Whispering Souls
Chapter One
Prologue
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Have you ever been in a room, filled with people, but felt totally alone? What causes it? Why can't you escape this empty lonely feeling? Does it mean something, if even around your family and friends, you felt like you had nobody. I feel like that today.
I slam my fist into the locker, causing Faith to stare at me, in neither fear or anger, it was more a look of pity and of understanding. The shift was over, I asked her if she wanted a ride home. She declined as always.
I went home, sat in my lone apartment, nursing a beer and flipping the television, between ESPN and the discovery channel. I'm lonely, very lonely. I need someone, I want someone in my life. Fuck… why am I even kidding myself, I know exactly who I want, who I want to wake up next to every morning and make love to every night. But its irrelevant, it's a complicated situation.
I could go pick up a girl… How easy it would be, and I don't even need those damn dimples like Doherty's got working for him. But what is the point? I'd still feel lonely, only then I'd also complicated things by having to think up excuses for not calling the chick days later. Naw… I'll just sit here alone.
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Why do I always feel so lonely? My husband's snores, loud but familiar, my kids sleeping peacefully in their beds. I'm with my family, but I'm alone. This feeling scares me, I sit up quietly and get out of bed. I creep through to the living room, and into the kitchen, the microwave clocks claims its 2:53. I sigh deeply, wondering what is wrong with me. I open the fridge and grab the orange juice, pouring myself a small glass, I bend over and rummage through the cabinet beneath the sink. Finding the bottle of vodka I know Fred hides there, I pour just a tiny bit into my orange juice, hoping it will help me sleep. I replace the bottle to its spot. And take a seat on the sofa. I can still hear my husband snoring from the other room, and am surprised by this feeling of disgust. I love my husband, and ever since the heart attack he's changed, he's a better person. But that doesn't make me feel less… lonely. Something is missing in my life. I stare into the darkness, while I just sit here alone.
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TBC…
A/N - This is yet another Bosco/Faith based fan-fic, I started. My first one being The Search is Over, that is my distance one, I have a lot of plans for that fic. The second one being Foolish Things which was a one part. I wrote this prologue a few days ago, I wasn't really sure what I was doing with it, but the words popped in my head and I was within reach of the keyboard.
Please take a moment and review to let me know how I'm doing.
Thanks,
Tiffany
Chapter One
Prologue
*****
Have you ever been in a room, filled with people, but felt totally alone? What causes it? Why can't you escape this empty lonely feeling? Does it mean something, if even around your family and friends, you felt like you had nobody. I feel like that today.
I slam my fist into the locker, causing Faith to stare at me, in neither fear or anger, it was more a look of pity and of understanding. The shift was over, I asked her if she wanted a ride home. She declined as always.
I went home, sat in my lone apartment, nursing a beer and flipping the television, between ESPN and the discovery channel. I'm lonely, very lonely. I need someone, I want someone in my life. Fuck… why am I even kidding myself, I know exactly who I want, who I want to wake up next to every morning and make love to every night. But its irrelevant, it's a complicated situation.
I could go pick up a girl… How easy it would be, and I don't even need those damn dimples like Doherty's got working for him. But what is the point? I'd still feel lonely, only then I'd also complicated things by having to think up excuses for not calling the chick days later. Naw… I'll just sit here alone.
*****
Why do I always feel so lonely? My husband's snores, loud but familiar, my kids sleeping peacefully in their beds. I'm with my family, but I'm alone. This feeling scares me, I sit up quietly and get out of bed. I creep through to the living room, and into the kitchen, the microwave clocks claims its 2:53. I sigh deeply, wondering what is wrong with me. I open the fridge and grab the orange juice, pouring myself a small glass, I bend over and rummage through the cabinet beneath the sink. Finding the bottle of vodka I know Fred hides there, I pour just a tiny bit into my orange juice, hoping it will help me sleep. I replace the bottle to its spot. And take a seat on the sofa. I can still hear my husband snoring from the other room, and am surprised by this feeling of disgust. I love my husband, and ever since the heart attack he's changed, he's a better person. But that doesn't make me feel less… lonely. Something is missing in my life. I stare into the darkness, while I just sit here alone.
*****
TBC…
A/N - This is yet another Bosco/Faith based fan-fic, I started. My first one being The Search is Over, that is my distance one, I have a lot of plans for that fic. The second one being Foolish Things which was a one part. I wrote this prologue a few days ago, I wasn't really sure what I was doing with it, but the words popped in my head and I was within reach of the keyboard.
Please take a moment and review to let me know how I'm doing.
Thanks,
Tiffany