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Notes: Wooo hooo! 3 Parts to go...They'll be up soon. I hope. Oh I was just wondering if anyone has seen Pirates of the Caribbean or League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I saw both and I loved them. (Epsecially Johny Depp with all the eyeliner on. Lol) Well I hope you like
Shattered: Part 5
John lay on the bathroom again. Bobby had left him there; he never bothered to pick John up the first time, so why would he start now? John had lied on this bathroom now for almost a week...almost seven days. He'd spent almost every night lying there. And it's all because he failed. Six attempted suicides...but Bobby wouldn't let John go, he wouldn't let John rest. To rest eternally, to John, was euphoria.
John sighed. Sometimes when Bobby would heal him John would regain his strength, and usually that was at night, so John would have to lie on his bed, pretending to sleep. But now, sometimes, the new energy would not return...which would leave him to fall asleep faster now.
John chuckled to himself as he thought of a quote he had heard sometime in his life, which was beginning to seem to long to him now. He laughed lightly again as he drifted slowly to sleep.
'To sleep, perchance to dream…'
John dreamt that night.
---dream---
He sat on a bed; he didn't know whom it belonged to, or even if it belonged to anybody, but a bed it was nonetheless. The sun shined brightly from somewhere in the room, John couldn't make it out, but he knew it was the sun. It felt warm and comforting, even though somehow John knew that something bad had just happened.
John never wanted to leave this place, never. It felt like the sunlight was healing him, and all he wanted to do was lie down on the bed and sleep forever. Or, at least something close to forever. He knew he shouldn't though; something kept him from lying down on the bed and sleeping.
It felt like something familiar, a familiar presences, telling him he shouldn't to just stay awake a little longer. Not to fall asleep, but to get up and walk towards the door. 'What door?' John wondered, but as he thought that one appeared, one that had seemed to be there for the longest time, one that he never saw before.
And so he did, he got up and walked towards the door that he never knew was there. He opened the door, and found himself inside a garden.
The garden was beautiful, there had to be at least a thousand different types of flowers there. All colored so beautiful, all smelled so sweet. There were also little waterfalls and small ponds here and there. The waterfall and ponds reflected the sky, which John now noticed to be one of the most beautiful sunsets he had ever seen.
John went to the most beautiful waterfall and pond he could find. It was secluded from the rest of the garden, hidden by trees that smelled as good as the flowers, and had tiny little flowers growing on them themselves. He went to touch the surface of the water, which showed his reflection also. He was surprised at what he saw.
John thought that he would see the sadness that he saw every time he looked into the bathroom mirror before, but instead he saw himself…smiling. He looked so happy, truly happy. 'How long has it been since I've actually looked like that?' John asked himself, '…How long has it been since I've felt like that?' John didn't have the answers, and he feared he'd never again see himself look like that. It scared him, that thought, that he'd never again truly be happy. Even in death, or where ever he would go after he died. 'I don't' think I'll ever find true happiness again,' John thought, '…Maybe…maybe I never even knew it in the first place.'
John never heard the footsteps behind him, nor did he notice. All he could do was stare at the reflection. He only noticed when he felt two arms wrap around his waist.
John gasped, but instead of fighting from the grasp he leaned into it, "Who are you?"
"Don't worry John," The person whispered softly, the voice was low and rough sounding but at the same time soft and gentle, "Don't worry anymore. Everything will turn out just fine."
John sighed, leaning deeper into the touch of the person. He suddenly remembered the pond and how water could actually reflect. Since John could see himself in the reflection before, he could surely see the person. When John actually did look into the water, thought, all he saw was himself. He noticed that the person's grasp was long gone.
John felt a gentle breeze surround him, strangely like the presence he felt earlier and the touch of the person he did not know. He heard a voice whisper; sounding like it was the wind itself, not to mention the unknown person.
"Don't worry Johnny-boy, you'll be alright. But don't wait to long, I may not be able to help you later."
