Title: Where you are
Author: Jessica ( j_rothen@yahoo.se )
Rating: PG
Category: Doggett angst, V
Feedback: Yes please, j_rothen@yahoo.se
Spoiler: None
Archive: Wherever, just let me know where
Website: www.geocities.com/jlovesxfiles
Summary: Doggett after the death of his son.
Disclaimer: The X-files, Mulder and Scully belong to FOX
and they are not mine.
Note: English is not my first language so spelling/ grammar mistake
may occur.
Why am I still alive?
Shouldn't you die if you have lost your heart?
Should a broken heart be beating?
Pain is a friend of mine these days. It keeps me alive. It
keeps me on my toes.
Sometimes I find it harder to breathe.
I search high and low for a reason to breathe, to eat,
to speak, to move.
The world has gone dark, like God turned the lights off.
Why is the world still turning?
Don't they know that he is dead?
My son.
Oh, God take me away from this place.
Have mercy on this lost soul and let death come to me.
Send down your angels and take me away.
Please listen to my prayer. I know we haven't talked much
lately, but please have mercy. Put me out of my misery.
Then if you can't do that, please return him to me. Just
for a minute. I swear I won't keep him. I just want to hold
him again, touch him again.
I walk through our house like the ghost I am. If I stand
absolutely still I can almost feel him. It's like a warm breeze
through the room. I welcome him with open arms but my world
is shattered as soon as he goes away.
What is the reason for all of this? What is it here for me
to learn? Please tell me, because I can't see it.
Tell me what I did to anger you so.
I can make it up to you. Just let me hold him again, see him
smiling back at me, hear his voice again.
Is that too much to ask?
I will do anything. I will pay any prize. I would give up
everything. Take my life. I don't need it.
He is my son. My miracle.
Why did you take him away from me?
Please, talk to me. I need an answer because
I hate this silence.
I know I should be strong.
Barbara is counting on me. Believe
me I have tried.
But I can't act anymore. I can't see clearly
anymore. I'm lost.
Somebody save me from myself.
Let death come. I welcome it.
Take me away from this cruel and lonely world.
Bring me my son.
Take me to where he is.
Let me hold him for a while.
Save me.
Save me.
Somebody.
Feedback....j_rothen@yahoo.se
Author: Jessica ( j_rothen@yahoo.se )
Rating: PG
Category: Doggett angst, V
Feedback: Yes please, j_rothen@yahoo.se
Spoiler: None
Archive: Wherever, just let me know where
Website: www.geocities.com/jlovesxfiles
Summary: Doggett after the death of his son.
Disclaimer: The X-files, Mulder and Scully belong to FOX
and they are not mine.
Note: English is not my first language so spelling/ grammar mistake
may occur.
Why am I still alive?
Shouldn't you die if you have lost your heart?
Should a broken heart be beating?
Pain is a friend of mine these days. It keeps me alive. It
keeps me on my toes.
Sometimes I find it harder to breathe.
I search high and low for a reason to breathe, to eat,
to speak, to move.
The world has gone dark, like God turned the lights off.
Why is the world still turning?
Don't they know that he is dead?
My son.
Oh, God take me away from this place.
Have mercy on this lost soul and let death come to me.
Send down your angels and take me away.
Please listen to my prayer. I know we haven't talked much
lately, but please have mercy. Put me out of my misery.
Then if you can't do that, please return him to me. Just
for a minute. I swear I won't keep him. I just want to hold
him again, touch him again.
I walk through our house like the ghost I am. If I stand
absolutely still I can almost feel him. It's like a warm breeze
through the room. I welcome him with open arms but my world
is shattered as soon as he goes away.
What is the reason for all of this? What is it here for me
to learn? Please tell me, because I can't see it.
Tell me what I did to anger you so.
I can make it up to you. Just let me hold him again, see him
smiling back at me, hear his voice again.
Is that too much to ask?
I will do anything. I will pay any prize. I would give up
everything. Take my life. I don't need it.
He is my son. My miracle.
Why did you take him away from me?
Please, talk to me. I need an answer because
I hate this silence.
I know I should be strong.
Barbara is counting on me. Believe
me I have tried.
But I can't act anymore. I can't see clearly
anymore. I'm lost.
Somebody save me from myself.
Let death come. I welcome it.
Take me away from this cruel and lonely world.
Bring me my son.
Take me to where he is.
Let me hold him for a while.
Save me.
Save me.
Somebody.
Feedback....j_rothen@yahoo.se