Disclaimer: all rent characters belong to Jonathan Larson, but the story
and my characters belong to me (so there!) ;-p
A/N: this is set when Angel is sick and after she dies. POV changes between characters.
Chapter one
ANGEL
I wake up thinking I'm in El Bronx again.
I wake up half expecting to see my sister, Sara in the bed next to me, or hear Jordan puking in the bathroom, or hear Alice scolding Shelley for being out too late.
But no.because there's no wilting rose bush outside the window. And it's Collins sleeping in the bed not Sara.
It's one of those days when the heat oozes through the city like molasses, or a plague. It makes you tank top stick to you back, your front and your sides like a second layer of skin, it makes wearing pantyhose impossible 'cause you can't even bring yourself to put them on. Even at seven AM it's hotter'n a frying pan in Hades and the thick soup of exhaust makes you nauseous like you were after you turned your first trick, or your second or your fiftieth. It's the kind of nauseous that happens the morning after you've dreamt of shadow wolves under the bed and wake up smelling sausage and pancakes and even though it smells safe you know you ain't.
God, I can't breathe. I'm dizzy. Jesus what's wrong? Collins? Sara? Jordan? I can't stand up..
"Angel?"
Oh, don't make me get up Jordan I don't wanna go to school..five more minutes.
"Angel?"
Sara in your short black skirt, leaning against the phone pole, smoking a cigarette, trying to look older than fifteen, leering at the passing cars * wanna party ?*
"Angel?!"
Roger playing his guitar, bantering with Mark. Mimi laughing and laughing and squirting water out her nose because someone.Maureen? No Roger, said something funny.
"Angel! Angel, wake up!"
Oh, Collins five more minutes. I'll get up I swear. I'll take Sara to school. We ain't gonna get lost it's five blocks to the Life Café.
"Ang.."
I can't hear you..too early..too late.you okay honey?.today for you.for you.tomorrow for.me..
Okay, this is the first chapter (obviously) please review! Tell me if it's worth it to keep going!
A/N: this is set when Angel is sick and after she dies. POV changes between characters.
Chapter one
ANGEL
I wake up thinking I'm in El Bronx again.
I wake up half expecting to see my sister, Sara in the bed next to me, or hear Jordan puking in the bathroom, or hear Alice scolding Shelley for being out too late.
But no.because there's no wilting rose bush outside the window. And it's Collins sleeping in the bed not Sara.
It's one of those days when the heat oozes through the city like molasses, or a plague. It makes you tank top stick to you back, your front and your sides like a second layer of skin, it makes wearing pantyhose impossible 'cause you can't even bring yourself to put them on. Even at seven AM it's hotter'n a frying pan in Hades and the thick soup of exhaust makes you nauseous like you were after you turned your first trick, or your second or your fiftieth. It's the kind of nauseous that happens the morning after you've dreamt of shadow wolves under the bed and wake up smelling sausage and pancakes and even though it smells safe you know you ain't.
God, I can't breathe. I'm dizzy. Jesus what's wrong? Collins? Sara? Jordan? I can't stand up..
"Angel?"
Oh, don't make me get up Jordan I don't wanna go to school..five more minutes.
"Angel?"
Sara in your short black skirt, leaning against the phone pole, smoking a cigarette, trying to look older than fifteen, leering at the passing cars * wanna party ?*
"Angel?!"
Roger playing his guitar, bantering with Mark. Mimi laughing and laughing and squirting water out her nose because someone.Maureen? No Roger, said something funny.
"Angel! Angel, wake up!"
Oh, Collins five more minutes. I'll get up I swear. I'll take Sara to school. We ain't gonna get lost it's five blocks to the Life Café.
"Ang.."
I can't hear you..too early..too late.you okay honey?.today for you.for you.tomorrow for.me..
Okay, this is the first chapter (obviously) please review! Tell me if it's worth it to keep going!