---dream---
John gasped and sat up from the floor. The dream was so real to him he wasn't even sure that he was actually awake. He felt the same calm he had in the dream take hold of him, he knew exactly whom the voice belonged to, exactly who the person was. All he had to do was get to the person, and tell him everything, anything about what happened. If he did, John knew he would be saved, or something close to that.
All he had to do was talk to that person, and not let Bobby onto the fact that he was finally strong enough to tell some one. Now that was the hard part.
John slowly opened the door to the bathroom and looked outside, making sure that Bobby wasn't home. He didn't see the Bobby was home, even thought it was fairly dark in the room outside of the bathroom. He finally decided to be brave and walked outside, darting quickly to the door leading outside of his…and Bobby's bedroom. He was not fast enough unfortunately.
Right as John's hand got on the doorknob he heard Bobby's voice coming from behind him.
"Did you really think you could escape from me, Johnny-boy?" Bobby asked, his voice dangerously low and deadly sounding, "Did you really think I wouldn't know that you actually think you could tell some one?"
"…I-I don't kn-know what you are talking a-about," John stammered out, going against his better judgment and slowing walking away from the door.
"Oh," Bobby said getting up, "And how can I believe everything you say? What makes me believe anything you say? Why should I? Should I trust what you say because I…love you?" Bobby scoffed, "I don't love you. You shouldn't even exist, for all I care you can be dead, in fact I don't care."
Bobby got up and walked slowly to John, "Why don't you be something short of dead right now?"
John backed into the wall as Bobby said that, he was in a corner, and in one there were usually no hope for escape. Bobby grinned as he saw John's terrified eyes. Bobby drew his fist back and punched John so hard in the head that John's head hit the wall and he slid slowly down the wall onto the ground. Bobby didn't even care as he stepped over John's body and to the door, only looking back at John to make sure there wasn't too much blood. After all he was planning on making John unconscious, which is exactly what he did.
Bobby opened the door and stepped through it and whispered, "Guess I don't have as much time as I thought I did."
tbc.
Notes: Wooo hooo! 3 Parts to go...They'll be up soon. I hope. Oh I was just wondering if anyone has seen Pirates of the Caribbean or League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I saw both and I loved them. (Epsecially Johny Depp with all the eyeliner on. Lol) Well I hope you like
Shattered: Part 5
John lay on the bathroom again. Bobby had left him there; he never bothered to pick John up the first time, so why would he start now? John had lied on this bathroom now for almost a week...almost seven days. He'd spent almost every night lying there. And it's all because he failed. Six attempted suicides...but Bobby wouldn't let John go, he wouldn't let John rest. To rest eternally, to John, was euphoria.
John sighed. Sometimes when Bobby would heal him John would regain his strength, and usually that was at night, so John would have to lie on his bed, pretending to sleep. But now, sometimes, the new energy would not return...which would leave him to fall asleep faster now.
John chuckled to himself as he thought of a quote he had heard sometime in his life, which was beginning to seem to long to him now. He laughed lightly again as he drifted slowly to sleep.
'To sleep, perchance to dream…'
John dreamt that night.
---dream---
He sat on a bed; he didn't know whom it belonged to, or even if it belonged to anybody, but a bed it was nonetheless. The sun shined brightly from somewhere in the room, John couldn't make it out, but he knew it was the sun. It felt warm and comforting, even though somehow John knew that something bad had just happened.
John never wanted to leave this place, never. It felt like the sunlight was healing him, and all he wanted to do was lie down on the bed and sleep forever. Or, at least something close to forever. He knew he shouldn't though; something kept him from lying down on the bed and sleeping.
It felt like something familiar, a familiar presences, telling him he shouldn't to just stay awake a little longer. Not to fall asleep, but to get up and walk towards the door. 'What door?' John wondered, but as he thought that one appeared, one that had seemed to be there for the longest time, one that he never saw before.
And so he did, he got up and walked towards the door that he never knew was there. He opened the door, and found himself inside a garden.
