Continuity: No Room for Ravers (series 4 ep 3)
Song: The one I love- David Gray
Comments: From Jill's POV. Songfic. All original.
Gonna close my eyes
Gonna watch you go.
Running through this life, darling
Like a field of snow
So. There I was, my whole life mapped out, just like that. Of course I'd never thought of anything like that before, I just took it a day at a time. Sounded right.
It all started on a warm October morning. Nothing special, same as every other day really., just like an ordinary day. Went to work, nothing special there, same old people, only halfway into the shift did everything change….
What happened next was sketchy, but all I do remember was standing outside casualty, talking to an Ambulance Driver. Everything started spinning, faster and faster until it was like being in a whirlpool. I could hear voices, but I couldn't tell who they belonged to. I could've been imaging them for all I know. It felt like it was falling, everything merging into one, I couldn't pick out who was there, or where I was anymore. Then everything went black.
I honestly don't know what happened, and I don't know what happened next either. It felt like I was freefalling into nothingness, but there were people, shouting, yet I couldn't tell whom the voices belonged too. It was peculiar. I know these people yet when I'm in this state of…nothingness I can't tell who's who. I don't know where I am, what day it is even, my mind seems to have gone blank, and there's nothing I can do about it. Or at least I don't think so. These things I might have said
only wish I could
Now I'm leaking life faster
than I'm leaking blood.
Now they're shouting my name, calling me, but I can't respond. There's nothing there anymore. My minds gone completely blank, and that's all down to this state of nothingness that I seem to be suspended in. Suspended, just hanging there, wanting someone to get me down and tell me it's going to be alright. I feel like I'm starting to drift away, my resolve being broken down piece by piece, and soon there'll be nothing left. Nothing left except memories. Hang on a second, I'm not ready to go yet, there's so much I haven't done in my life, like having a family, running the show, things like that. I've already accomplished one thing, which is getting married, though, and I couldn't have wished for a better husband.
Tell the reaper man, and the stars above.
That you're the one I love, you're the one I love, the one I love.
I want to see him. I do I want him here incase something happens. I might come out of this nothingness and go back into his world, where all my friends are, in my comfort zone, so to speak. I'm not ready to give up on this world yet…even though it hasn't always been nice to me. Still. I guess this black nothingness protects me from the reality of what's happening on the outside. The feeling of slowly fading away, albeit against my wishes. There's still so much shouting. Someone's holding onto me.
I can only guess who. I can only guess it's him, and it's him I have to hold on for.
We can twist and shout,
do the turtle dove,
and the you're the one I love. You're the one I love, the one I love