A/N: Hi, this is my first fanfic on this board, albeit not my first
one ever. Um, it's a Skye/other fic, but that's all I'm letting on right
now, since anymore than that would ruin the suspense. This takes place in
almost current time. Alcazar was NOT murdered, so therefore, neither
Brenda nor Jax are in jail or being questioned, and Skye didn't sleep w/
Alcazar either. Just to recap about the time period: Jax DID leave Skye for
Brenda, Skye WAS off the wagon (the "infamous" confrontation took place),
but Alcazar was NOT killed and Skye did NOT sleep w/ him. Oh, and she
didn't sleep with Coleman either. Blech. :P Anyway, I heart feedback so
please read & review! Thanks in advance.
Disclaimer: Um, hello, if I owned General Hospital or any of its characters would I be writing fanfiction? Er.no. :)
A New Day.
Chapter One:
The icy wind bit at my face as I hurried down the crowded streets of Port Charles. AJ had stolen my car keys, proclaiming that I was "too drunk" to drive. What the hell does he know anyhow? He has more DUIs than I do! Damned hypocrite. I hate him.
Well that's a boldfaced lie if I ever told one, considering I love my brother more than anyone else, for the most part. And, when he's thinking of someone other than himself, he loves me too. If I didn't have him I don't know what I would do. Well, actually I do know what I'd be doing. I would be drinking and driving right now, doing the one thing I swore I'd never do after what happened all those years ago.
*Flashback*
"So Miss Chandler, what do you want to do with your life?" the doctor inquired.
"Well, I want to have a big family. You know with three, maybe four kids. I adore children!" I'd said with a huge smile on my face. However, the doctor's face reflected the exact opposite of what I felt, as a grim look passed over her.
"Miss Chandler, about that, I'm afraid it's impossible."
My face dropped, "What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm afraid that during your accident you ruptured your abdomen very badly, a lot of the pressure focused on your reproductive organs. You're not infertile but."
"But what?" I pressed, though not really wanting to hear what she knew was coming.
"But if you ever got pregnant, the pressure on your reproductive organs would be too much for your body to handle and.well.your baby would die, and there's a great chance that you would too."
*End Flashback*
I bitterly wiped at frozen tear from my cheek as I continued my journey through Port Charles. I'm so damn weak, I cry at the littlest things. I have got to stop doing that. After what.what he did to me, I vowed to myself that I would never let anyone see my cry again. Ever.
God I hate that man. I can't even say his name anymore. It leaves a bitter and sour taste in my mouth, and in my heart. He deserves all the pain in the world after what he did to me, and I'm the best one to deliver that pain. As they say, revenge is best served cold. And that goes for his whore too. After all, it takes two to tango and she was dancing the night away with my husband. Well, if they had their way it would be ex- husband, but that's exactly what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to just give him up like a good little girl. Hell no. Those two are going to feel so much pain and so much agony that they're going to wonder why they ever thought to cross me. After all, I was raised a Chandler. And everybody knows that when you cross a Chandler, you pay.
Yet somehow, all of this revenge doesn't seem to be as comforting as it was when I first thought of this plan. My heart still feels broken and my soul still feels empty. I shouldn't be surprised that all this is happening to me. This happens every single damned time. I open my heart, trust a man, and I get trampled on, without fail. I sigh heavily; my life is such a mess. Maybe love's just not for me.
My thoughts are interrupted as I knock straight into another pedestrian. I look down at all of the belongings he dropped. I'm just a walking disaster these days.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," I say, bending down to pick up his things. Delivering them, and more apologies, back to him, I get a glimpse of his face for the first time, and I'm certainly not disappointed, as I bumped into a very attractive man.
"Hi," I greet him shyly.
"Hey," he returns.
Maybe this won't be such a bad day after all.
Disclaimer: Um, hello, if I owned General Hospital or any of its characters would I be writing fanfiction? Er.no. :)
A New Day.
Chapter One:
The icy wind bit at my face as I hurried down the crowded streets of Port Charles. AJ had stolen my car keys, proclaiming that I was "too drunk" to drive. What the hell does he know anyhow? He has more DUIs than I do! Damned hypocrite. I hate him.
Well that's a boldfaced lie if I ever told one, considering I love my brother more than anyone else, for the most part. And, when he's thinking of someone other than himself, he loves me too. If I didn't have him I don't know what I would do. Well, actually I do know what I'd be doing. I would be drinking and driving right now, doing the one thing I swore I'd never do after what happened all those years ago.
*Flashback*
"So Miss Chandler, what do you want to do with your life?" the doctor inquired.
"Well, I want to have a big family. You know with three, maybe four kids. I adore children!" I'd said with a huge smile on my face. However, the doctor's face reflected the exact opposite of what I felt, as a grim look passed over her.
"Miss Chandler, about that, I'm afraid it's impossible."
My face dropped, "What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm afraid that during your accident you ruptured your abdomen very badly, a lot of the pressure focused on your reproductive organs. You're not infertile but."
"But what?" I pressed, though not really wanting to hear what she knew was coming.
"But if you ever got pregnant, the pressure on your reproductive organs would be too much for your body to handle and.well.your baby would die, and there's a great chance that you would too."
*End Flashback*
I bitterly wiped at frozen tear from my cheek as I continued my journey through Port Charles. I'm so damn weak, I cry at the littlest things. I have got to stop doing that. After what.what he did to me, I vowed to myself that I would never let anyone see my cry again. Ever.
God I hate that man. I can't even say his name anymore. It leaves a bitter and sour taste in my mouth, and in my heart. He deserves all the pain in the world after what he did to me, and I'm the best one to deliver that pain. As they say, revenge is best served cold. And that goes for his whore too. After all, it takes two to tango and she was dancing the night away with my husband. Well, if they had their way it would be ex- husband, but that's exactly what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to just give him up like a good little girl. Hell no. Those two are going to feel so much pain and so much agony that they're going to wonder why they ever thought to cross me. After all, I was raised a Chandler. And everybody knows that when you cross a Chandler, you pay.
Yet somehow, all of this revenge doesn't seem to be as comforting as it was when I first thought of this plan. My heart still feels broken and my soul still feels empty. I shouldn't be surprised that all this is happening to me. This happens every single damned time. I open my heart, trust a man, and I get trampled on, without fail. I sigh heavily; my life is such a mess. Maybe love's just not for me.
My thoughts are interrupted as I knock straight into another pedestrian. I look down at all of the belongings he dropped. I'm just a walking disaster these days.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," I say, bending down to pick up his things. Delivering them, and more apologies, back to him, I get a glimpse of his face for the first time, and I'm certainly not disappointed, as I bumped into a very attractive man.
"Hi," I greet him shyly.
"Hey," he returns.
Maybe this won't be such a bad day after all.