Acoustic #3
Ch. 3
By Green eyed wonder
Category: T/R
Disclaimer: not mine, nor is the song, which is by Rufus Wainwright
Summery: will Tristin get there in time?
Feedback: always welcome
'Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither as they slip away across the universe.'
No matter what he did that night, Tristin could not get Rory's words out of his head. 'I'm sorry, Tristin.' What did she mean by apologizing? She had nothing to be sorry for, not yet at least. Then it struck him. Was she apologizing for something she was going to do? This thought hit him like a ton of bricks. Whatever it was, she was going to do it soon. Quickly he threw on his jacket and grabbed the car keys, yelling a quick ' don't wait up' to his questioning housekeeper.
'Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind, possessing and caressing me.'
Rory took one last look at herself in the mirror, as if asking her reflection for advice. 'It's the only way…' it said back to her.' … The only way to be happy.' While still staring at her reflection, Rory silently slid the knife down her arm. Pain shot through her body, finally reaching her brain, screaming for her to stop. But some where in the back of her mind, something was telling her that it felt good. Not good, necessarily, but better somehow. Better than everything else. This thought frightened her to the core, and for some unexplainable reason, she pushed down harder rather than releasing. Twisting her arm around, she watched unaffected as her drops of blood splattered on the carpet. The deed had been done. The window broken, the arm cut, the blood spilt. With a small smile, Rory turned away and wrapped her arm in a bandage. She picked up the small bag of her belongings, newly bought, so as to not have any housekeeper or servants notice her clothes missing. This thought made her smile even larger. The perfect escape. Not one clue, she had made sure of it. With one last look at the room she had called home for so long, Rory crawled through her window, out of a world of lies and deceit and into a carefree existence. "Finally." was the last word to escape her lips before she made her way to the bus station, new wig firmly planed to her head.
'Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, they call me on and on across the universe.'
Tristin raced down the couple of blocks to the Hayden Estate, actual tears ready to fall. This was a new feeling to Tristin, actual tears, actual feelings. He pushed harder on the pedal, needing to get there faster. Whatever it was that Rory had planned, he knew somehow that it involved her being taken away from him, and he refused to let that happen. Seeing her house, he stopped abruptly, brakes screeching. Opting for the gate to the fence rather than the front door, Tristin ran to the place that he knew as Rory's window. Fear penetrated his every fiber as he saw that her window had been smashed in. Glancing inside, she realized that Rory's blood was splattered all over her carpet, making a trail to the very window he stood at. Her music was blasting so loud, Tristin though he was about to faint. He now realized why no one had heard her window being broken, who could over this noise? Had Rory been kidnapped? ' I'm sorry, Tristin.' rang through his ears. Had she don't this? The window, the blood? "I'm sorry, Tristin.' She had been warning him. He knew it, and he had been too stupid to realize how desperate the warning was meant to be. A flash of Rory's confused and scared face flashed across his eyes. She had been warning him, if not for his sake for her own. Tristin immediately ran back to his car. After informing the police, he stormed out of the neighborhood, his one thought was of the look in Rory's eyes, and the words she had spoke, 'I'm sorry, Tristin.'
