I Dare You To Move
A/N: Hi everybody! Today I have strayed from my floridfeyfay account to bring you this! This is a three-chapter piece based on the novel "The Body Of Christopher Creed" by Carol Plum-Ucci. Hi Mr. Cunningham! This first chapter is based on the song "I Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot and describes Chris' need to move, to pick himself up off the floor and start a new life, a life in which he can be truly happy.
Disclaimer: I do not presume to own "The Body Of Christopher Creed" nor the song "I Dare You To Move". I will in no way profit from their use. Please don't sue!
I Dare You To Move
Welcome to the planet
I know I can't stay here anymore. I know I have to leave, have to flee this hell.
Welcome to existence
There's nothing left for me here. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
I know people will wonder where I am. I know they'll try to find me, but, but, I don't want to be found. Not yet anyway. They've been looking through me my entire life, but once I leave they'll be looking for me. Maybe if I leave, they'll finally see me.
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
They all know it's just a matter of time before I crack. They're all waiting for me to kill myself.
What happens next?
What happens next?
But I won't give them what they want. I am me, a human being just like them. Why should I take my life based on the sins they have committed? It's over. I've had enough.
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before
I'll start a new life. Christopher Michael Creed will cease to exist. I'll create for myself a new name, a new identity, a new life. Nothing from before will matter anymore, the pain, the humiliation, the constant torment. Nothing will have been before this moment. I shall be free of the past that has haunted me for so long. I'll leave nothing behind and retain memories of only one person.
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
I'm scared though, so scared. Where will I go? What will I do? I have no one to take me in, no one who loves me.
The tension is here
The tension is here
I can't leave! What was I thinking? Even if I move and change my name, create a new identity; I'll still be the same person. I'll still be the annoying little prat everyone hates.
Between who you are and who you could be
Yet, maybe they're right. Maybe if I stay, they will break me, and I'll have no escape from this pain but the idea of an everlasting paradise awaiting me beyond the grave. If I stay, there will only be pain and suffering, and ultimately death. No one out there loves me, but no one in here loves me either.
Between how it is and how it should be
I can not, will not stay here to rot in this prison, this supposed sanctuary. The stench of corpses rotting away beneath the floorboards of the church fills my nostrils. Just how their lies will eventually decay beneath them, and eventually only the truth will remain, for all to see.
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
I know now where I'll go. The road will be long and difficult, and I will have only my willpower and desperate need for freedom to carry me along the way, but I will make it. I will get there and start to live again.
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
I will experience the world. Taste sweet pomegranate juice upon my tongue, smell the bitter aroma of a crowded market, feel the milky smooth skin of a lover's neck.
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
I know I shall be hated and loathed and tortured for what I have done. I know the only way I will ever be free of the guilt I will feel at the abandonment of my siblings is to return to Steepleton, some day far from now. I will share with them my adventures of the world, in hopes that one day they will forgive me for leaving them and that they will set out on their own journeys of self discovery.
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
I guess, that in a sick, twisted way, I'm running from myself. I may say that I am running from others, from their lies and misdeeds, but the truth, which I am apparently so desperately searching for, is that I am running from myself just as much as them. I've twisted my reality so much, I can't understand what is real and what is not. I've spun a tangled web of lies and fantasy, and I find myself kicking and thrashing.
Where you gonna go?
So now I'm going to run. Seems like a cowards way out doesn't it? Find yourself in a spot of trouble, and you take off. But it's not like that.
Where you gonna go?
I just need time to think, to understand things. What I've done, what others have done, what this life is for.
Salvation is here
I know that once I've figured it all out, I will return to Steepleton, and there, I will find a sanctuary within myself.
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself
Lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before
"Everyone wishes I were gone, so, therefore, I AM."
