When the Winds have Died.
Summary: The wind can sometimes burn worse than fire. (Chlark) * * *The wind is still howling and for a moment I wonder if it will ever stop. I wonder if I'll ever get out of here alive. It would be better for *him* if I didn't. I swear if *he* comes bounding through these wooden gym doors, pacing amoung the withered balloons and wet, sodden streamers saying how 'woe is me, Lana-the-ever-so-sweet-and-perfect-Lang doesn't like me, oh watch my puppy-dog eyes' I'll kill him. I'll find something sharp and pointy. First I'll castrate him, then I pull out his eyes as a collectable of the guy I once liked......alot. Listen to me I sound pathetic.
Stupid inner monologue, I must find someone to talk to. No, screw that, there are too many questions that could be asked, to many eyes that would wander over my rain drenched body and wonder why I ran out into the storm after I realised that *he* had left me standing there after an ALMOST kiss. I hate him. That must be this new white hot burning feeling. It must be hate. I've never felt this before. How odd.
I don't know what I'm doing but I can't stay here. My mind doesn't seem to be functioning right. But my legs are moving. Probably on their own accord, they've been doing that alot now days.
The Torch has always been a happy place for me. I never thought I'd see the day that I'd use it as an escape route. Oh see how the mighty have fallen and I've fallen quite far. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I need to vent, I need something to do. The keyboard shimmers in the pale light. The tornado's already taken down the powerlines so the moonlight will have to do.
Sitting at this desk feels oddly foreign. Maybe because I don't have *him* leaning over my shoulder listening to one of my crazy meteor theories. But I'm going to forget about *him* now. *He's* the past. And I'm going to tell everyone. Suddenly the keys are moving and my mind is functioning once more.
Smallville TorchWell, it seems that another year has past. It's ironic that such tragedy happened on the day that everything is supposed to be perfect. It was going to be my "perfect highschool moment". But silly me, things like that only happen in fairy tales. This was supposed to be the night none of us were going to forget, saddly we're going to remember it for all the wrong reasons. But as time goes on it's easier to forget the past, which is what I intend to do. Its for the best that certain people and events are best left to those salt caves in your mind where memories of fear, doubt and prejudice are left to be dissolved into instinct. Instinct, I like that word, its the one thing that won't let you down. It'll always be there in your mind, talking to you, even when all your friends let you down. The storm is still raging and I know deep inside me that not everyone is going to make it out alive. I can almost see the faces, I suppose that they'll look like the people of the metor showers. So pale and pallid, grief stricking their features. When the time comes we know, the town will cry blood. We'll weep for the lives that are lost so frequently in this town, and maybe then, after all the death and torment......denial doesn't get us anywhere. It just makes things worse.
My fingers finish tapping and I can feel great saddness welling within me. I can't stay here. I've got the intership at the Daily Planet. I can leave this place. My instincts are telling me.....I must leave now.
When Kwan suggested getting rain pipes down the side of the Torch I was extremely opposed. I never thought they'd come in handy. The rain is pouring rapidly and the torrents are darkening my pink dress. When I realised *he* had left, my anger and my rage......I'd torn the hem of my dress. I remember laughing bitterly, thinking that all the money I'd spent, all the time I'd wasted wishing and hoping for that "perfect moment" when everything would make sense and I'd know what I was doing with my life. I was wrong. The moment never came. It passed me by like a dream on wings woven on a transmuted thread. Always changing, decieving. No truths. All lies.
The rain fell faster and I slipped down the pipe, my fingers clingng, trying to retain semblence of control. I hit the ground with a thud. A piercing pain shot through my ankle. Damn highheels to hell. Give me combat boots any day.
The winds were fierce and they lashed around my face. I took a deep breath of air and winced at the sharp coldness of it. I slung one arm around my freesing shoulders and used my other hand to grab the car keys from my purse.
I jumped in the car and turned on the heater. Brrrr. Its freezing. I turned on the radio. It's Avril Lavinge.
