Blah blah blah. The usual BS, I don't own Gundam wing, I don't own Celine
Dion (thank god), I don't own anything. Because it's just after Christmas
and I have no money, I'm asking you very nicely NOT to sue me.
A/N: um, I have family over, and I get limited time on the computer. That's my excuse for why this fic is coming out so screwed up. I seem to be jumping from present tense to past tense, from first person to third person. If my english teacher read this, he might have a heart attack from the amount of times he'd have to correct my grammar. Actually, I think I might hand this in to him, whats I little heart attack between a teacher and his pupil? Also, compared to the other two, this chapter is micro short, but my muses demanded a three-day vacation, so I was left powerless when writing it. If any body doesn't mind sharing their muses, I would be very grateful to you for allowing me to borrow them.
Chapter three
~*Duo*~
I felt really bad when I found out she was in the same ward as James. I mean, that guy is seriously bad news. He's as big a bully as they come, and I didn't want to leave her alone with him. He would really chew her up about it. But I think we came to a reasonably acceptable rota of visits and stuff.
Of course, school was hard. Every morning Quatre had to drag me out of bed half an hour before the bell went. I didn't want to go, and I hated being there. Every single centimetre in that place reminded me off her. Her locker was near my art classroom, so every art lesson I had to queue up and stand next to her locker, breathing in her smell. It seeped through the metal and came to haunt me, winding around me and making sure that I couldn't, not for one second, forget her. She followed me in my lessons, her empty seat next to mine reminding me what I had done to her.
Since the headmistress had agreed not to tell anyone the real reason behind her hospital treatment, there were a lot of rumours. Her friends all knew more or less what it was, but they didn't know about her eating disorder, so they were just told that a few pills were found in her bag. They made up their own course of events surrounding that one nugget of information. So most of the rumours centred around Angela being a druggie who had OD'd during school and variations were added onto that. Like, she was in a coma; she had started dealing to the first years and that was the reason one of them had had dropped out; she had escaped from the hospital and flown to America; you know, the usual.
It's ridiculous the extent that humans beings will go to to hurt each other. Angela was beautiful, popular and well loved within the school community. But people began to forget, to remember only the bad things. They began to turn on her. I like to think it was jealousy, and I think that was most of it. But also I think, people began to see things about her that they just hadn't noticed before. Even I started to be able to put pieces together that I hadn't before.
What I was thinking scared me, but I couldn't help it. I was susceptible to what everyone else is doing, but the difference was that I knew more.
~*Heero*~
She was dying. Well, if she wasn't dying, she was almost dead. A bit of a dramatic sentence opener, considering this is me and all, but I don't like to mince words. Those are the facts. She's dying.
I'm going to go out of character for a minute, and show emotion. Don't be shocked, don't gasp or scrabble for air. Just listen to me.
Every time Duo came back from a visit to the hospital, I saw something in his eyes. If I had been his brother or someone close to him, I probably would have been able to decipher on my own what it was. But all I know was that it got worse every time he came back. I consulted with Quatre about this. He was most in touch with Duo and he knew most about what was happening. He got back to me and said that what I could see was a reflection of Angela's condition in Duo's eyes. I thought this was total bullshit, until I looked closer. I felt weird, like a stalker. For a minute I wondered if Relena had felt that way when she was so intent on making me see her side. What I could see in Duo's eyes was nothing. But it was more than that. It was absence.
This is where we get to the soppy emotional crap. Hold on to your seats and try not to laugh. I may have to shoot you if you do.
It was an absence of the light and laughter that had been there before. It was an absence of sun. It was an absence of his essence, everything that had made him Duo. More than that even, an absence of everything that made Angela, Angela.
So from this I drew my own conclusions. Even if no one else could see it, I knew that Angela was dying. Kind of like telling the future. I find it funny to this day that I can tell what someone will do just from looking at their eyes. Don't believe me? I can prove it. I once studied Quatre's eyes, just for fun. There was delight in them. The kind of strange weird delight that only comes from a girl. Sure enough, the next week he brought home a new girlfriend.
