and her son, but they did not treat her any differently, she was welcomed with warmth and hospitality when she first set up shop and home near the outskirts of the town itself. Her neighbours would bring her baskets of bread and jam; some would even bring a few toys for Val. She would accept them with her brightest smile and invite them in for tea; she was also known for her delicious tea.
I was always walking one step ahead
A while after she had settled in to her new life, he showed up. That stupid namagomi with the purple hair and the genki smile. He would pop in whenever she least expected it, scaring her witless and sending her into a blinding rage as she tried and failed numerous times to literally wipe that smile off his face. Eventually she would tire and after half her store was demolished. She would sigh and tell him to just leave her alone. She would then take Val up to bed (he usually would safely sit in his corner play pen until either he or Filia wore themselves out first) and then head to her own room. Usually by the time she had tucked Val in Xellos had fixed the major damage done to her walls (although he never cleaned up the broken pottery or furniture) and had vanished before she could come down the stairs.
Or so I thought until the monster crawled into my bed
However this time it was different. Instead of being gone when she had tucked Val in, he was still there in her living room, which was surprisingly spotless after her most recent rampage. She asked him why he was still there, he just smiled, but it wasn't his usual smile. She should have known the moment she saw him still there that something was not right. She simply told him to leave again and headed to bed. However when she changed into her night dress, he was there. She yelled at him, but he merely continued to smile as he grabbed her and forced her to the bed. She tried to scream, but he silenced her with his own mouth, his hands all over her. She continued to struggle, but deep down she knew it was no use, he also knew this, and he used it to his full advantage.
Rewind and erase that shock look on your face
'cause your mona-lisa is dead
After he had had his fill of her, he stayed for a short while, stroking her hair and holding her close. Whether it was to comfort her heart broken sobs, or to merely feed off the lingering anger and despair, she would never know.
A million words a thousand days
"Why?" was all she said as she sobbed into his chest.
"Because your mine. For now and forever, mine."
The girl I used to be,
Has a terrible case of mistaken identity
When she woke late the next day, he was gone. She tried to ignore the pain between her legs, to pass of the whole thing as just a horrible nightmare and go about her day as usual.
And yesterday's girl is not what you see,
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity
Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, she could not forget what had happened that night. The images constantly flashing before her mind eye, more than once she found herself on the floor crying and hugging her knees to herself, begging for the ground to swallow her whole and end it all.
The sun likes to rise and the moon likes to fall,
And that's kinda like my life
It had been three days since that night with Xellos. Ever since then she has been on an emotional rollercoaster. One minute she would appear her usual happy self, tending to her customers and playing with Val. Then the next, she would be found moping around her kitchen, her eyes downcast and lifeless.
I've played the role of the nice girl next door,
Who gets cut like a knife
She would often reflect on what had happened, what she had missed, to bring about this whole situation. She finally concluded that it was because she was too gentle, too weak. That's why she couldn't fight him off, she wasn't strong enough, and because of that weakness she was now stained, and there was nothing that she could do to erase that stain.
Now I'm not looking for apology eyes,
And I don't want to spend a night on a bed of beautiful lies
Then at the end of the third day, he came back. At first she could not believe he had the indecency to show his face around her again after what he did to her. Then he completely caught her off guard by walking up to her and hugging her. Nothing else, just simply holding her. At first she stayed completely still, and then she regained her composure and pushed him off of her. He did not resist her shove as he backed away from her, eyes glaring into hers; and she glared right back. "Leave, now." Was all she said to him. He stared at her for a few more seconds after before closing his eyes again and leaving without a word.
Erase and rewind leave that sick girl behind and fast forward, fast forward
Filia accepted that she will probably never go back to the way she was, trusting, carefree, naïve. She will not let herself be hurt like this again, not without a fight.
A thousand days
The girl I used to be.
Has a terrible case of mistaken identity
And yesterday's girl is not what you see;
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity
After that day she changed for good. She was still polite to her customers and neighbours, but she never invited them in for tea again. She started to become cold and distant, hardly ever socialising. She treated Val no differently, he was only a child, and he did not deserve her cold shoulder. Every time she saw a particular shade of purple, her heart would ache in the strangest way. She would feel both rage and…loneliness.
That's not me; it's just not me.
That's not me
This wasn't who she used to be. She used to be happy. She still wants to be happy. But that's just not her anymore, he saw to that personally.
The girl I used to be,
Has a terrible case of mistaken identity.
And yesterday's girl is not what you see;
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity.
She would never know that he was always watching her. He knew she had changed, he knew he was the cause. He regrets the day he ruined his favourite toy, but he will always keep watch. Waiting, hoping, that one day the girl he used to know, will remember herself, and come back to him.
Ok…kinda weird and I know it may not make much sense but meh.
I know I should be concentrating on my other story but honestly I herd this song and it's like this story was standing behind me hitting me in the back of the head chanting "write me, write me, write me, write me." So I finally caved and wrote this. It's kinda all over the place, but let's just say this made a lot of sense in my head. Please tell me what you think, I don't mind if you think it's sucky, I kinda think so too, but just tell me how it's suck and how to improve, this was my first sonfic after all.
Thanks for reading it though xD