***Okay, forgot to say in the first part that this takes place after The
Return of The King, so I hope no one gets lost or confused.***
***Also, sorry it takes me so long to upload chapters. I've got a killer schedule of work and school right now, so writing time gets seriously cut down. I'll try my best to get them out fast, but there might be a wait between parts.***
Part Three
***Lyrics from Linkin Park's Forgotten, from Hybrid Theory (it's like my favourite album. Can you tell?)***
***From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten***
It seemed like forever since she slept peacefully. First she dreamt only of pain and of tires squealing while her mouth was stretched open in an endless scream. And then she woke to find a quiet forest with no signs of metal or glass or even blood. But then she witnessed the things that only nightmares were made of.
And even though she had been saved, there was no saving her mind from the experience. She saw it all in an endless stream while she slept. There was blood first and foremost. Hunter's blood, Jenn's blood, there was a lot of blood. She couldn't seem to hide from it.
***In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there***
Hunter, he hadn't screamed so she was spared that awful theme. But Jenn screamed. She screamed and cried. Erin heard those sounds during her sojourn to the dreamland. In fact, it was like a backdrop for everything. She heard and saw many things, but her sister's screams were always there. Hunter had died, and her sister had nearly caved in on herself.
***The memory won't escape me But why should I care***
Hunter had been the biggest ass on the face of the planet. He really had been. But he didn't deserve to die. He deserved to have Jenn dump his ass and kick him out of their house, but he hadn't deserved to die. Erin hadn't meant those last words she had spat at him. They were said in nothing but anger and hurt. She didn't mean a word of them. But she had still said them, and then he had died.
She couldn't seem to get away from her words.
***There's a place so dark you can't see the end [Skies cock back] and shock that which can't defend The rain then sends dripping/an acidic question***
Had it been her fault? Sure, they were only words. And they hadn't been the first time she had said them to someone, definitely not the first time she had said them to Hunter. But she hadn't quite put so much feeling into them before. She remembered the way she was thinking when she uttered those words. Her thoughts had been black and cold. She had never felt so much anger in all her life towards one person. Hunter had nearly killed them with his stunt on the road. She had seen her life flash before her eyes, she had felt the panic in her chest. She had sent a prayer up to the heavens to spare her life because she wasn't done living just yet. She had been so very scared.
And he had been the cause of it. Her anger had been so strong that it could have burned someone. She thought for sure her blood had been boiling during it. And there was a seeming power descended into her hands when she felt that anger. She felt as though she could have hit Hunter and sent the man flying somewhere far away from her.
But instead she wished him dead. And then he died.
***Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes tightly shut/looking through the rust and rot And dust/a spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend The eyes ease open and it's dark again***
Her dreams wouldn't free her of that guilt. She kept hearing the words over and over and over again. When she dreamed of running from the monsters of the woods, her words flew alongside with her. They taunted her, jeered her, and cut at her. They flew back into her face, stopping her run immediately, leaving her at the mercy of the monsters.
And Jenn's screams carried on in the back. She heard only that and the things that she said to Hunter.
Words were powerful things.
***In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up***
Her dreams kept her in that forest, refusing to let her mind drift to pleasanter things. To better times, when she had been a little girl and her grandmother would tell her wonderous stories of elves and fairies and the such. No, her dreams demanded she stay in that time and evaluate what she had done.
But had she done anything? Wishing for something doesn't automatically make it true. Even if it did, she hadn't wished for Hunter's death. No, she had just said empty words, for the purpose of making him angry or to feel guilty. They had no basis behind them. Even though she had always wanted Hunter gone, she had never wanted the man dead.
No matter what she said to him last.
***Moving all around/screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound The wheels go 'round and the sunset creep past the Street lamps, chain-link and concrete A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats On down the street till the wind is gone The memory now is like the picture was then When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again***
She wanted to wake up. She wanted to be awake and to be rid of her dreams. They were hurtful, they were making her cry. She didn't want to be stuck in an endless stream of Hunter's death. She didn't want to wade through the pools of his blood that her mind conjured up for her. She didn't want to spend eternity running from his body, running from the monsters of the woods. She wanted to be awake and to see the sun again.
She longed for the warmth of the sun. The light of the sun, that was all she needed right now. Something, anything to chase away the darkness from her dreams.
***Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back***
Her fingers were grazing over something soft and smooth. It felt like silk almost. It was cool against the skin, stretching out a long way underneath her. And she was so warm, wrapped up in something infinitely heavy and comforting.
It was a bed. She was in a bed. But she had been in the forest last. She remembered being in the forest. In the forest with those horrible things . . .
Her eyes started to flutter, a hazy image greeting her sight. There was a giant fuzz, only vague shapes being apparent to her at first. She blinked, squeezing her eyes shut tightly before opening them again. The fuzz persisted, but was fading away each time she blinked.
She frowned to herself, a hand going up to rub her forehead. She shut her eyes once more, as if willing the veil to be lifted away. She wanted to see things clearly, she wanted to be able to think clearly. Her mind was telling her that something had happened. And if she could only remember everything that transpired after she ran.
Very slowly, her mind clicked. Things came back to her, images flooding her mind. She groaned, unable to make much sense of them. She remembered gripping Jenn's hand tightly as they ran through the woods. She could see the scenery passing by her as she ran, trees whizzing past her at an insane speed. She hadn't really been running that fast, had she?
Jenn. That thought woke her up in an instant. Jenn had been shot. Jenn had been bleeding. What happened to Jenn?
She shot up out of bed, eyes opening once more. The haze had lifted and she could see things clearly now. She was in a bed, a very large and nice bed. The room she had slept in was comfy, though there was entirely too much white in it. White walls, white ceiling, white drapes, white chairs, white bed, everything was white.
But it was all secondary. Jenn was important now. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, determined to go in search of her sister. But she hadn't counted on being weak, being unable to stand on her own two feet.
She sank down to the floor with a yelp.
There was noise after that, the sound of a door opening. She heard footsteps and gradually two people came into her view. One was a woman, who had a seemingly kind face, the other was man, stern blue eyes gazing down at her. Both were blonde, both were incredibly beautiful, and both dressed in the strangest manner. They spoke to her, in some tongue she had never heard before. They seemed concerned for her, but that was all secondary in Erin's mind. She registered only one thing.
Their ears.
***I'm telling you that I see it right through you***
She screamed.
***Also, sorry it takes me so long to upload chapters. I've got a killer schedule of work and school right now, so writing time gets seriously cut down. I'll try my best to get them out fast, but there might be a wait between parts.***
Part Three
***Lyrics from Linkin Park's Forgotten, from Hybrid Theory (it's like my favourite album. Can you tell?)***
***From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten***
It seemed like forever since she slept peacefully. First she dreamt only of pain and of tires squealing while her mouth was stretched open in an endless scream. And then she woke to find a quiet forest with no signs of metal or glass or even blood. But then she witnessed the things that only nightmares were made of.
And even though she had been saved, there was no saving her mind from the experience. She saw it all in an endless stream while she slept. There was blood first and foremost. Hunter's blood, Jenn's blood, there was a lot of blood. She couldn't seem to hide from it.
***In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there***
Hunter, he hadn't screamed so she was spared that awful theme. But Jenn screamed. She screamed and cried. Erin heard those sounds during her sojourn to the dreamland. In fact, it was like a backdrop for everything. She heard and saw many things, but her sister's screams were always there. Hunter had died, and her sister had nearly caved in on herself.
***The memory won't escape me But why should I care***
Hunter had been the biggest ass on the face of the planet. He really had been. But he didn't deserve to die. He deserved to have Jenn dump his ass and kick him out of their house, but he hadn't deserved to die. Erin hadn't meant those last words she had spat at him. They were said in nothing but anger and hurt. She didn't mean a word of them. But she had still said them, and then he had died.
She couldn't seem to get away from her words.
***There's a place so dark you can't see the end [Skies cock back] and shock that which can't defend The rain then sends dripping/an acidic question***
Had it been her fault? Sure, they were only words. And they hadn't been the first time she had said them to someone, definitely not the first time she had said them to Hunter. But she hadn't quite put so much feeling into them before. She remembered the way she was thinking when she uttered those words. Her thoughts had been black and cold. She had never felt so much anger in all her life towards one person. Hunter had nearly killed them with his stunt on the road. She had seen her life flash before her eyes, she had felt the panic in her chest. She had sent a prayer up to the heavens to spare her life because she wasn't done living just yet. She had been so very scared.
