A/N: I used the title from a song by Pink. so, just to tell you.Anyway, I
have never been good at trying to write this stuff, but I thought I'd try.
Just for the heck of it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Well, not anything from the movie.but anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
Don't Let Me Get Me.
Winter changed to spring as Christian frantically tried to rid himself of the haunting song. The last song that had glided so smoothly from his only love, Satine's delicate lips. The last one he really remembered, anyway. He noticed that his idealistic mind had been thrown out the window, only to be replaced by the pessimistic new personality that was revolted by love. What had happened to him? It had only been nine months since his beloved Satine had died, while happily in his arms. Yet, he still longed for a few of the last words she had spoken, to be taken from his distressed mind. "Christian," she had said, "you have to move on. Tell our story." (A/N: I think that was it) He feared that he would have to break that hesitant promise. How could he write down this torturous story? How could he even think to keep this promise which would haunt his memories and give him nightmares and fitful sleeps for the rest of his life as it was?! 'No,' He thought as he reminisced about the days when he had been able to spend every waking minute with her, 'I have to do this. I promised.', but all the while he regretted promising the impossible. 'She seemed to be holding back death until I promised. Maybe, if I hadn't, she would still be here.' All the while, he was imagining Satine fighting the pain for him because of the stubbornness that he could have held against her. It was sickening. So, that's exactly what happened to our bedraggled poet. He woke after a fitful night that had been filled with trips to a bucket across the room, which felt like it was under quarantine -for he refused to leave or grant admittance to the people who were worried about him-; he finally suppressed the thought in record time..
A/N: Ok so it was WAY shorter than ANYTHING else that I have ever read or allowed my self to read that was in short chapters that take to long to come out.Tell me if you like it, and don't hesitate to criticize, I need help on this.I'll write as much and as soon as I can! Tell me what you think the rating should be.Keep in mind that it will have a violent twist and a tragic ending (maybe).Until next time. -IvoryClover0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Well, not anything from the movie.but anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
Don't Let Me Get Me.
Winter changed to spring as Christian frantically tried to rid himself of the haunting song. The last song that had glided so smoothly from his only love, Satine's delicate lips. The last one he really remembered, anyway. He noticed that his idealistic mind had been thrown out the window, only to be replaced by the pessimistic new personality that was revolted by love. What had happened to him? It had only been nine months since his beloved Satine had died, while happily in his arms. Yet, he still longed for a few of the last words she had spoken, to be taken from his distressed mind. "Christian," she had said, "you have to move on. Tell our story." (A/N: I think that was it) He feared that he would have to break that hesitant promise. How could he write down this torturous story? How could he even think to keep this promise which would haunt his memories and give him nightmares and fitful sleeps for the rest of his life as it was?! 'No,' He thought as he reminisced about the days when he had been able to spend every waking minute with her, 'I have to do this. I promised.', but all the while he regretted promising the impossible. 'She seemed to be holding back death until I promised. Maybe, if I hadn't, she would still be here.' All the while, he was imagining Satine fighting the pain for him because of the stubbornness that he could have held against her. It was sickening. So, that's exactly what happened to our bedraggled poet. He woke after a fitful night that had been filled with trips to a bucket across the room, which felt like it was under quarantine -for he refused to leave or grant admittance to the people who were worried about him-; he finally suppressed the thought in record time..
A/N: Ok so it was WAY shorter than ANYTHING else that I have ever read or allowed my self to read that was in short chapters that take to long to come out.Tell me if you like it, and don't hesitate to criticize, I need help on this.I'll write as much and as soon as I can! Tell me what you think the rating should be.Keep in mind that it will have a violent twist and a tragic ending (maybe).Until next time. -IvoryClover0