This is my BVB song-fic, I won a contest for this, so I guess it's goodish, it's four chapters (already finished on my DA account, link on my profile) but I may make it longer if I get enough requests.
Chapter One;Thoughts of escape and bloodshot eyes.
I pulled myself up into a seating postition, the sky outside was painted grey.
Tears threatened as I felt everything tower onto me again.
"I just want to escape... I wish I could escape" I prayed softly, cradling my legs. Holding myself together.
Tears streamed quietly and unbounded down my cheeks.
"Moria!" My mother called, inside my guts tightened in worry, how could I live up to her expectations any longer?
"Yes, mother?" I called back, hoping my voice wouldn't crack, wouldn't show my fear.
"Guests!" She replied in a flourish, I sighed and rubbed my wet face. I picked myself up and looked in the mirror, my eyes looked sunken into my eye sockets, my skin was red and blotchy. I groaned and quickly brushed blusher over my face, still looking washed out I pinched my cheeks and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
I sighed once again, giving up as I ran my fingers through my long hair, hoping it'd cover most of my face anyway.
My mother was waiting for me at the bottom of the staris, I took one look at her perfect white suit and made-up face and shivered inwardly.
"Moria!" She hissed, grabbing my shoulders and digging her nails in,"These are our new neighbours, don't act a fool or... well, your father will turn in his grave, and you know what happens when he does that" I grimaced at the mental image that produced.
Nodding, I gulped as she lead me into our brightly lit dining room.
Sitting on one side was two older peopel, about mid-fourties, dark hair, noscript clothes. I'm guessing the parents of the boy sitting on the other side, next to my usual chair. I could only see the back of his head, but he was quite tall and had longish black hair.
I took my seat next to the boy, my mother sat at one end of the table, before I could stop myself , my eyes sweeped down to the other side, which remained empty. The only clue to the past inhabitant as my father's portrait hanging proudly on the wall behind the chair.
"Bill, Jane, this is my beautiful daugther Moria, Moria, this is Bill, Jane and their son, Morgan" My mother smiled warmly, the pretence -of course- was bought by Bill and Jane who smiled and nodded along like trained puppies. I looked at Morgan from under my hair, only to see him looking straight back. He had his sweeping across his hair and covering one eye, his skin was shockingly pale against his hair, his green eyes shone out, rimmed slightly with black.
I blushed and looked straight down;letting the mindless blabblings of the adults wash through my mind.
"Well, Bill,Jane. I'm sure you both are wonderful parents but..." My mothers voice quietned, "Morgan isn;t someone I want My Moria knowing...she knows her place, so unlike...him" I silently gasped at my mothers words, how could she be so cruel?
But, I knew very well she could be so much worse - I have the scars to prove it.
"I'm sorry" I whispered, hoping Morgan hadn't heard the cruel taunts of my oh-so-perfect mother.
A hand covered mine on the table and squeezed it. I opened my eyes to see it was Morgans.
"It's cool" He whispered back, his warm hands clinging to my fingers, sending shockwaves up my hands to my chest.
I shivered, not because I was cold, but because my heart began beating faster, pumping more blood around, making me dizzy.
I heard a warning cough, it was my mother. I snacthed my hand back cradling it to my chest behind the veil of my dark hair.