Well, all I know is that I really haven't updated and I think someone will run around and threaten to kill me if I don't update. At least I updated and sorry for the delay but I had writer's block. It's a miracle it's not on hiatus. Go my muse. :P anyways, enjoy this. And now, look through the first chapter and try relating it with this. Or don't. Remember when I said that Danny has a rhythmic rain he always seems to hear? This is kinda a combination to that. If you really dig deep.
Chapter 12 – Sunshine Umbrella
Danny's tan flesh might've burned.
His eyes would've started to seem tired and alert.
His face might've paled with each word he heard.
And no one can listen to his mind's words (he hurts, destroys, shatters, and breaks me) and even if he was really screaming and shouting in his mind, in his sound proof room, nobody was listening.
Nobody knew.
Nobody can see the thin line between love and hate. Nobody can just close their eyes and feel this irritating feeling that something's wrong. Nobody can hear his soft whispers. Nobody can see the broken left pieces of his heart down.
He was so locked up inside.
Nobody's listening.
He wanted to forget how it felt.
Nobody's listening.
He didn't want to stay so broken inside. So dead…
Underneath skin,
There's blood.
And blood rushes,
So fast
And quick,
That all he wants to do is breathe.
But he can't.
So he self-destructs.
And is getting destroyed every way.
He can be.
So he stays.
And breaks.
Peels off his flesh so slowly.
Enough to see every drop and drop of blood.
And sometimes, it's not enough.
To keep him alive.
So he's dead.
On the inside.
Where his heart won't stop bleeding.
Kitty couldn't do it.
She couldn't keep herself in pieces for so long and not break. He kept her in pieces, she sobbed in his chest and cried and laughed and kissed Johnny and he was like this ghost—boy—with the sunshine umbrella.
Now, there were holes in it.
She looked up at him, 'it's all my fault. I can't keep a person in one piece for a long time." Because she can't keep herself in a piece for a long time either. And he kissed and caressed the soft skin of her face before he told her it was going to be fine.
If only he could believe it.
She was scared. And the bleeding from her heart and eyes were so loud, that he couldn't sleep at night. So he ended up, holding her, close to his chest and kissing and stroking her curls.
And telling her it would be fine.
If only he could believe it. If only.
They used to believe in the happily ever afters.
She used to be the smart girl.
Shy girl.
And was labeled that way.
But he wouldn't label her.
He'd destroy everything inside of her.
So she'd come begging for sheer comfort.
And he'd hold her.
She'd break and cry.
Because she was just like him.
And he'd watch her.
Tell her all the things he knew they weren't true.
He lied.
(Because it was nice)
And he didn't want to break her all the more.
Because he realized he was in love with.
The shy girl.
The smart girl.
The abused, broken girl.
And he wasn't confused.
Not. One. Bit.
He ate an apple.
And it felt so hard, the cover was so sweet though. He bit and engulfed the substance. He wanted to feel sweet. Even if he knew he wouldn't. He would never feel sweet just by eating apples.
He allowed the half-eaten apple to fall into the garbage bin.
And he'd stay on the table.
The diner girl would watch, her eyes on his pale face and broken eyes and unheard words, but she can hear everything and listen to everything. So when her boyfriend would ask her, "what's he doing?"
She'd answer, bluntly. "Waiting."
For everything.
He shouldn't feel this.
Pain.
He shouldn't see this.
Blood.
He shouldn't hear these.
Deadly whispers.
He shouldn't taste this.
Bitterness.
And darkness.
But he did.
And he'd wait.
For it to stop.
Tucker Foley's eyes softly looked over Sam's, "they can't understand. They won't understand," her tears mixed with hers. His brokenness equaled hers. Her sleek blonde hair was as dead as his green eyes.
He looked thinner. His body pulled her close and she buried her head in his chest, whispering, thinking, dreaming, loving, destroying, everything. He'd let his fingers run down her sleek destroyed bleached blonde hair and he'd ask himself, "where am I?" he'd look at her. "Where are we?"
She'd softly look up. Her gaze's so soft and weak. "I don't know." She didn't. She can't recognize the school hallways anymore because times passes by so quickly. She presses her head back in his chest, "but I'm here with you."
He stares. "It's so dark." But they don't care anymore, because the next few second, she presses her lips softly against his. And they look at each other. Two lost people—trying to find.
Love.
And themselves.
It's so dark here.
But it doesn't matter.
Because she's in a shade of broken.
And you're her comforter.
She's in a shade of blonde.
It's so sleek.
And fake.
But he kisses and strokes her hair anyways.
Because he wants her to know.
That he feels just as fake.
And broken.
Inside.
And he watches her break.
He breaks as equally on the inside.
And doesn't say anything.
But he holds her.
And silence suddenly speaks more than words.
And they both realize.
Their in shades of love.
And togetherness.
In the forever-ness.
Danny wondered what was he waiting for. He realized, two hours later, he was waiting for happiness.
And sunshine.
And honey.
And without them, he was dead. They were both dead on the inside, but they smelled like honey and sunshine, even with everyone else saw the darkness and aliveness in them.
And now, the two halves of him were broken.
There was a grave for both of them. Next to each other. And he wouldn't go to place that black rose on their grave anymore and remember that he burned himself to death and she froze herself to death.
They needed an escape.
They'd be happy.
With her honey hair.
And his sunshine smiles.
But what now?
They were playing in their grasses and living their life and smiling and laughing but he wasn't. They were dead. And they were happy. They wouldn't look back at their broken selves, they'd think of their happy selves.
And he'd wait.
For someone to fix him.
And pull a sunshine umbrella over his head.
He was the boy with the sunshine umbrella
And quickly
Holes were on it
Rain will fall on it
And she'd be under it
He'd protect her
Each piece wouldn't matter
And rain washed away the happiness
Drop by drop
The sunshine umbrella would fall
And they'd be cold
But now
She froze to death
And he burned to death
But they'd be happy
Because they're finally together
No question about it
But they were Danny's sunshine umbrella
And they took off
Broke everything
And they're not looking back.
At the mess they've done.
Just like Jack didn't.
So he'd sit and stand and break.
And wait.
For a sunshine umbrella.
There, a long chapter. With a little TxS. Sorry, I can't help it. I love this couple. If you want, just ignore the TxS and think of Danny—now, I'm getting all sad and depressed on the inside. Ooh, it's almost been a year since I'm working on this story. Hopefully, if I update as much as I can. We'd have it done before 15/12/2008. lol, hopefully. For TxS shippers, I have a one-shot called 'Heart Shaped Box'. It sounds fine, right? Review??
;) Gab