Ha. I may be an emotional vacuum with no feelings, but I'm not stupid.
A/N: um, I have family over, and I get limited time on the computer. That's my excuse for why this fic is coming out so screwed up. I seem to be jumping from present tense to past tense, from first person to third person. If my english teacher read this, he might have a heart attack from the amount of times he'd have to correct my grammar. Actually, I think I might hand this in to him, whats I little heart attack between a teacher and his pupil? Also, compared to the other two, this chapter is micro short, but my muses demanded a three-day vacation, so I was left powerless when writing it. If any body doesn't mind sharing their muses, I would be very grateful to you for allowing me to borrow them.
Chapter three
~*Duo*~
I felt really bad when I found out she was in the same ward as James. I mean, that guy is seriously bad news. He's as big a bully as they come, and I didn't want to leave her alone with him. He would really chew her up about it. But I think we came to a reasonably acceptable rota of visits and stuff.
Of course, school was hard. Every morning Quatre had to drag me out of bed half an hour before the bell went. I didn't want to go, and I hated being there. Every single centimetre in that place reminded me off her. Her locker was near my art classroom, so every art lesson I had to queue up and stand next to her locker, breathing in her smell. It seeped through the metal and came to haunt me, winding around me and making sure that I couldn't, not for one second, forget her. She followed me in my lessons, her empty seat next to mine reminding me what I had done to her.
Since the headmistress had agreed not to tell anyone the real reason behind her hospital treatment, there were a lot of rumours. Her friends all knew more or less what it was, but they didn't know about her eating disorder, so they were just told that a few pills were found in her bag. They made up their own course of events surrounding that one nugget of information. So most of the rumours centred around Angela being a druggie who had OD'd during school and variations were added onto that. Like, she was in a coma; she had started dealing to the first years and that was the reason one of them had had dropped out; she had escaped from the hospital and flown to America; you know, the usual.
It's ridiculous the extent that humans beings will go to to hurt each other. Angela was beautiful, popular and well loved within the school community. But people began to forget, to remember only the bad things. They began to turn on her. I like to think it was jealousy, and I think that was most of it. But also I think, people began to see things about her that they just hadn't noticed before. Even I started to be able to put pieces together that I hadn't before.
What I was thinking scared me, but I couldn't help it. I was susceptible to what everyone else is doing, but the difference was that I knew more.
~*Heero*~
She was dying. Well, if she wasn't dying, she was almost dead. A bit of a dramatic sentence opener, considering this is me and all, but I don't like to mince words. Those are the facts. She's dying.
I'm going to go out of character for a minute, and show emotion. Don't be shocked, don't gasp or scrabble for air. Just listen to me.
Every time Duo came back from a visit to the hospital, I saw something in his eyes. If I had been his brother or someone close to him, I probably would have been able to decipher on my own what it was. But all I know was that it got worse every time he came back. I consulted with Quatre about this. He was most in touch with Duo and he knew most about what was happening. He got back to me and said that what I could see was a reflection of Angela's condition in Duo's eyes. I thought this was total bullshit, until I looked closer. I felt weird, like a stalker. For a minute I wondered if Relena had felt that way when she was so intent on making me see her side. What I could see in Duo's eyes was nothing. But it was more than that. It was absence.
This is where we get to the soppy emotional crap. Hold on to your seats and try not to laugh. I may have to shoot you if you do.
It was an absence of the light and laughter that had been there before. It was an absence of sun. It was an absence of his essence, everything that had made him Duo. More than that even, an absence of everything that made Angela, Angela.
So from this I drew my own conclusions. Even if no one else could see it, I knew that Angela was dying. Kind of like telling the future. I find it funny to this day that I can tell what someone will do just from looking at their eyes. Don't believe me? I can prove it. I once studied Quatre's eyes, just for fun. There was delight in them. The kind of strange weird delight that only comes from a girl. Sure enough, the next week he brought home a new girlfriend.
Ha. I may be an emotional vacuum with no feelings, but I'm not stupid.