Title - Bricks
Author - Drake
Rating - R for adult situations and possible/implied violence. Very Dark at times.
Summary - The aftermath of Tess' betrayal hits one person especially hard.
Category - Dark "What If…?" fic. Consider it AU. Crossovers definite, will be named when they appear or are revealed.
Spoilers - Assume through "I Married An Alien", no plans to include anything after that. (Now change that to "Chant Down To Babylon")
Disclaimer - I don't own them, if I did I'd be getting money for this, which I'm not. So please don't sue. I don't know if anyone else has written about this or like this, if they have I'm sorry as no infringement is meant.
Author's Notes: The songs listed and lyrics used are not part of the story, though they will seem much like a character. They help give background to the parts. Currently I only plan to use two songs in their entirety.
This is the prelude to the story "Bricks." The rest of the story has been taken down as I intend to massively rewrite the story. It was also taken down willingly to avoid having it taken down because of it's use of lyrics. "Bricks" is not high on my list of stories, unfortunately, and will most likely not get rewritten for months, if not years, from now. I'm sorry for anyone who wanted to see this story finished, but it is my hope I will one day do so. Until then, I leave the prelude here to remind me to work on it.
Thank you,
Drake
Dear Friends,
How do I say goodbye in a way that lets everyone off the hook, eases all the pain this causes and lets everyone go on with their lives? I don't think there is. There shouldn't be, if there was then people would be doing this even more than they are. I still have to try, I have to explain.
The last straw fell today, and the camel is broken beyond repair. Humpty-Dumpty would be fixed long before me. They're all gone now, you know? I'm the poison that causes all of this to happen and now I'm here. I just can't take anymore. So you'll all be reading this together. Max or Michael first, since I'm leaving this at Michael's. Make sure my dad is okay.
I never saw this coming in my life, I always had these elaborate plans for the future. One by one they've collapsed and taken more and more of me down with them. All that's left is a shell now. I think when this is done, when you find the answers in plain view, you'll really understand. And some things I can't even tell anyone about. Things only I know, things that I'm now taking to my grave. Alex is there already, and I'll be able to apologize to him for both of my betrayals to him.
I have to end this now, both this letter and more. I cannot say how much I appreciate the friends you all have been, but more is needed. And I just can't go on.
With Love and Remorse,
Kyle