Disclamer:
I don't own anything mentioned. ^_^ So sorry about that. I know I let you down. V.V
Kat: Yup. This is for you, again. This was the second one I did. Merry Chirstmas.
Warnings:
Er.......I _suppose_ this'll count as a 3x12... Right, warnings. Ok. Short. Quickly done. Kinda crappy. And this writting up here is in an attempt to fill up the 1000 word minimum. *counts* Damnit...
Trowa POV
***
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
"No..." Trowa stopped short, staring at the televsion screen.
"No. No, it can't be...Some mistake..." He had been walking down the street, passing by a
department store, when he caught a glimpse of what was on the display television's
screen.
"Impossible. Can't be..." He was slowly backing up, walking away from the glass window,
distancing himself from the images.
He was feeling his grip on reason being slowly lost in the mind numbing swirl of thoughts
coursing through him.
"No..."
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Colors blurring, he caught the sound of a phone ringing, somewhere in the back of his mind.
Suddenly, he was aware of the tears coursing down his face, as he watched, unable to tear
his eyes away from the picture on the screen.
//In recent news, a girl has been shot.//
"No..."
//The unidentified victim, Jane Doe #1, was found dumped behind a trash bin on Eighth and
Main,//
"No..."
He watched, horrified, as the camera came ruthlessly down for a closeup of her blonde hair,
tangled and matted with blood. The same blood that ran down from a bullet hole in her skull,
marring her perfect white skin.
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
The ringing louder, he began to shake as the world spun beneath his feet, the vision of her
dead body following him. Never going away.
"No..."
Next thing he knew he was running, running down the street, pushing away all who stopped
him from getting to the ends of the earth.
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
Screaming, words not coming out, his tears faling freely; he did not notice or care. He
stumbled past familer sights, they gave him no comfort as they melted away into the gray
mass that was taking over the background.
The noise grew louder.
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
"Midii..." His voice can out in a broken whisper, "Midii."
He fell to his knees, the world quickly dissolving around him, his hands splitting open on the
jagged shards of glass, protruding up out of the sidewalk.
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
He looked at his hands, raised them to eye level, and laughed. A hollow, dead laugh.
Slowly pulling a piece of glass; about two inches in length and stained a dark red, out of his
palm, he stared at it in wonder. Then, he raised it and drew a thin line down his arm.
He laughed again.
There was pain.
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's somthing left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
Slowly cutting marks down his arms, wrists and hands, the noise of ringing grew steadily
louder. It increased, until it was right next to him, a rushing of bells, chiming in key.
"Trowa Barton," There was a voice on the other end, "I've got bad news."
For you and me
For you and me
Trowa sat up in bed with a start. Quickly pushing off the remnats of the dream, he padded
into the kitchen, where a white phone was ringing off the hook.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tro," Duo's voice rose and cracked, "The news. It's bad."
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
I don't own anything mentioned. ^_^ So sorry about that. I know I let you down. V.V
Kat: Yup. This is for you, again. This was the second one I did. Merry Chirstmas.
Warnings:
Er.......I _suppose_ this'll count as a 3x12... Right, warnings. Ok. Short. Quickly done. Kinda crappy. And this writting up here is in an attempt to fill up the 1000 word minimum. *counts* Damnit...
Trowa POV
***
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
"No..." Trowa stopped short, staring at the televsion screen.
"No. No, it can't be...Some mistake..." He had been walking down the street, passing by a
department store, when he caught a glimpse of what was on the display television's
screen.
"Impossible. Can't be..." He was slowly backing up, walking away from the glass window,
distancing himself from the images.
He was feeling his grip on reason being slowly lost in the mind numbing swirl of thoughts
coursing through him.
"No..."
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Colors blurring, he caught the sound of a phone ringing, somewhere in the back of his mind.
Suddenly, he was aware of the tears coursing down his face, as he watched, unable to tear
his eyes away from the picture on the screen.
//In recent news, a girl has been shot.//
"No..."
//The unidentified victim, Jane Doe #1, was found dumped behind a trash bin on Eighth and
Main,//
"No..."
He watched, horrified, as the camera came ruthlessly down for a closeup of her blonde hair,
tangled and matted with blood. The same blood that ran down from a bullet hole in her skull,
marring her perfect white skin.
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
The ringing louder, he began to shake as the world spun beneath his feet, the vision of her
dead body following him. Never going away.
"No..."
Next thing he knew he was running, running down the street, pushing away all who stopped
him from getting to the ends of the earth.
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
Screaming, words not coming out, his tears faling freely; he did not notice or care. He
stumbled past familer sights, they gave him no comfort as they melted away into the gray
mass that was taking over the background.
The noise grew louder.
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
"Midii..." His voice can out in a broken whisper, "Midii."
He fell to his knees, the world quickly dissolving around him, his hands splitting open on the
jagged shards of glass, protruding up out of the sidewalk.
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
He looked at his hands, raised them to eye level, and laughed. A hollow, dead laugh.
Slowly pulling a piece of glass; about two inches in length and stained a dark red, out of his
palm, he stared at it in wonder. Then, he raised it and drew a thin line down his arm.
He laughed again.
There was pain.
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's somthing left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
Slowly cutting marks down his arms, wrists and hands, the noise of ringing grew steadily
louder. It increased, until it was right next to him, a rushing of bells, chiming in key.
"Trowa Barton," There was a voice on the other end, "I've got bad news."
For you and me
For you and me
Trowa sat up in bed with a start. Quickly pushing off the remnats of the dream, he padded
into the kitchen, where a white phone was ringing off the hook.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tro," Duo's voice rose and cracked, "The news. It's bad."
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking