AN: This is totally inspired by a dream I had, so it probably doesn't sound realistic nut I love it though obviously in the dream it seemed a lot better. The lyrics between the line breaks are from Hoobastank – The Reason. Anyway, R&R please!
I'd just like to thank everyone who has reviewed, favourited or followed this story, free virtual garlic juice to everyone (you'll get why soon). Oh, and watch out for the sequel!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tracy Beaker or any of its spinoffs
I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.
To live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
To put to rout all that was not life;
and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
- Henry David Thoreau
I Will Always Need My Cyanide: Last Chapter
Rated T - To be safe
Johnny didn't really know why he was doing this, though actually, that was a total lie as he knew exactly what he was going to do. It was a dare, and a weird one at that, but he knew that this person would surely kill him (Well, if the past few weeks were anything to go by, then absolutely anything could happen.) But in a way, he still didn't really care what happened to him.
So here he was, scaling a black, rocky embankment, a bottle in hand. He followed two voices, one strong, one weak. He positioned himself above them, between two precipes, he was literally going out on a ledge for this. He could quite easily fall to his death up here and yet he didn't care anymore, he wanted, nay, he needed this reaction. To live. To cope.
He moved the bottle out over the edge and squeezed it, letting the silly white substance push its self out and start its descent. It tumbled down onto the persons head, dripping down onto their neck, there was no going back now.
And then She knew what he had done, she felt a cold sliver cascade down onto her neck, she swiped her hand across her neck, her fingers revealing the truth; they were covered in some kind of paste. She sniffed at it…blueberries…and garlic! She chucked down the sticks she was holding and looked up. "Jonathon Taylor!" She screamed, her voice caught a little in her throat and you know what, he just sat there smiling! So she started the incline…
I just want you to know…
…I was smiling I'd gotten what I wanted and I could quite easily run away, but I'm not, not this time. Y'know, she's the only one I'd let call me by my full name – it brings back some horrible memories, but I still let her and I don't even let Tee call me that! But then it also brings back some…good memories. She'd started to climb up, even faster now, the cliff face was a bit steeper that what I had just climbed but yet she still climbed. And I still didn't move, people would normally run for their lives if they knew her, but they don't, do they?
Our secret…Mine and Elektra's.
She heaved herself up over the top and inched herself across the little surface which made up the stick out part of the cliff. "Why do you have to be so stupid?" She inquired as she brought her hand up to slap Johnny, but today, he grabbed her hand, today, he wanted the bigger, better reaction. "Johnny! Let go, let go now!" Elektra's voice faltered near the end, it sounded very childlike and he wondered for a moment before letting go. "You're an idiot, you know." She inched forward even more. "I know you are too." he nodded his head, smiling. "No…what?" She fumbled around for words, getting confused. They're eyes were now locked; they were so close that their foreheads were practically touching, He knew they could fall from here, fall and die. He cared that Elektra would die; Carmen would surely miss her and Elm Tree House would never be the same without her, It would be boring. He didn't care if he died, Tee had friends who would look after her, the others always fell out with him and she'd have to choose sides – life would be easier for her without him there.
he looked down for a second before returning to Elektra's eyes. "Aw, are you scared, Johnny?" Elektra asked, laughing her wondrously evil laugh. "No…what about you, Elektra…we could fall, your pretty face ruined, dead." He spat somewhat spitefully. She would be missed, he wouldn't.
She was taken aback by this outburst, Yes he could be morbid, but this was just… she didn't but she knew that he never once dared to talk to her like that after their little 'agreement', but she found she quite like
I've found a reason for me…
The other kid, Moe, had been standing at the bottom of the cliff, too scared to climb up, to scared to see how she would react. He'd deliberately got Mike to pay Elektra to take him to the beach, to take him crabbing – and it was all set for Johnny's dare. Now, all he could see was Elektra's back. He wanted to stay to make sure Elektra didn't kill Johnny but to be honest with you, he was scared shitless, so he promptly ran of back to The DG.
Why was he being this way, it doesn't matter, it does, it doesn't it's Johnny! Exactly…Johnny' She thought and for a second she started to say "I…I…" before faltering, which Johnny though was weird, she was always so sure of herself, but now he could have leverage again. "I…I…I" Johnny started to mock her and he could tell she was getting angry, mad, upset even? "Oh, you are so infuriating Johnny Taylor!" She shrieked at him, she was slowly losing herself. "Yeah, but you love it." He sparked back.
Silence
To change who I used to be…
One head releases its touch from the others forehead, tilting their head back, their chin forwards.
Lips meet,
In a shocking embrace.
No talking, No admits, No defeats.
The boy, he has the nerve to put his arm around her, his hand passing by that white stuff that started it all. He started to laugh, nearly choking the girl in the process, she locked up to his eyes.
They started laughing.
Silence
.A reason to start over new
"No more threats, please. Don't make life harder…I wont tell, I promise…" Johnnie asked sincerely, bowing his head, a lifetime of emotions and feelings put into it. And for some reason the girl felt the need to hug him. "Ok, no more threats Jonathon Taylor."
Someone would miss him, maybe.
And the reason is you…
They sat for a while, in silence, Mo had long since disappeared, home probably. Elektra ran her hands in the sand; she moved them away as Johnny looked down at what she had drawn.
831
That's what it read,
He was puzzled,
She laughed.
Just what did 831 mean…?
This time,
Don't need another perfect line,
Don't care if critics ever jump in line,
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
- OneRepublic (Secrets)
AN: the end, not very original but oh well, pineapples – thanks for reading and the sequel shall be called Cyanide Is A Strong Word, I shall PM anyone who wants to know when it's been uploaded. The line breaks might be wierd- they were messing up! Happy fanficing people!
