AN: None of the characters are mine except for Haley so far... reviews are appreciated- even criticism :) I dont know exactly where this is going but the thought bunny hopped into my head and so I wrote it down. tell me what you think!
First Sight
The cool air smells like salt
as the door opens
No one notices him come through the door
loud music and laughter
distracts them.
But I see him.
And I sit on my stool
hardly daring to move
as he sits down next to me.
He smells like whiskey and horses and
his face bears lines of pain beyond his years.
He pulls off his white wig,
revealing hair brown like bark.
'I suppose I won't be needing this anymore.'
he says.
He throws it down on the floor
disgusted.
He grabs my cup,
and drinks
til the bottom of the cup is visible.
But I don't notice.
All I can see is his eyes.
'Who are you?'
He asks.
It takes a moment for me
to understand that
he is talking to me.
'Haley' I stammer. 'And you?'
Then he stares at me
for a second.
His gaze bewitches me so
I almost forget where I am.
'I'm James.'
The Drink
I have lived in Tortuga
my whole life.
So if I am a master at anything
it would be the drink.
My mother, father, brothers
they drank and they partied.
I was the youngest
and they left me and
I stayed awake til well past morning.
Until they came home
weak and drunk
and passed out upon the floor.
I could see it in his eyes.
He looked as they had
His eyes became hazy and
I could feel him start to
drift away.
So I caught him
and took him
before the world could.
Away
I wanted to bring him somewhere safe
But I could not think straight.
My head was spinning
and I used all of my strength
to lift him up and away from the noise
His boots made thick lines in the dust
which kicked up around us
like little clouds
as we walked.
Home was where I took him.
My home.
No one was there,
the door was unlocked
and mother's favorite gown lay
in the middle of the floor.
I took him upstairs,
to my room.
Where I set him on my bed
and washed his face
with a damp rag.
The window was closed.
I walked to open it
and then sat down
on a small purple cushion
watching him sleep until I too
drifted away into dreams.
Dawn
The sun cracks through
the open window
creating a jagged line of light
across his face.
The purple cushion
refuses to stop
itching my back
and though I try to quietly stand up
he wakes when I move
and his eyes scream confusion.
'Where am I?' he asks.
He sits bolt upright,
a hand rushing to his head.
I press my finger to my lips.
'Shh.' I say. 'It's okay. You're safe.'
He looks at me like I'm an angel, a ghost.
Something that isn't really there.
'I'm Haley.' I say,
trying to remind him
of the night before.
'Haley.' He says.
He seems to be calmer now.
He lays down
closes his eyes.
and sighs.
I should probably move
or at least do something.
But I stand there, silent.
All I can think of
is how good his voice sounded
saying my name.