Hello! I don't know why, but I'm in a writing mood! This is supposed to be a one-shot, but I might continue it. It depends on if I'm in a writing mood tomorrow. This is my first song-fic. Though I don't really like song fics, I was singing this in choir and couldn't resist! Enjoy!
Hark, how the bells
Sweet silver bells
All seem to say
Throw cares away
The bright lights of a city on the blink of Christmas blinded her as she walked across the street towards the tallest building on Michigan Avenue. The John Hancock Observatory towered over the streets. Salvation Army volunteers rang their little pint-sized bells, while people dropped spare change into the red buckets. She scanned every person in the crowd, looking for the reason she was here at all.
Christmas is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold
She heard a loud ringing noise. The large clock on the steeple rang once, twice, three times. She thought "It's time." She stood alone on the sidewalk while busy hoards of holiday shoppers brushed past her, wrapped up in their own little worlds, only concerned about what to buy, what to wear, what to do.
Ding dong ding dong
That is our song
With joyful ring
All caroling
The nearest Salvation Army volunteer rang his bell excessively hard, prompting a lady in a fur coat to drop a twenty dollar bill in the bucket. A baby girl in a light pink sweater dropped a quarter inside and looked like she had won the noble prize, she was so pleased with herself. Her mother laughed a tinkling noise that she immediately hated. Everyone else had it so easy…
One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From everywhere
Filling the air
A pain gripped her midsection as she thought of the one thing that had prompted her to even go outside. She forced herself to stay focused. As soon as she got this over with, she could forget everything that had happened, for good.
Oh how they pound
Raising the sound
O'er hill and dale
Telling the tale
She felt her coat for the weapon. It was right she had put it the night before. She sighed. You still have a choice said the awful voice inside of her. Shut up she ordered. Please it pleaded. She smiled darkly. It was funny how the voice was pleading with her now, when she had once been a servant to it. Hmm, let me think, nah she thought.
Gaily they ring
While people sing
Songs of good cheer
Christmas is here
"Merry Christmas" she whispered. She brought the gun to her head and was about to pull the trigger when she heard a voice. "Bridgette!" she stuffed the gun back in her pocket and spun around. Who she saw really stunned her. "Geoff?"
Merry merry merry merry Christmas
Merry merry merry merry Christmas
His smile was still there, but he had grown a beard since she had last seen him. "What are you doing her?" she asked. He frowned a bit. "I heard the news, about David. I'm really sorry. I wanted to talk to you. I haven't seen you in such a long time." David. Her little boy. That name cut through her like a knife. She turned around curtly and started top walk away when he yelled after her "Bridgette! I'm sorry! You probably don't want to talk about that." She turned around again. "It's ok. What were you going to say?"
On on they send
On without end
Their joyful tone
To every home
He drew in a breath before continuing. "Well, I know that you had nothing to do with it." She almost laughed. "Tell me something I don't already know." He fidgeted and said "I know who did it." Her eyes widened. "W-What?" His gaze never faltered. "I know who killed David." She flustered. "W-who?" "He did. He was killing himself slowly by not telling you about his disease and he finally just eroded away. It's not your fault, Bridgette. It's not your fault." She was crying by now. She grabbed onto his coat and sobbed.
Ding, dong, ding…
"Come on." He said gently. "I know a wicked place for coffee." She nodded and followed and they walked off together, the sweet silver bells of the Salvation Army ringing all around them.
Dong…
Wow. I think that was really good. It's the first time I've ever written something so good! The song was Carol of the Bells. Review please!
Elly