Another songfic! This one really shows my depressing side, as well as my love for Amy Lee songs and Nightmare Before Christmas! Enjoy!
Song: Sally's Song
Artist: Amy Lee
Album: Nightmare Revisited
(It's gonna be Stephanie's POV for the entire story)
He's in the wind, again. Tears fell from my eyes and hit the bed, leaving stains. He was running again.
The most tragic thing had to happen. My parents, Grandma Mazur, Valerie and the kids, and Albert had been killed in a firebomb attack because of me. I was completely alone now.
Morelli was useless, he was saying "the boys miss you, Cupcake," trying to get me back into his bed.
I glanced at myself in the mirror on my dresser; I looked like hell. My hair was shadowing my face and tears stained my cheeks. Mascara was streaked down from the corners of my eyes, my lips were swollen from me biting them, my face was pale, my body was thin from not eating in days.
Sobs racked my chest as I rocked back and forth in a small ball.
I sense there's something in the wind.
That feels like tragedy's at hand.
And though I'd like to stand by him,
Can't shake this feeling that I have.
At the funeral, Morelli was there, Ranger wasn't, Lula, Connie, Tank, Mooner, Diesel, the Merry Men, and some blond girl with Diesel were there. Diesel put his arm around me and hugged me, trying to take Ranger's place.
I was hollow inside. I didn't care anymore. Morelli's kisses meant nothing, Lula's visits were boring as I wasn't talking, Tank and the guys' visits were meaningless... The only one who even had a chance to talk me into health was in the wind.
Ranger.
The only one who can help me save myself.
Other than him, I had no reason for living anymore.
The worst is just around the bend,
And does he notice, my feelings for him?
And will he see, how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be.
Tank had called him and left message after message telling him to come home, saying that I was talking about suicide. That my life was hell.
I agreed with Tank. I needed him here. He knows I love him; he knows how much he means to me, he knows that he is the only thing that can save me. I just wish he would.
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd,
And their enthusiastic cloud.
Two weeks later, Lula came in with a box of doughnuts from Tasty Pastry. She came back half an hour later, and every one was still there, untouched.
"White girl, you lookin' scary. You're eyes are all hollow and shit. You look bony," she said. It made no difference to me, even though she was right.
Try as I may it doesn't last.
And will we ever,
End up together?
A week after that, Ranger strode into my apartment and found me curled up in a ball on my bed, wearing rumpled clothes, with my body malnourished.
"Babe, what the hell happened to you?" He asked. I didn't answer. "Babe?" He tried again. Still, I ignored him.
I stood from my perch and walked over to my window, he was too late. I put a foot on the window sill and started to step out, prepared to fall to my death.
All I had wanted was to see his face again. One last time.
Ranger roughly grabbed my arms and pulled me back in. "Stephanie, look at me," he commanded. He tilted my face up and stared into my eyes, looking at me with horror. "Babe..."
I smiled at him, just a small one, the corners of my mouth barely tilting up. "I missed you. I love you." It was the first thing I had said in weeks. He hugged me to him.
"Babe."
I pulled away and stepped toward the window.
"And I'm sorry."
And I fell from the window, my eyes never once leaving his face.
And will we ever, end up together?
No I think not.
It's never to become.
For I am not the one.
I cried when I finished this, and I'm sorry if you guys are mad at me. This wasn't what I planned out, but it took root in my head anyway. I'm so sorry, Ranger. I'm sorry, Steph.
-Melissa
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Janet Evanovich. Song belongs to Nightmare Before Christmas. I own nothing. And the blond girl is Lizzy Tucker for those of you who have read Wicked Appetite.