Angel in the Dark
By: India
Hey, everybody! This is my very first fanfic, so please bear with me. I hope to not make it too slow or whatever, but uh, don't get too mad if it sucks. Also, please, please, please R & R!!
Prologue
Alone. Lonely. Solitary.
These words all have a similar meaning and can be used very strongly in the right context. They all bring images of sorrow to mind, of darkness, of endless labyrinths. They all describe the feelings of many. They all describe the feelings of me.
I feel alone. I feel lonely. I feel solitary.
People surround me. Some of them are crying. All of them wear dark expressions on their normally contrasting faces. Now they are but a smear of the same emotion. Why are they sad? They don't know the half of it. But I hardly see them anyway.
I hate being alone. I hate being lonely. I hate being solitary.
I feel it all flowing from me. I lie. I'm in pain. But I am hardly thinking of it. I think of her and only her: her smile, her charm, her beauty. I need her so badly. That's why I lie. That's why I pray. That's why I'll tell you my story, the story of a weak man who needed his girl more than a breath of air.
I am alone. I am lonely. I am solitary.
I am nothing.
Hey, everybody! This is my very first fanfic, so please bear with me. I hope to not make it too slow or whatever, but uh, don't get too mad if it sucks. Also, please, please, please R & R!!
Prologue
Alone. Lonely. Solitary.
These words all have a similar meaning and can be used very strongly in the right context. They all bring images of sorrow to mind, of darkness, of endless labyrinths. They all describe the feelings of many. They all describe the feelings of me.
I feel alone. I feel lonely. I feel solitary.
People surround me. Some of them are crying. All of them wear dark expressions on their normally contrasting faces. Now they are but a smear of the same emotion. Why are they sad? They don't know the half of it. But I hardly see them anyway.
I hate being alone. I hate being lonely. I hate being solitary.
I feel it all flowing from me. I lie. I'm in pain. But I am hardly thinking of it. I think of her and only her: her smile, her charm, her beauty. I need her so badly. That's why I lie. That's why I pray. That's why I'll tell you my story, the story of a weak man who needed his girl more than a breath of air.
I am alone. I am lonely. I am solitary.
I am nothing.
