"If there's a way that you could be everything you want to be, would you
complain that it came to easy?" ~ 'Violet' (Savage Garden)
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the characters for a little game of twist and shame! A/N: Sorry about the awful format. I really can't get the hang of it. Plus ff.net doesn't approve of my use of italics I'm assuming. Grrr.. Bare with.
The white ceiling spun erratically above him. His stomach gave yet another lurch as thoughts swam in and out of his mind. Why did this always happen to him? Maybe he was a suffered from irritable bowel syndrome and just didn't know it yet. A small chuckle escaped from his lips, followed by a searing pain that rocketed through his head. The sudden ache in his skull brought the sudden onset of more stomach tribulations. With one fell movement his stomach went from where anatomy had intended, into his throat. Rolling off the bed as quickly as possible, he managed to crawl in a G.I .Joe manner to the toilette. Grasping the ceramic sides, he hung his head into the pot and began spewing the contents left in his abdomen.
Once finished, he slid down onto the cool floor. Pressing his head onto the side of the porcelain, hoping the coolness would help relieve the throbbing. It was to no avail, as the pain steadily increased. Staggering to his feet, he groggily fished through the cabinet until he found gold in a bottle. Popping two blue tablets into his mouth and swallowing them dry, he edged his way carefully back to his bed. Pulling the sheets from the floor and wrapping them around his shaking body brought little solace. A cold sweat had saturated the linens thoroughly, but he was beyond caring as the pills began to work their magic. Closing his eyes, he was guided into a deep slumber.
~The breeze carried an aroma of mild heat and exotic fruit. Clouds drifted lazily through the saffron sky as an array of birds swooped carelessly in circles. With every wave that came lapping onto the shoreline, there was a larger one following behind it. A small blonde boy around seven years old floated idly in the low tide. Beside him stood his brother keeping a watchful eye on every coming wave. On the beach stood their doting mother and father, gazing happily at both the sunset and their two children.
"Do you think everyone's life is this perfect Scott?" the blonde was now facing his brother looking at him with a serious look adorning his ocean washed face.
"I guess it depends on what you think perfect is Alex." he turned back to gazing at the water.
The tide grew rougher and the once saffron sky turned a slate gray. A bitter wind swept over the seaside, the clouds now ominous emitting a rumble with a deafening force. Scott was hurtled under the surge with such vigor that his lungs were filled with the saline fluid. He flailed around under the water, everything became still around his combating. With great oblige his head rose to the surface, finally breaching the air. Coughing and sputtering he sucked in as much oxygen as the short breaths would allow.
"Help me! Mom! Dad! Help me please!" tears rolled down his cheeks, only to be lost in the ocean itself.
Before being claimed once again by the tumultuous waters, a pair of small hands clasped onto his left arm. With little effort he was helped onto the grainy sand. Opening his eyes, he could tell the beach was empty aside from Alex.
"They're gone Scott. It's all gone, what are you going to do Scott?"~
"Scott!" Scott shot up from his bed, gazing at the crowd that was congregated in his room. Kitty glanced nervously at Rogue who stood with her back against the wall with a look of disgust on her face. Kurt and Evan stood with their hands shoved in their pockets eyes on the floor in guilt. Jean, at the foot of his bed, had a look of horror and sorrow painted on her face.
"Are you alright Scott?" Jeans voice sounded distant and concerned. "Yeah, yeah. Fine. Just ate some bad pizza is all." Though lying through his teeth, it seemed to be excuse enough. The group slowly parted, making their way from the room that reeked of vomit and sweat.
Jean paused; hand on the doorway, eyes focused on Scott's ashen face. She forcefully smiled at him, though she knew it was far more than bad pizza.
"If you need anything." "Thanks, if I need anything I will."
A/N: There, chapter one! I'm not completely sure where I'm going to carry this fiction. Reviews (especially constructive criticism) are much needed! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the characters for a little game of twist and shame! A/N: Sorry about the awful format. I really can't get the hang of it. Plus ff.net doesn't approve of my use of italics I'm assuming. Grrr.. Bare with.
The white ceiling spun erratically above him. His stomach gave yet another lurch as thoughts swam in and out of his mind. Why did this always happen to him? Maybe he was a suffered from irritable bowel syndrome and just didn't know it yet. A small chuckle escaped from his lips, followed by a searing pain that rocketed through his head. The sudden ache in his skull brought the sudden onset of more stomach tribulations. With one fell movement his stomach went from where anatomy had intended, into his throat. Rolling off the bed as quickly as possible, he managed to crawl in a G.I .Joe manner to the toilette. Grasping the ceramic sides, he hung his head into the pot and began spewing the contents left in his abdomen.
Once finished, he slid down onto the cool floor. Pressing his head onto the side of the porcelain, hoping the coolness would help relieve the throbbing. It was to no avail, as the pain steadily increased. Staggering to his feet, he groggily fished through the cabinet until he found gold in a bottle. Popping two blue tablets into his mouth and swallowing them dry, he edged his way carefully back to his bed. Pulling the sheets from the floor and wrapping them around his shaking body brought little solace. A cold sweat had saturated the linens thoroughly, but he was beyond caring as the pills began to work their magic. Closing his eyes, he was guided into a deep slumber.
~The breeze carried an aroma of mild heat and exotic fruit. Clouds drifted lazily through the saffron sky as an array of birds swooped carelessly in circles. With every wave that came lapping onto the shoreline, there was a larger one following behind it. A small blonde boy around seven years old floated idly in the low tide. Beside him stood his brother keeping a watchful eye on every coming wave. On the beach stood their doting mother and father, gazing happily at both the sunset and their two children.
"Do you think everyone's life is this perfect Scott?" the blonde was now facing his brother looking at him with a serious look adorning his ocean washed face.
"I guess it depends on what you think perfect is Alex." he turned back to gazing at the water.
The tide grew rougher and the once saffron sky turned a slate gray. A bitter wind swept over the seaside, the clouds now ominous emitting a rumble with a deafening force. Scott was hurtled under the surge with such vigor that his lungs were filled with the saline fluid. He flailed around under the water, everything became still around his combating. With great oblige his head rose to the surface, finally breaching the air. Coughing and sputtering he sucked in as much oxygen as the short breaths would allow.
"Help me! Mom! Dad! Help me please!" tears rolled down his cheeks, only to be lost in the ocean itself.
Before being claimed once again by the tumultuous waters, a pair of small hands clasped onto his left arm. With little effort he was helped onto the grainy sand. Opening his eyes, he could tell the beach was empty aside from Alex.
"They're gone Scott. It's all gone, what are you going to do Scott?"~
"Scott!" Scott shot up from his bed, gazing at the crowd that was congregated in his room. Kitty glanced nervously at Rogue who stood with her back against the wall with a look of disgust on her face. Kurt and Evan stood with their hands shoved in their pockets eyes on the floor in guilt. Jean, at the foot of his bed, had a look of horror and sorrow painted on her face.
"Are you alright Scott?" Jeans voice sounded distant and concerned. "Yeah, yeah. Fine. Just ate some bad pizza is all." Though lying through his teeth, it seemed to be excuse enough. The group slowly parted, making their way from the room that reeked of vomit and sweat.
Jean paused; hand on the doorway, eyes focused on Scott's ashen face. She forcefully smiled at him, though she knew it was far more than bad pizza.
"If you need anything." "Thanks, if I need anything I will."
A/N: There, chapter one! I'm not completely sure where I'm going to carry this fiction. Reviews (especially constructive criticism) are much needed! Thanks for reading!