Do you know how you make me feel, baby. Right now I feel invisable to you, Like I'm not real. Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you, Why'd you turn away. Here's what I have to say. I was left to cry there, waiting outside there, grinning with the lost stare, thats when I decided. WHY should I CARE? Coz you weren't there when I was scared, I was so alone, YOU, You need to listen, I'm starting to trip I'm losing my grip and I'm in this thing alone. Am I some chick you place beside you, To take somebody's place, When you turn around can you recognise my face. You used to love me you used to hug me, But that wasn't the case, Everything wasn't okay.
This is strangely exactly how I feel. The anger subsides and I feel like crying. No Chloe, be strong. You don't need *him*.
I closed my eyes for a second. *Whack* Something smacked into me. My heart jolted and I knew that something was wrong. I opened my eyes unwillingly and I swear my heart is beating in my throat. I'm in the twister. Its picked me up and its throwing me around like a rag doll. *Smack* Oh dear god, the windshields just been smashed by a flying tree. I duck under the back seat. Its a struggle to push my weary body against gale winds but I can't die, I don't WANT to die. I have so much more to live for, so many crooks left to unveil. Something falls into the front seat and I quickly glance over. A strangled sob catches in my mouth. It's Benji. Mr Miller's old german shepard. It's bleeding. One of it's legs has gone, and there's blood smeered over its shiny coat. It's soulful brown eyes open and give me a look of pure woe. She's dead. Her eyes aren't focusing on mine anymore. This is real, too real. It's not supposed to be like this, people aren't supposed to die because of something so stupid. Something resembling human shape catchs my eyes and hope that its not a person. I can't handle seeing two things die infront of me. F***. It's *him*. My heart skips a beat. " Don't let him die, God, I don't hate him" I'm not sure if my whisper was heard by anyone but *he's* moving. Now I can see more clearly. It's Whitney's car. He's trying to save her. Lana. Maybe I can't be angry at him. The car is whizzing faster and *he* becomes a blur. But is it really the wind? It can't be moving that fast. No, it can't be......its not the wind. He's moving that fast. Was it the meteors? Or maybe Lex's plant like Pete says....Or maybe....he's lifting up the truck. Okay am I hyperventalating? My car's started to spin. Everythings moving faster and faster....I can see the ground coming so close. "CLARK!" I scream but I don't hear any answers. Its too late anyway. My head's smaked something hard and I can see red. Bright red. I feel so dizzy, I need to throw up. Cough. What's this? On my hand? Its so red, splattered like paintings. Is that the word? Painting? What's going on. Something's bubbling up inside me, it burns like a searing pain. I manage to look down. Ohhh, its so shiny and smooth. It's sticking out of me like a pin. Oh! It hurts to touch. Owww. Black dots are dancing, huh they're dancing. I was mad at someone wasn't I? Mad.....he had a name, oh I can't remember his name..... didn't I call him just *he*? ohhhhhhhhh I can't remember, no I can't, sleep. I must sleep. Fading.....am I closing my eyes? Or are they closing for me? I don't know. Prehaps....just a little while. Whats my name again?
I think I did fall asleep. I can see a really white light. Oh!!!! Owwww. My breathing quickens. It sears. Am I crying blood? Red trails come from my eyes. There's a face looking at me. Dark hair and blue eyes. He makes me feel angry and safe. Who is he? What is this place? I can't remember. I used to, I know. He's touching my face. I flinch back away from his touch. He seems so hurt by this. His face looks so sad. His eyes look red and puffy. I ran my finger down he's cheek. "Don't be sad" His eyes are really big now. "I've called them Chlo, they're coming, you're not going to die" My head aches with confusion. "Who are you? Who are they? What's a Chlo?" His face collapses on itself. Something hits me. Its *him*. The one that I'm supposed to remember but I don't. Then the black spots are back and I hear him calling with a hitch in his voice. "Its okay Chloe, they'll be here soon, its just the blood loss. Stay with me. Chloe? CHLOE!" I can't stay no matter how much he asks and shakes me. I'm too tired. I must sleep.
TBC