DISCLAIMER: I thought I might get the show for Christmas, but I only got the DVD's, thus completing my set!!! WOO HOO!!
A/N: This is a sad fanfiction!! I warn you!!
Spend
all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that
would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good
enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some
distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let
me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace
tonight
-Angel- Sarah Mclachlan
I had never been the kind of girl you wanted to look up to. I got pregnant at sixteen. I don't regret it for myself, but I definitely don't think that you should go out and get pregnant at that age.
I destroyed the only chance of being with the man I really love by sleeping with my ex. I am now married to that ex, and I'm pretending everyday that I actually want to be with him. But, no longer am I going to live a lie. I'm telling Christopher tonight that I want a divorce, whether he likes it or not. I know that tonight, I will finally be able to have some peace.
Later that night:
Christopher just got home, and I'm walking into the foyer to greet him. He notices that I have a solemn look on my face and he asks why. I guess there's no better time than the present.
"Christopher, I want a divorce." I state simply.
"What?" He asks dumfounded. He drops the mail that he was holding to the floor in his state of shock.
"All we do is fight. I can't take it anymore! I can't pretend anymore!" I yell, exasperated.
"Pretend what, exactly?" He asked. I can see the anger rising in his eyes.
"Pretend that I love you!" I yell.
"It's the diner guy, isn't it?!" He asks, screaming. He reaches for me and grabs my arms.
"Chris, stop! You're hurting me!" I shriek.
He begins to squeeze harder.
"Answer the damn question!" He demands, shaking me a little.
"Yes! I still love him!" I admit.
That's when I feel a sharp pain go through me left cheek. I can't believe it. He actually slapped me! I never would've thought he'd hurt me. Not in a million years. But in truth, he'd been hurting me emotionally for over twenty years.
I fall to the floor, because of the force. He lunged forward and grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, beating my head on the floor. I would fight back, but what do I have to fight for. My daughter's grown and can take care of herself. And, Luke has moved on with his life.
Christopher moves his hands from my shoulders to my neck and begins to strangle me. He was going to kill me.
I can't breathe at all. My vision is blurring. The last thing that I will ever see in my life is Christopher's face.
A/N: Okay, you guys, bear with me! I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I'd be writing this kind of fic!! I was listening to this song though, on my brand spankin' new iPod, and it came to me! I'm sorry if you guys hate it, but please review! I'm sensing that there will be about five chapters! Wish me luck!