And he had been the cause of it. Her anger had been so strong that it could have burned someone. She thought for sure her blood had been boiling during it. And there was a seeming power descended into her hands when she felt that anger. She felt as though she could have hit Hunter and sent the man flying somewhere far away from her.
But instead she wished him dead. And then he died.
***Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes tightly shut/looking through the rust and rot And dust/a spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend The eyes ease open and it's dark again***
Her dreams wouldn't free her of that guilt. She kept hearing the words over and over and over again. When she dreamed of running from the monsters of the woods, her words flew alongside with her. They taunted her, jeered her, and cut at her. They flew back into her face, stopping her run immediately, leaving her at the mercy of the monsters.
And Jenn's screams carried on in the back. She heard only that and the things that she said to Hunter.
Words were powerful things.
***In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up***
Her dreams kept her in that forest, refusing to let her mind drift to pleasanter things. To better times, when she had been a little girl and her grandmother would tell her wonderous stories of elves and fairies and the such. No, her dreams demanded she stay in that time and evaluate what she had done.
But had she done anything? Wishing for something doesn't automatically make it true. Even if it did, she hadn't wished for Hunter's death. No, she had just said empty words, for the purpose of making him angry or to feel guilty. They had no basis behind them. Even though she had always wanted Hunter gone, she had never wanted the man dead.
No matter what she said to him last.
***Moving all around/screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound The wheels go 'round and the sunset creep past the Street lamps, chain-link and concrete A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats On down the street till the wind is gone The memory now is like the picture was then When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again***
She wanted to wake up. She wanted to be awake and to be rid of her dreams. They were hurtful, they were making her cry. She didn't want to be stuck in an endless stream of Hunter's death. She didn't want to wade through the pools of his blood that her mind conjured up for her. She didn't want to spend eternity running from his body, running from the monsters of the woods. She wanted to be awake and to see the sun again.
She longed for the warmth of the sun. The light of the sun, that was all she needed right now. Something, anything to chase away the darkness from her dreams.
***Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back***
Her fingers were grazing over something soft and smooth. It felt like silk almost. It was cool against the skin, stretching out a long way underneath her. And she was so warm, wrapped up in something infinitely heavy and comforting.
It was a bed. She was in a bed. But she had been in the forest last. She remembered being in the forest. In the forest with those horrible things . . .
Her eyes started to flutter, a hazy image greeting her sight. There was a giant fuzz, only vague shapes being apparent to her at first. She blinked, squeezing her eyes shut tightly before opening them again. The fuzz persisted, but was fading away each time she blinked.
She frowned to herself, a hand going up to rub her forehead. She shut her eyes once more, as if willing the veil to be lifted away. She wanted to see things clearly, she wanted to be able to think clearly. Her mind was telling her that something had happened. And if she could only remember everything that transpired after she ran.
Very slowly, her mind clicked. Things came back to her, images flooding her mind. She groaned, unable to make much sense of them. She remembered gripping Jenn's hand tightly as they ran through the woods. She could see the scenery passing by her as she ran, trees whizzing past her at an insane speed. She hadn't really been running that fast, had she?
Jenn. That thought woke her up in an instant. Jenn had been shot. Jenn had been bleeding. What happened to Jenn?
She shot up out of bed, eyes opening once more. The haze had lifted and she could see things clearly now. She was in a bed, a very large and nice bed. The room she had slept in was comfy, though there was entirely too much white in it. White walls, white ceiling, white drapes, white chairs, white bed, everything was white.
But it was all secondary. Jenn was important now. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, determined to go in search of her sister. But she hadn't counted on being weak, being unable to stand on her own two feet.
She sank down to the floor with a yelp.
There was noise after that, the sound of a door opening. She heard footsteps and gradually two people came into her view. One was a woman, who had a seemingly kind face, the other was man, stern blue eyes gazing down at her. Both were blonde, both were incredibly beautiful, and both dressed in the strangest manner. They spoke to her, in some tongue she had never heard before. They seemed concerned for her, but that was all secondary in Erin's mind. She registered only one thing.
Their ears.
***I'm telling you that I see it right through you***
She screamed.