Title: In my Condition
Author: Danamaru
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, They belong to the almighty Chief.
Distribution: If you want it - your wish is granted!
Spoilers: Season 7 and possibly Season 8
Summary: Scully dreads morning
Author Note: I haven't written anything concrete for a
while, but I had this sitting around. While listening
to, yes, Sarah McLachlan, I decided to incorporate what
she was trying to say in her lyrics to how Scully was feeling.
*********
The night is my companion. Silence and black comforts me
like a blanket. I use this pillow as my saviour, my shoulder
to cry on, though I shed no tears.
Have I ever felt so alone, so afraid? The helplessness over
these past two months has been the cause of the pain, like a
knife twisting, moving effortlessly inwards slicing my heart
into tattered shards.
As I lie here in my guilt and sadness, I can't help but feel
somewhat responsible for what has happened. Looking back I was
foolish, we were foolish, we both felt so much but couldn't say
a word.
I can see it all so clearly now, but what was it in me that
refused to believe for all those years, in something Mulder
would have given his life for?
All I can hope for now is his return and by using the
strengths of his beliefs, the light will be shone on the right
path.
The night's too long in his apartment, but it's the morning that
I dread. Knowing that I have to face another day alone trapped
in my silent cage is too much.
I keep telling myself that I will find him, I just don't know
how. The thought of never seeing him again brings on nausea
and I breathe deeply to send it away.
I spend endless nights here, yearning for a glimpse.
I strain my eyes to the corner of the room. For a moment,
I almost believe I see him. I'm going nuts. Shaking my head,
I close my eyes and place my hand protectively over my abdomen.
Hoping and praying is all I have left as I grieve in my
condition.
Author: Danamaru
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, They belong to the almighty Chief.
Distribution: If you want it - your wish is granted!
Spoilers: Season 7 and possibly Season 8
Summary: Scully dreads morning
Author Note: I haven't written anything concrete for a
while, but I had this sitting around. While listening
to, yes, Sarah McLachlan, I decided to incorporate what
she was trying to say in her lyrics to how Scully was feeling.
*********
The night is my companion. Silence and black comforts me
like a blanket. I use this pillow as my saviour, my shoulder
to cry on, though I shed no tears.
Have I ever felt so alone, so afraid? The helplessness over
these past two months has been the cause of the pain, like a
knife twisting, moving effortlessly inwards slicing my heart
into tattered shards.
As I lie here in my guilt and sadness, I can't help but feel
somewhat responsible for what has happened. Looking back I was
foolish, we were foolish, we both felt so much but couldn't say
a word.
I can see it all so clearly now, but what was it in me that
refused to believe for all those years, in something Mulder
would have given his life for?
All I can hope for now is his return and by using the
strengths of his beliefs, the light will be shone on the right
path.
The night's too long in his apartment, but it's the morning that
I dread. Knowing that I have to face another day alone trapped
in my silent cage is too much.
I keep telling myself that I will find him, I just don't know
how. The thought of never seeing him again brings on nausea
and I breathe deeply to send it away.
I spend endless nights here, yearning for a glimpse.
I strain my eyes to the corner of the room. For a moment,
I almost believe I see him. I'm going nuts. Shaking my head,
I close my eyes and place my hand protectively over my abdomen.
Hoping and praying is all I have left as I grieve in my
condition.