The garden was beautiful, there had to be at least a thousand different types of flowers there. All colored so beautiful, all smelled so sweet. There were also little waterfalls and small ponds here and there. The waterfall and ponds reflected the sky, which John now noticed to be one of the most beautiful sunsets he had ever seen.
John went to the most beautiful waterfall and pond he could find. It was secluded from the rest of the garden, hidden by trees that smelled as good as the flowers, and had tiny little flowers growing on them themselves. He went to touch the surface of the water, which showed his reflection also. He was surprised at what he saw.
John thought that he would see the sadness that he saw every time he looked into the bathroom mirror before, but instead he saw himself…smiling. He looked so happy, truly happy. 'How long has it been since I've actually looked like that?' John asked himself, '…How long has it been since I've felt like that?' John didn't have the answers, and he feared he'd never again see himself look like that. It scared him, that thought, that he'd never again truly be happy. Even in death, or where ever he would go after he died. 'I don't' think I'll ever find true happiness again,' John thought, '…Maybe…maybe I never even knew it in the first place.'
John never heard the footsteps behind him, nor did he notice. All he could do was stare at the reflection. He only noticed when he felt two arms wrap around his waist.
John gasped, but instead of fighting from the grasp he leaned into it, "Who are you?"
"Don't worry John," The person whispered softly, the voice was low and rough sounding but at the same time soft and gentle, "Don't worry anymore. Everything will turn out just fine."
John sighed, leaning deeper into the touch of the person. He suddenly remembered the pond and how water could actually reflect. Since John could see himself in the reflection before, he could surely see the person. When John actually did look into the water, thought, all he saw was himself. He noticed that the person's grasp was long gone.
John felt a gentle breeze surround him, strangely like the presence he felt earlier and the touch of the person he did not know. He heard a voice whisper; sounding like it was the wind itself, not to mention the unknown person.
"Don't worry Johnny-boy, you'll be alright. But don't wait to long, I may not be able to help you later."
---dream---
John gasped and sat up from the floor. The dream was so real to him he wasn't even sure that he was actually awake. He felt the same calm he had in the dream take hold of him, he knew exactly whom the voice belonged to, exactly who the person was. All he had to do was get to the person, and tell him everything, anything about what happened. If he did, John knew he would be saved, or something close to that.
All he had to do was talk to that person, and not let Bobby onto the fact that he was finally strong enough to tell some one. Now that was the hard part.
John slowly opened the door to the bathroom and looked outside, making sure that Bobby wasn't home. He didn't see the Bobby was home, even thought it was fairly dark in the room outside of the bathroom. He finally decided to be brave and walked outside, darting quickly to the door leading outside of his…and Bobby's bedroom. He was not fast enough unfortunately.
Right as John's hand got on the doorknob he heard Bobby's voice coming from behind him.
"Did you really think you could escape from me, Johnny-boy?" Bobby asked, his voice dangerously low and deadly sounding, "Did you really think I wouldn't know that you actually think you could tell some one?"
"…I-I don't kn-know what you are talking a-about," John stammered out, going against his better judgment and slowing walking away from the door.
"Oh," Bobby said getting up, "And how can I believe everything you say? What makes me believe anything you say? Why should I? Should I trust what you say because I…love you?" Bobby scoffed, "I don't love you. You shouldn't even exist, for all I care you can be dead, in fact I don't care."
Bobby got up and walked slowly to John, "Why don't you be something short of dead right now?"
John backed into the wall as Bobby said that, he was in a corner, and in one there were usually no hope for escape. Bobby grinned as he saw John's terrified eyes. Bobby drew his fist back and punched John so hard in the head that John's head hit the wall and he slid slowly down the wall onto the ground. Bobby didn't even care as he stepped over John's body and to the door, only looking back at John to make sure there wasn't too much blood. After all he was planning on making John unconscious, which is exactly what he did.
Bobby opened the door and stepped through it and whispered, "Guess I don't have as much time as I thought I did."
tbc.