Chapter 1 – Confession To Yourself
Peters' apartment.
Peter stood in the kitchen with a bottle of beer in his hand. Glancing at the clock on the wall he sighed, 3.14am. It was the third night in a row that he hadn't been able to sleep. The pain in his heart was keeping him and there was no way to relieve it, without getting him self in to trouble. He allowed his mind to slip back to the pain in his heart, Olivia Dunham. He loved her more than he could even believe but he knew there was no way she would feel the same way.
Taking the last swig of his beer he made his way over to the sink where he placed the bottle ever so softly, as to not wake his father. Placing both ands on the side of the counter, more than shoulder width apart he hunched his back and allowed his muscles to relax. What was he going to do? How was he going to be able to sleep when thoughts of Olivia kept him up at night? His lack of sleep had already started to take its toll on him and Olivia had noticed at work, but she never said anything. He had dropped a beaker full of acid yesterday and almost drilled a whole through his hand the day before. He was becoming careless but he couldn't help it. No matter what he did he couldn't sleep even taking sleeping tablets didn't help.
As if music had begun to play throughout the apartment Peter's heart began to sing, and so did he;
She's blood, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone
She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound
But somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing's gonna happen
'Cause she's so high...
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high...
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She's so high...
High above me
What could a guy like me
Ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be
Why should I even bother?
She comes to speak to me
I freeze immediately
'Cause what she says sounds so unreal
'Cause she's so high...
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high...
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She's so high
Making his way back into the lounge room Peter almost dropped onto the couch from exhaustion but his mind wouldn't let him rest. He had to find a way to show Olivia that he loved her and he also had to find a way to make himself sleep. Neither was going to be very easy, but he did love a challenge. Staring off into oblivion Peter sat for the rest of the night.
Olivia's Apartment
Waking up from another terrifying dream, Olivia swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Three nights in a row she had the same dreams. Her and Peter were together and they were happy, but something always happened to Peter. He would be shot or stabbed. But no matter what happened to him, Olivia was always to late and he would always die.
Olivia had loved him for so long but she knew he couldn't love her the same way. Slowly walking into the bathroom Olivia took a long look at herself in the mirror. She didn't have beautiful flowing hair or long legs or even a pretty face. She was nothing that Peter wanted and it hurt. Wiping away a single tear she had let fall she began to think back to the last few days.
Peter had looked so tired, his eyes were red and he was always yawning. Yesterday he had dropped a bottle of acid on the floor and the day before that he almost drilled a whole through his hand. He was frustrated with himself so he took off for an hour. She wondered what could possibly be wrong. He wasn't sleeping on a couch anymore. Walter had his own room and so did Peter, so what could be keeping him up at night? She wished she could just hold him at night, and make sure he was sleeping, but she couldn't.
Shuffling into her study, Olivia took a seat at her desk and sighed. She looked at the picture of her, Peter, Walter and Astrid. Charlie had insisted on taking a photo of all of them. She smiled remembering the confusion. Walter wanted to stand with Astrid but also with Peter so they did a lot of shuffling around until Olivia was on end, with Peter's arm around her back pulling her close, then Walter in between Peter and Astrid with his arms around their necks. They were laughing and smiling, it was a good day.
Picking up the picture Olivia ran her fingers over Peter's face and smiled. Allowing her emotions to get the better of her she began to sing;
I'm tugging at my hair
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm trying to keep my cool
I know it shows
I'm staring at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
I'm searching for the words inside my head
I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Yes, I'm wishing my life away
With these things Ill never say
It don't do me any good
It's just a waste of time
What use is it to you
What's on my mind
If ain't coming out
We're not going anywhere
So why cant I just tell you that I care
What's wrong with my tongue
These words keep slipping away
I stutter, I stumble off
Like I've got nothing to say
I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
Yes I'm wishing my life away
With these things Ill never say
Taking a breath Olivia placed the photo back down into her desk made her way back to her bedroom and laid down. Allowing darkness to swallow her, she fell into a peaceful dream for once.
Hope this makes sense. Yes I know I cut the songs but the concept is still there.
Please R&R
Ash