*A/N* You think I'd actually kill her?? Come on ppl, have a little faith!
lol anyways, on with the story
The song used in ch. 5 was "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing". I really suck at song titles... thanks to whoever told me!
This is a short one, I know. I'm sorry okay? :P
Out of the Darkness... Take my Hand
"I just got her back! She can't leave me now..."
The two men rushed to the balcony, fearing what they would find. Satine was standing on the edge, her arms spread like the wings of a bird, ready to fly. She hadn't jumped?
Christian looked down at a woman standing in the street, pointing at the red-headed courtesan. The scream had come from her! He looked back at Satine. Her eyes were glazed and unblinking, her arms were still in the air. She looked ready to pounce.
"Satine? Take my hand."
She made no move.
"Take my hand, please," he pleaded.
Ever so slowly, she began to rise on her toes, and falling forward. Christian caught her by the waist just in time. His heart was pounding furiously. The doctor, pale-faced and stunned, stood there gaping stupidly.
"Never did I think it would happen again..."
Christian cradled Satine and shot the doctor a look that could kill. "Why didn't you tell me this could happen before?"
His voice was like ice. Satine began to cry, but Christian was too angry to do anything about it.
"I didn't think it-"
"That's right, you didn't think," Christian spoke venomously. "Get out. I never want to see you near her again."
The doctor was about to protest, but the look in the poet's eyes suggested (strongly) he should leave as soon as possible. He exited, with no dignity left.
Christian grabbed Satine by the hand and practically dragged her to the bed. She fell on it, sobbing. He sat on the corner, his back facing her. He was fuming.
"Chris?" Satine spoke timidly. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
His muscles tense and he didn't answer.
Satine dared to speak again, "Are you angry with me?"
At first, Christian didn't answer. His head turned in her direction slightly, "What do you think?" His voice was harsh, not like it usually was when he spoke to her.
She flinched, and cried desperate tears. He tried not to let it bother him, but that was a lie. He loved her too much to stay angry with her.
"You were going to kill yourself, and you didn't have a thought for me."
"I don't deserve to live anymore," she whispered. "I don't want to live."
"What are you talking about? Satine, do you know what it's been like without you? I can't live without you..."
He turned to face her; she was still crying.
"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" Christian pleaded, his own eyes filling with tears.
"I'm afraid," she whimpered.
"Of what? There's nothing to fear as long as I'm here, remember that," he reassured her. Satine shook her head.
"I'm afraid you won't love me anymore." She collapsed on the bed with wracking sobs. Christian's heart broke. His anger forgotten, he held her tightly. Unsure, Satine let herself be rocked.
"I'll never stop loving you, 'til the end of time..."
Satine relaxed in his embrace; she believed him with all her heart. She was loved, and she loved in return.
The song used in ch. 5 was "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing". I really suck at song titles... thanks to whoever told me!
This is a short one, I know. I'm sorry okay? :P
Out of the Darkness... Take my Hand
"I just got her back! She can't leave me now..."
The two men rushed to the balcony, fearing what they would find. Satine was standing on the edge, her arms spread like the wings of a bird, ready to fly. She hadn't jumped?
Christian looked down at a woman standing in the street, pointing at the red-headed courtesan. The scream had come from her! He looked back at Satine. Her eyes were glazed and unblinking, her arms were still in the air. She looked ready to pounce.
"Satine? Take my hand."
She made no move.
"Take my hand, please," he pleaded.
Ever so slowly, she began to rise on her toes, and falling forward. Christian caught her by the waist just in time. His heart was pounding furiously. The doctor, pale-faced and stunned, stood there gaping stupidly.
"Never did I think it would happen again..."
Christian cradled Satine and shot the doctor a look that could kill. "Why didn't you tell me this could happen before?"
His voice was like ice. Satine began to cry, but Christian was too angry to do anything about it.
"I didn't think it-"
"That's right, you didn't think," Christian spoke venomously. "Get out. I never want to see you near her again."
The doctor was about to protest, but the look in the poet's eyes suggested (strongly) he should leave as soon as possible. He exited, with no dignity left.
Christian grabbed Satine by the hand and practically dragged her to the bed. She fell on it, sobbing. He sat on the corner, his back facing her. He was fuming.
"Chris?" Satine spoke timidly. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
His muscles tense and he didn't answer.
Satine dared to speak again, "Are you angry with me?"
At first, Christian didn't answer. His head turned in her direction slightly, "What do you think?" His voice was harsh, not like it usually was when he spoke to her.
She flinched, and cried desperate tears. He tried not to let it bother him, but that was a lie. He loved her too much to stay angry with her.
"You were going to kill yourself, and you didn't have a thought for me."
"I don't deserve to live anymore," she whispered. "I don't want to live."
"What are you talking about? Satine, do you know what it's been like without you? I can't live without you..."
He turned to face her; she was still crying.
"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" Christian pleaded, his own eyes filling with tears.
"I'm afraid," she whimpered.
"Of what? There's nothing to fear as long as I'm here, remember that," he reassured her. Satine shook her head.
"I'm afraid you won't love me anymore." She collapsed on the bed with wracking sobs. Christian's heart broke. His anger forgotten, he held her tightly. Unsure, Satine let herself be rocked.
"I'll never stop loving you, 'til the end of time..."
Satine relaxed in his embrace; she believed him with all her heart. She was loved, and she loved in return.