It's Better To Burn Out Than Fade Away.
Author: hezziebob182
Disclaimer: I don't own Bridget, or any of the rights to the 'sisterhood of the travelling pants' movie, or the books.
Hi. This is my first SOTTP fic and it's based on the film, not the books. I know it's a bit short but I would really love for you to review!
When everyone else is awake, I'm awake; I'm alive. Because if I'm alive, it doesn't feel like my mom's dead… But when everyone else is asleep, I don't sleep. I go out and run as hard as I can, until everything hurts, pushing all the limits of this body that holds me down when I just want to float away. I fly along the roads, letting the darkness and the thud of my sneakers on the tarmac sooth me like nothing else can. I sometimes don't sleep at all. I run right from one day to the next. As long as I can run, I can escape from all the things that scare the hell out of me. I have to keep moving, just a few more miles, few more hours. It's when I'm still that things catch up with me.
It was one night, one hot, humid night at soccer camp when the air seemed to buzz with the very intensity that made my world go round. The day I finally got the only thing I had thought about for days. Eric. Being with him was so much like running. The exhilaration, the pain, the power, the highs, the need to just keep on going…
Sleep took hold of me, afterwards. The exhaustion hit me on so many different levels. When I woke up it was still pitch black outside. He was lay next to me, asleep, so perfectly still.
Running long the beach until my legs refused to move anymore, I fell head first into the sand. My lungs screamed in agony for the oxygen they were starved. I tried not to choke on my own tears.
I woke up in the morning in the spot I had fallen. When I dragged myself up from the ground, everything ached. But I was used to that. I sprinted to the showers for half an hour under the steady stream of water. Maybe if I got it hot enough I could wash the night off my skin.