Hmm... I'm back again with one of my hideous works of fiction ^_^ This one is short and sweet and all that... um.. I dunno... If you feel the need to flame me, e-mail me at CLecter2005@aol.com. That is all I have to say... now read :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters... they are all figments of Thomas Harris' genius mind which he has been kind enough to share with us...
Rating: G
~*~Here With Me~*~
She sat alone in the darkened room. It has been two long years already, but it felt like an eternity to her. She was pierced now. Broken, shattered, dead.
So much had happened. The end of her career, the loss of her friends, the escape of the only person who had ever truly cared.
She reviewed the last few incidences of her recent past. She remembered being questioned by the police while wearing that dress, the smirks they had given her, the remarks they had made. She remembered that deepest feeling of regret deep down inside her as they took the dress the next day. Remembered being sat down and explained to quite simply that she must refrain from her job, the only thing she loved anymore, the only thing she lived for.
She remembered hearing about the death of Ardelia Mapp and Jack Crawford. It was one of the few cases they were on together. One she should've been on, too. One where she should've died. But, no. She was fired too early and would now have to live in the torture of her own mind.
Music played softly in the background of that room. A singer she had just discovered, Michelle Branch. The song "Here With Me" was on repeat. The song that expressed how she felt...
And somehow, as she listened to those lyrics, she had the faith that he would return to her. Maybe it wouldn't be anytime soon, but someday, somehow, he would. She didn't understand how, but everything she thought, everything she said, every time she moved, he somehow knew. No matter where she went, no matter what she did, he would always know.
For he always did.
~*~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters... they are all figments of Thomas Harris' genius mind which he has been kind enough to share with us...
Rating: G
~*~Here With Me~*~
She sat alone in the darkened room. It has been two long years already, but it felt like an eternity to her. She was pierced now. Broken, shattered, dead.
So much had happened. The end of her career, the loss of her friends, the escape of the only person who had ever truly cared.
She reviewed the last few incidences of her recent past. She remembered being questioned by the police while wearing that dress, the smirks they had given her, the remarks they had made. She remembered that deepest feeling of regret deep down inside her as they took the dress the next day. Remembered being sat down and explained to quite simply that she must refrain from her job, the only thing she loved anymore, the only thing she lived for.
She remembered hearing about the death of Ardelia Mapp and Jack Crawford. It was one of the few cases they were on together. One she should've been on, too. One where she should've died. But, no. She was fired too early and would now have to live in the torture of her own mind.
Music played softly in the background of that room. A singer she had just discovered, Michelle Branch. The song "Here With Me" was on repeat. The song that expressed how she felt...
And somehow, as she listened to those lyrics, she had the faith that he would return to her. Maybe it wouldn't be anytime soon, but someday, somehow, he would. She didn't understand how, but everything she thought, everything she said, every time she moved, he somehow knew. No matter where she went, no matter what she did, he would always know.
For he always did.
~*~