Hey Everyone :)
Ok first fanfiction all up in here. I have read so many amazing stories I thought i would try my hand at one of my own.
I have rated it 'M' just to be on the safe side. I have the basic story in my head but Im not really sure how 'involved' its gonna get so if we stick to that rating there can be no problems.
I dont own Skins, the characters are not mine (except in my dreams and made up stories :P )
If you like my story please drop me a review, or even if you have suggestions / criticisms, im open to anything.
This chapter is from Naomi's POV. They might all be or they might not be I still havent 100% decided yet.
Yea I guess that's it. Hope you enjoy =]
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"You took her from me and made her fall in love with you. You messed with her head and turned her against me! You took everything from me! I tried to warn you away but you just wouldn't take the hint would you? Well now it's your turn. Now im taking everything from you."
Everything goes dark as I hear the bullet explode from the gun in her hand.
I bolt awake, hand clutching my chest, skin damn with sweat. Three nights with the same vision, three nights waking clutching an invisible bullet wound. Even though I know there won't be any, I lift my hand to my face and check for blood. I have been having visions since I was a little girl but never the same one so frequently or so vividly. I desperately try to piece it together. I never get to see anything before or after the girl's words or the gun shot. Even though I sometimes have visions through the eyes of others close to me, this time I knew it was me the girl was directing her fury at. I just had no idea who the girl was or who I had apparently taken from her. In the vision I can't see the girls face, her features are fuzzy. Distorted almost, although I think even if I could see her face I wouldn't recognize her.
A loud snore beside me breaks me out of my thoughts.
Cook had slept through my vision as usual. Someone could burst into our bedroom and shoot me for real and he would still manage to stay asleep. He is definitely a heavy sleeper. I look at him and smile sadly. Ok that's not strictly true. His unbroken slumber was more likely due to the bottle of vodka, countless beers and various drugs he made his way through last night.
And every other night for the last few months…
I pushed the though out of my head and instead go back to focusing on my vision. Obviously its just a case of mistaken identity or the girl is some sort of nutter. For a start im straight. I have a boyfriend for Christ sake so the idea of me taking some girl from another girl is totally crazy, especially by doing something to make her fall in love with me. Plus it's not like my visions always come true exactly as I think.
I chuckle quietly as I remember a vision from when I was younger. I had been convinced that Jesus was coming to Bristol to live with me and my mum while he made some huge worldly decisions. (in the vision he had mentioned 'big plans'). It turned out to be another of my mothers strays she had taken in who looked like Jesus, called himself Jesus but most certainly was not the son of God. Oh and the big plans? A model of a lighthouse made out of toothpicks. How I managed to co-inhabit with such weirdo's for so long and not end up mentally damaged I don't know.
I glance over at the clock on my bedside table. 6am. No point going back to sleep now, assuming I even could. Another hour and the alarm would go off anyway alerting me to another wonderful day of work.
As I wander around the room grabbing clothes and a towel for the shower I cast another glance at Cook. I had never noticed before just how much he looked like a lost little boy when he slept. I guess underneath all his bravado and drunken attitude that's all he really was. Even though we were together we were so very apart.
Both clinging on to anything we could to stop our inner demons dragging us away.
Is this what love is? I though sadly. Being with someone just to feel less lonely? Every kiss and every caress just a means of release or way to distract you from how shit everything really is?
Or is love pointing a gun at the person taking it from you? Being so scared of losing someone that you could do the unthinkable?
Stop it Naomi I scold myself, focus on getting through the day not on things you cannot explain or change.
As I make my way to the bathroom I cant stop part of me wondering who the girl is and how it feels to have her love me.