Sadly I don't own Vicious from CB ( Hey! I can dream can't I?!) Or the song
in here, it belongs to Dave I-forgot the his last name.(It is such a great
song!) This is another song fic about Vicious losing his mind. (Even though
another song would have been much more perfect for this story) Set before
when he would go to confront Julia and giving her a choice to make. Hope
you people out there in reader's land will like and R&R.
RUNNING OUT OF ROOM
A cool summer breeze blew past him, making his long, dark, coat flap in the wind. As if giving him this dead look effect on his shadow. He didn't know or care where he was walking, as long as he knew he wasn't heading in the direction of Julia's house.
"I'm running out of room don't make me stay, sleeping pills won't make me lay...."
His feet carried him along the bare, empty road with no one in sight. Which was probably good for him to don't see anyone there. He just wanted to walk away for all of his past and not think about it anymore. He was tried of running away.
"I hate my life, I hate my life, don't make me say......
Sleeping pills will not make me lay."
He was hurt, heartbroken, confused, and betrayed, not by his only best friend, but his lover at the same time. He hated what happened and wish after thing would go away. Back to where everything was happy and perfect. The song *You don't see me at all* by Perfect circle was going though his head. It was true, because every where he went, the people he cared for so much didn't seem to see in standing there at all. This only depressed Vicious more, than what he already was.
"There is no love left in your eyes, only love between your things. Roll over and say good night!"
The thoughts of betrayed burn into his mind. He hated to be weak and this anger him more. He didn't want to be a stepping stone and he knew he wouldn't. His feet stopped carrying him along. He looked up and saw the gates of a large grave yard.
"The sugar NEVER seems to help. I want the life you think I HAD!"
Looking at the graves mind Vicious strap some how. He knew what he would do to get back at Julia. If Julia couldn't he his, then she would be no ones. He smile at this.
"I'm running out of room to say....."
RUNNING OUT OF ROOM
A cool summer breeze blew past him, making his long, dark, coat flap in the wind. As if giving him this dead look effect on his shadow. He didn't know or care where he was walking, as long as he knew he wasn't heading in the direction of Julia's house.
"I'm running out of room don't make me stay, sleeping pills won't make me lay...."
His feet carried him along the bare, empty road with no one in sight. Which was probably good for him to don't see anyone there. He just wanted to walk away for all of his past and not think about it anymore. He was tried of running away.
"I hate my life, I hate my life, don't make me say......
Sleeping pills will not make me lay."
He was hurt, heartbroken, confused, and betrayed, not by his only best friend, but his lover at the same time. He hated what happened and wish after thing would go away. Back to where everything was happy and perfect. The song *You don't see me at all* by Perfect circle was going though his head. It was true, because every where he went, the people he cared for so much didn't seem to see in standing there at all. This only depressed Vicious more, than what he already was.
"There is no love left in your eyes, only love between your things. Roll over and say good night!"
The thoughts of betrayed burn into his mind. He hated to be weak and this anger him more. He didn't want to be a stepping stone and he knew he wouldn't. His feet stopped carrying him along. He looked up and saw the gates of a large grave yard.
"The sugar NEVER seems to help. I want the life you think I HAD!"
Looking at the graves mind Vicious strap some how. He knew what he would do to get back at Julia. If Julia couldn't he his, then she would be no ones. He smile at this.
"I'm running out of room to say....."