Disclaimer-I don't own it.
A/N-You guys have all got to read Alexandra Paige's 'If I live to see
tomorrow.' It is the saddest fan fiction I have ever read! ::cries:: I'm
using the characters from 'Found' and 'Tears of the Once Lost,' but this
has nothing to do with those stories.
I didn't know....
I guess I saw it too late...that flash. The pain...the regrets. I should have told them what I was really like. How much I'll miss everyone. I wander if they'll miss me because now I'm laying here with her beside me and I know I can't tell them what its like. I know because it would kill her. I looked up at Ace, his tears, and his grief...but why? I was leaving. That's all. Right?
"Ace...why ya cryin'? What happened?" He didn't answer. She was still beside me only now I could feel her shaking with sobs. "Sara, what happened?" She didn't answer me either. I don't know why they can't hear me!
"Why him? Why did have to be him?!" Sara screamed and wiped tears off her face. "Please don't Spot! No!"
"What are ya talkin bout? I didn't do nothin'!" I tried to reach for her but my body seemed numb. I tried again but to know effect. "I'm only goin ta Chicago for awhile baby! I'm comin' back!" Sara didn't say anything, but her tears told me she couldn't speak. "SARA! ACE! RACETRACK! Why is everyone cryin'?"
Racetrack had his head down, silent sobs raking his chest. "Dis ain't right! Why is dis happening?"
Ace pulled Sara away and Racetrack followed. They left me alone, lying on the floor of my lodging house. I was so clueless...it was sick. It was basically denial because I knew... "Am I dead?" I couldn't feel myself or think about anything. Why is this happening to me?
I know something happened but what, I can't decide. Whose death has caused such anguish? Was it Keith or Josh? Sara would be upset over them...they're her brothers. Maybe its her sister, Lucy? Or Jackie-boy? No, it couldn't possible be Jack. Ace wouldn't have been crying over Jack. Striker maybe...? No its not her either...Ace would've been worse than crying. Is it me? Am I causing the pain?
Thomas walked in sometime later, streaks on his face. He stared down at me and then...he spoke.
"I always thought you would get the better of Tiger Cortez but he beat you Conlon. He came in here and he beat you...The bulls are after him now and I hope they kill him like he did you."
"What are ya talkin' bout?" I asked. I'm not dead. I can't be dead! It's all an awful nightmare like the ones about my dad. Its all a bad dream, or so I thought. Then Thomas put that sheet over my head and I guess that's when it hit me, because I stood up and looked down...at my body that is. A stab in the heart...dead center. I never had a chance. I didn't remember a fight though. I looked out the window and there was my answer...it was nighttime. Tiger is to much of a coward to attack the fearless Brooklyn leader in daylight so he got me in my sleep. I wander what that was like for Sara? Sara...how much it must still hurt her.
Later
Now I remember standing over them smiling, while they stand over me crying. I never would have imagined seeing my own funeral...but that's what you get when you don't believe you're dead. You become something that's not of the mortal world and yet not of another world either, but their own species. I've watched Sara grow up and have her own kids with a man she met three years after me. I've watched her die and them have kids. I watched my brother suffer from tuberculosis until death two years after my own and the birth of his son to Striker Montgomery. It used to hurt but now its numb. There is one thing I wish for and it's the wish to have lived tomorrow.
A/N-I don't know what I think about this one. Its rather...disturbing and controversial in my mind. Hmmmmmm...........?
I didn't know....
I guess I saw it too late...that flash. The pain...the regrets. I should have told them what I was really like. How much I'll miss everyone. I wander if they'll miss me because now I'm laying here with her beside me and I know I can't tell them what its like. I know because it would kill her. I looked up at Ace, his tears, and his grief...but why? I was leaving. That's all. Right?
"Ace...why ya cryin'? What happened?" He didn't answer. She was still beside me only now I could feel her shaking with sobs. "Sara, what happened?" She didn't answer me either. I don't know why they can't hear me!
"Why him? Why did have to be him?!" Sara screamed and wiped tears off her face. "Please don't Spot! No!"
"What are ya talkin bout? I didn't do nothin'!" I tried to reach for her but my body seemed numb. I tried again but to know effect. "I'm only goin ta Chicago for awhile baby! I'm comin' back!" Sara didn't say anything, but her tears told me she couldn't speak. "SARA! ACE! RACETRACK! Why is everyone cryin'?"
Racetrack had his head down, silent sobs raking his chest. "Dis ain't right! Why is dis happening?"
Ace pulled Sara away and Racetrack followed. They left me alone, lying on the floor of my lodging house. I was so clueless...it was sick. It was basically denial because I knew... "Am I dead?" I couldn't feel myself or think about anything. Why is this happening to me?
I know something happened but what, I can't decide. Whose death has caused such anguish? Was it Keith or Josh? Sara would be upset over them...they're her brothers. Maybe its her sister, Lucy? Or Jackie-boy? No, it couldn't possible be Jack. Ace wouldn't have been crying over Jack. Striker maybe...? No its not her either...Ace would've been worse than crying. Is it me? Am I causing the pain?
Thomas walked in sometime later, streaks on his face. He stared down at me and then...he spoke.
"I always thought you would get the better of Tiger Cortez but he beat you Conlon. He came in here and he beat you...The bulls are after him now and I hope they kill him like he did you."
"What are ya talkin' bout?" I asked. I'm not dead. I can't be dead! It's all an awful nightmare like the ones about my dad. Its all a bad dream, or so I thought. Then Thomas put that sheet over my head and I guess that's when it hit me, because I stood up and looked down...at my body that is. A stab in the heart...dead center. I never had a chance. I didn't remember a fight though. I looked out the window and there was my answer...it was nighttime. Tiger is to much of a coward to attack the fearless Brooklyn leader in daylight so he got me in my sleep. I wander what that was like for Sara? Sara...how much it must still hurt her.
Later
Now I remember standing over them smiling, while they stand over me crying. I never would have imagined seeing my own funeral...but that's what you get when you don't believe you're dead. You become something that's not of the mortal world and yet not of another world either, but their own species. I've watched Sara grow up and have her own kids with a man she met three years after me. I've watched her die and them have kids. I watched my brother suffer from tuberculosis until death two years after my own and the birth of his son to Striker Montgomery. It used to hurt but now its numb. There is one thing I wish for and it's the wish to have lived tomorrow.
A/N-I don't know what I think about this one. Its rather...disturbing and controversial in my mind. Hmmmmmm...........?