Yes, back with another song fic. This time its about Ian. Varying my reach in character writing.
Note: I don't believe Ian killed Ali. This is hypothetical and it pairs so well with the song, I just had to do it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars or anything related to the show or book series. I do not own the song "The Tide Pulls from the Moon" by the musician William Fitzsimmons.
A big suggestion: Look up the video for this song on youtube first and listen to it before reading. Its a very beautiful song. In fact, click up my profile and I'll post a link to it there.
So like your
Father in the face and blood
You never wanted to become your father. But you have. You are him in every sense of his abusiveness. And it didn't help that you were his spitting image.
Terrified and cold
When you were a child, you feared his abusive reign and you hid from his hand. Your mother, however, wasn't as lucky.
And whispers
The coming of a cleansing flood
For you
And though you were mournful for your mother's life, her death came as a relief. You were finally free of that devil of a man.
You hide your
Filthy hands from all of us
But his devilish deeds live inside you. You wish it would have died along with your mother, but how could it? It was in your blood.
Still unseen and tied
You had become the man you hated the most. A murderer.
What water
These killing hands could ever clean
You wish your soul free and clean of this murderous deed you hath committed. You never meant for it to happen. It was an accident.
Still you run
Accident as it maybe, you still hide your involvement in her death. You were petrified of being exposed.
I want to be changed from
The shadow and the tomb
You don't want to be that person any more than you want your father back in your life. You hate him, for what he did. And you don't want to be your father anymore.
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
You want to be new again. You want to start over. To be refreshed. You want the tide to cleanse you of your sins like holy water. You don't want this fear, this black cloud, to burden you; hanging above your head like a dark omen, some mark on your life you'll forever have to live with.
Your mother
Your mother, bless her innocent soul, was a saint. She would no doubt, be very disappointed in you. You've always hated letting her down.
The passing of a silver ring
You were left her ring. No, not her wedding ring. You pawned that shit right after you got it. But her mother's ring, passed down to her through generations. It was the most dearest and prized item she held. Her great-great grandmother's wedding ring. Of which you gave to Melissa. Melissa, you thought. She doesn't deserve what you put her through. You don't deserve her. She deserves better than anything you could give her. Especially your history.
Oversized and cold
Your stoic attitude was enough to make her leave half the time. But she knew you might have had some kind of contact with Alison, the night of her 'disappearance'. You persuaded to her your innocence and convinced her to be your alibi.
You then married her.
This specter
Will walk the halls of every seed
From you
She then found out she was pregnant. Your emotions were definitely mixed. You never wanted to have children, afraid of doing the same to him or her, what your father did to you. You wanted to spare any children from having your name, your history, your blood.
I want to be changed from
The shadow and the tomb
You want to be changed. To be free. Free as the wind, leaves blowing off this cliff. Just do it, its for the best, for everyone.You told yourself, you had no more fear.
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
You were free. This guilt, this secret will never burden you or anyone else again.
The tide pulls from the moon
The tide pulls from the moon.