Title: A Better Life
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: A girl faces her drunken stepfather, who tries to abuse her. When she is hit by a car, she is given a second chance by being reborn in Satine, who has just died by Christian's side. ((I got this idea when my stepfather called me "incredibly hot" and then stumbled down the stairs...so this is trying to boost my spirits))
Rating: PG-13 for prostitute references. It's pretty much self- explanatory.
Disclaimer: I do not own Christian, Satine, or any other character in the Moulin Rouge. I forget who the song belongs to, but it's not mine. Satine had sung this in Moulin Rouge after Zidler found out she and Christian were having a secret affair, and all that stuff. Yeah, you probably already knew that!
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After dinner, we left for the apartment. The feeling of immense pain had spread from my chest to my hands, to my legs. Once they reached my legs, I couldn't take it any more and was hunched over. I would have thought this was just a feeling of pain, as if I was having abdominal cramps, but it all of a sudden just stopped and I stood up.
"What was that all about?" Christian asked, concerned.
"I'm not sure…" I said. I really didn't need him to be concerned over me. He gave me so much, and I didn't need him waiting over me every day.
"Well, let's get you home and rest. Maybe you'll feel better in the morning," Christian said. I tried to act as if I was still in pain, but I had a feeling Christian knew I was only pretending. And this was a hunch, not a premonition.
We walked into the apartment and I knew something was wrong. The window was opened and the room looked messy. Someone had been looking through our stuff.
"Christian…something's not right…" I said. I had a pretty photographic memory, so I knew exactly how the room looked before.
"I know…we didn't leave the room a mess," Christian said, looking around cautiously.
I began to play a scene through my mind. By then, it was too late. I lay on the floor with the ugly, strong man standing up over me. He had stabbed my shoulder and I now lay in a pool of blood.
"Satine!! Someone call a doctor!" Christian yelled, frantically. He tried his best to stop more blood from oozing out of the wound, but it was in vain. One of the tenants heard their cries and called a doctor, who happened to live in a nearby apartment.
I started mumbling the song the real Satine had sung after Zidler told her she was to go to the Duke that same night instead of to Christian.
If I should die
This very moment
I wouldn't feel
For I've never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving
Every breath of you
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day
The doctor rushed in and cared for me the best he could. I was quickly losing the battle against death, but I had one last hope. I thought of Christian and his love for me, and that gave me a newfound strength. I fell into a deep sleep, and when I awoke, I was in Christian's and my bed with a bandage on my wound. The man who had attacked me was handcuffed and thrown into jail, so I've been told. I was just happy that I pulled through that scary moment.
I felt a hand squeezing mine and looked at Christian. He looked relieved to see me awake and less pale than usual. "Hey…" I said. A thought popped into my head as I looked at his face. I had wanted to write a letter to Toulouse. Now that something exciting had happened, she could have Christian write the letter for her. "Can you write me a letter…to Toulouse?"
Christian's eyes lit up. The memories of the dwarf were flooding back so quickly that his brain almost seemed to explode. "Yes, I think that is an excellent idea."
As Christian got out his typewriter, I began to drift back off into sleep, which was much better than unconsciousness. This would be a strange sleep, though. One where I remembered all my dreams, and they had more meaning than ever before.
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: A girl faces her drunken stepfather, who tries to abuse her. When she is hit by a car, she is given a second chance by being reborn in Satine, who has just died by Christian's side. ((I got this idea when my stepfather called me "incredibly hot" and then stumbled down the stairs...so this is trying to boost my spirits))
Rating: PG-13 for prostitute references. It's pretty much self- explanatory.
Disclaimer: I do not own Christian, Satine, or any other character in the Moulin Rouge. I forget who the song belongs to, but it's not mine. Satine had sung this in Moulin Rouge after Zidler found out she and Christian were having a secret affair, and all that stuff. Yeah, you probably already knew that!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After dinner, we left for the apartment. The feeling of immense pain had spread from my chest to my hands, to my legs. Once they reached my legs, I couldn't take it any more and was hunched over. I would have thought this was just a feeling of pain, as if I was having abdominal cramps, but it all of a sudden just stopped and I stood up.
"What was that all about?" Christian asked, concerned.
"I'm not sure…" I said. I really didn't need him to be concerned over me. He gave me so much, and I didn't need him waiting over me every day.
"Well, let's get you home and rest. Maybe you'll feel better in the morning," Christian said. I tried to act as if I was still in pain, but I had a feeling Christian knew I was only pretending. And this was a hunch, not a premonition.
We walked into the apartment and I knew something was wrong. The window was opened and the room looked messy. Someone had been looking through our stuff.
"Christian…something's not right…" I said. I had a pretty photographic memory, so I knew exactly how the room looked before.
"I know…we didn't leave the room a mess," Christian said, looking around cautiously.
I began to play a scene through my mind. By then, it was too late. I lay on the floor with the ugly, strong man standing up over me. He had stabbed my shoulder and I now lay in a pool of blood.
"Satine!! Someone call a doctor!" Christian yelled, frantically. He tried his best to stop more blood from oozing out of the wound, but it was in vain. One of the tenants heard their cries and called a doctor, who happened to live in a nearby apartment.
I started mumbling the song the real Satine had sung after Zidler told her she was to go to the Duke that same night instead of to Christian.
If I should die
This very moment
I wouldn't feel
For I've never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving
Every breath of you
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day
The doctor rushed in and cared for me the best he could. I was quickly losing the battle against death, but I had one last hope. I thought of Christian and his love for me, and that gave me a newfound strength. I fell into a deep sleep, and when I awoke, I was in Christian's and my bed with a bandage on my wound. The man who had attacked me was handcuffed and thrown into jail, so I've been told. I was just happy that I pulled through that scary moment.
I felt a hand squeezing mine and looked at Christian. He looked relieved to see me awake and less pale than usual. "Hey…" I said. A thought popped into my head as I looked at his face. I had wanted to write a letter to Toulouse. Now that something exciting had happened, she could have Christian write the letter for her. "Can you write me a letter…to Toulouse?"
Christian's eyes lit up. The memories of the dwarf were flooding back so quickly that his brain almost seemed to explode. "Yes, I think that is an excellent idea."
As Christian got out his typewriter, I began to drift back off into sleep, which was much better than unconsciousness. This would be a strange sleep, though. One where I remembered all my dreams, and they had more meaning than ever before.