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song All By Myself by Celine Dion. So please no suing. Thanks!
A/N: Well, this chapter is more of Clarice's feelings and what not. And don't worry there will be more of Hannibal soon.not like anyone cares, no one is really reading this story but what the hell! We're writing it anyways! ^-^
Sitting at her desk at home, Clarice was slaving over files and paperwork...yet again. She was still slowly trying to piece the puzzle that was her new case together, trying so hard but making hardly any progress each day.
A warm breeze drifted into the room from the open window and swept across Clarice's skin, making her momentarily forget about the stress and strain of the case. She set her pen down on the case file and sighed, staring absent-mindedly out of the window up into the inky black sky, scattered with small white stars.
She had so many things on her mind. Her thoughts could not be restrained...they kept drifting to think about life and those thousands of many, age old, answerless questions that everyone will ask themselves at some point in their lives. Why was she living this life? Why was she so alone in this world? If everyone else had someone or something to fulfill the vast void in his or her lives, why was it so difficult for her?
Her mind drifted further yet to the times she felt most alive. She bit her lip, feeling slightly uncomfortable as every one of those times she recalled staring into those deep, spinning, maroon eyes. Being alive wasn't about feeling happy or excited to Clarice Starling, but rather feeling frustrated and intimidated.
Clarice, snap out of it...
All this thinking was giving her a headache.
~When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone~
She let her eyes wander from the open window to the fireplace mantle where her small collection of photographs were.
~Livin' alone
I think of all the friends I've known~
She stood up and walked over to it, and after a moment slowly reached out her hand and picked up a small photograph. She glanced at it and ran her fingers over the smooth glass.
~When I dial the telephone
Nobody's home~
Clarice placed the picture back on the mantle and headed slowly downstairs to the kitchen.
~All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore~
Opening a cabinet above the sink, she grabbed a bottle of the nearest painkiller she could find. She shuffled a few Advil out of the bottle, popped them into her mouth and clicked the cap back on.
~Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant and obscure~
Clarice looked out the window over the sink, envying the night sky for being so calm and at peace with the world. She sighed and closed her eyes.
~Remains the cure~
Walking into the living room, Clarice found the couch by the window and slumped over on it, her face hitting the soft cushions. Clarice's mind was buzzing and an overwhelming feeling was creeping into her chest. A few small teardrops flickered in her eyes and fell down her cheeks.
~All by myself Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore~
Clarice lifted her head wearily and took a deep breath. She rose from the couch and moved towards the stairs and her bedroom, thinking she should try to get some sleep.
~When I was young
I never needed anyone
Making love was just for fun
Those days are gone~
As soon as she got down the hallway, Clarice pushed the door open and headed straight for the bed.
~All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
ANYMORE!!~
Clarice felt her body hit the soft bed and she immediately began to weep again. Emotions exploded inside her...frustration, weariness, and unhappiness. She was so lonely.
~All by myself
Don't wanna live~
Grabbing her pillow, Clarice muffled her cries of agony in it, hoping to quiet them.
~OH
Don't wanna live
By myself, by myself
ANYMORE~
Clarice let out months, even years of pain. She cried until her eyes were red and sore, until her blue veins were visible through her pale skin. Though she was normally not one to trust another with her feelings, at that moment she wanted nothing more than for someone to hold her and tell her everything would be all right.
~BY MYSELF
ANYMORE
OH~
~All by myself
Don't wanna live
I never, never, never
Needed anyone~
Clarice finally fell asleep, holding her pillow tight. The only thing that was keeping her company was that pillow.
A/N: Well, this chapter is more of Clarice's feelings and what not. And don't worry there will be more of Hannibal soon.not like anyone cares, no one is really reading this story but what the hell! We're writing it anyways! ^-^
Sitting at her desk at home, Clarice was slaving over files and paperwork...yet again. She was still slowly trying to piece the puzzle that was her new case together, trying so hard but making hardly any progress each day.
A warm breeze drifted into the room from the open window and swept across Clarice's skin, making her momentarily forget about the stress and strain of the case. She set her pen down on the case file and sighed, staring absent-mindedly out of the window up into the inky black sky, scattered with small white stars.
She had so many things on her mind. Her thoughts could not be restrained...they kept drifting to think about life and those thousands of many, age old, answerless questions that everyone will ask themselves at some point in their lives. Why was she living this life? Why was she so alone in this world? If everyone else had someone or something to fulfill the vast void in his or her lives, why was it so difficult for her?
Her mind drifted further yet to the times she felt most alive. She bit her lip, feeling slightly uncomfortable as every one of those times she recalled staring into those deep, spinning, maroon eyes. Being alive wasn't about feeling happy or excited to Clarice Starling, but rather feeling frustrated and intimidated.
Clarice, snap out of it...
All this thinking was giving her a headache.
~When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone~
She let her eyes wander from the open window to the fireplace mantle where her small collection of photographs were.
~Livin' alone
I think of all the friends I've known~
She stood up and walked over to it, and after a moment slowly reached out her hand and picked up a small photograph. She glanced at it and ran her fingers over the smooth glass.
~When I dial the telephone
Nobody's home~
Clarice placed the picture back on the mantle and headed slowly downstairs to the kitchen.
~All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore~
Opening a cabinet above the sink, she grabbed a bottle of the nearest painkiller she could find. She shuffled a few Advil out of the bottle, popped them into her mouth and clicked the cap back on.
~Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant and obscure~
Clarice looked out the window over the sink, envying the night sky for being so calm and at peace with the world. She sighed and closed her eyes.
~Remains the cure~
Walking into the living room, Clarice found the couch by the window and slumped over on it, her face hitting the soft cushions. Clarice's mind was buzzing and an overwhelming feeling was creeping into her chest. A few small teardrops flickered in her eyes and fell down her cheeks.
~All by myself Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore~
Clarice lifted her head wearily and took a deep breath. She rose from the couch and moved towards the stairs and her bedroom, thinking she should try to get some sleep.
~When I was young
I never needed anyone
Making love was just for fun
Those days are gone~
As soon as she got down the hallway, Clarice pushed the door open and headed straight for the bed.
~All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
ANYMORE!!~
Clarice felt her body hit the soft bed and she immediately began to weep again. Emotions exploded inside her...frustration, weariness, and unhappiness. She was so lonely.
~All by myself
Don't wanna live~
Grabbing her pillow, Clarice muffled her cries of agony in it, hoping to quiet them.
~OH
Don't wanna live
By myself, by myself
ANYMORE~
Clarice let out months, even years of pain. She cried until her eyes were red and sore, until her blue veins were visible through her pale skin. Though she was normally not one to trust another with her feelings, at that moment she wanted nothing more than for someone to hold her and tell her everything would be all right.
~BY MYSELF
ANYMORE
OH~
~All by myself
Don't wanna live
I never, never, never
Needed anyone~
Clarice finally fell asleep, holding her pillow tight. The only thing that was keeping her company was that pillow.