I'm Gonna Fly
Summary: Lily has led a not so pretty life and now she can only think of one way out and that way is to Fly.
Rating: R for mature themes and language.
Warning: This has suicide and cutting as a very prominent theme. If that offends you, I am warning you now. And unless your in a really freaked up situation that I don't even want to know about, some one is not holding a gun to your head forcing you to read my story. And if so I am flattered that the gunman is forcing you to read my story instead of another.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowlings does. But if you feel like suing go ahead I will laugh my head off and see if there are any hotties in the court room. And the indifference part is actually from a speech by Elie Visel. I know I know I spelled it wrong but that's ok.
HEY EVERYBODY I GOT A CHALLENGE FOR MY READERS! I WANT TO SEE IF ANYONE CAN FIGURE IT OUT! THE LINES AT THE TOP OF THE PARAGRAPHS ARE FROM A SONG CALLED I'M GONNA FLY (HOW TOTALLY IRONIC!) NAME THE ARTIST AND MOVIE IT WAS WRITTEN FOR AND I'LL DEDICATE A CHAPTER TO YOU! Yeah I know not much of a prize but I would like to see who figures it out. (Inelligible: Ladybird2223, Niela, and Jennie. Sorry guys that's the way the cookie crumbles…)
Chapter Four
Chase the clouds from the ground in the big blue sky.
The wolf's jaws closed empty less than an inch from her face. He seemed to be suddenly held back, as if by air itself. But as all in life is, that was an illusion. He was suddenly jerked backwards and Lily couldn't help but feel disappointment. It was as if fate was tempting her, proving how cruel it could be showing no sympathy for the cruel hand it had dealt her.
The wolf was tossed back by a huge black dog, something that looked like an omen of death itself. Momentarily, Lily wished it was. The wolf hit the wall with a sickening cracking sound. He charged at her again but this time the dog intercepted. The both tried to go for the others throat. The wolf got in a good bite and managed to throw the dog off balance. It tried to lunge past it at the fourteen-year-old kneeling on the floor in shock of what she was seeing. The dog seemed to expect this though, and sank it's teeth into the wolfs leg. The wolf let out another tortured howl.
Lily stood, completely in awe of what she was seeing. It looked so human… So planned, as if they actually had the thought processes to try to stop it. It looked like a choreographed stage battle. Where everyone knew their parts and their rolls, how to effectively stop the other so no one got hurt. She watched completely mesmerized, as the dog seemed to be putting itself at risk to help her.
Now the battle seemed to take an unexpected turn, the wolf grabbed the dog by the throat and tossed him limply into the wall, where he slid to the floor and lie completely still. It's eyes seemed to focus on Lily as it took a few steps forward in her direction. It seemed to smirk, as if it was finally going to get something that it had been waiting for a long to do. But of course if anyone should be feeling that emotion, it was Lily.
It took two running jumps towards her, before something gracefully bounded in between. The stag only seemed to paw the bloody carpet, as if warning the wolf to back off or he would have to get ugly. The seemed to be frozen in the eternity of the moment, just looking deep into the other's eyes, daring them to start something. Lily was watching so intently that she didn't feel the tiny claws on her arm. So when she heard a squeaking coming from her left shoulder, she whipped her head in that direction. On her shoulder, sat a tiny rat with it's tiny claws digging into her.
Lily was surprised when the sound of a scream reached her ears, and it took her a moment to register it as her own. The noise seemed to startle the stag to. It jerked its head in her direction to see if she was all right. That was all the distraction that the wolf needed. With a snarl, it lunged at the creature standing between it and it's meal. He got it in the hind leg of the animal and sank it's teeth in deep. The stag reared up in pain and kicked the wolf in the head.
The wolf sank to the ground as she and the stag turned around. Horror registered on the creatures face as he saw her lift a shard of glass to her throat, intent on plunging it straight into her windpipe. And without revealing his secret, he was helpless to stop her. And what was worse was the girl had no idea of who her company was. One thought was on her mind, and that was making the clouds that darkened the horizon of her future go away.
Muwahahaha! Another Cliffie! I know I'm cruel but this should be the last one for a while if your good little readers and review… I know it's TERRIBLY short… but the next one should make up for it. Now for thanking you who reviewed…cessa – Welcome to my cult! But really Thank you I was starting to wonder if it was only certain people could see it cause I was seeing the same names over and over! NOT THAT I DON'T LOVE THEM EMENSLY FOR REVIEW EVERY TIME I WRITE A CHAPTER! It's great to have you abroad. Hold on to your hat, it's gonna be a bumpy ride. Oh and of course I had to scope out the new reviewer, I absolutely loved Perfect Illusions!
River Goddess – O,o You don't know how much sense that made… grin But as always thanx for tolerating my ramblings!
Jess S – Yes, all my stuff is original…I try to avoid the norm, ya know drowning in the prefects bathroom, and of course to overused Harry Potter Suicide Method Of The Century: Jumping out of the astronomy tower…though part of me just wants to do that because it would go with the title…sighs
starborn – Always good to hear from you, Starborn! And in the immortal words of Sirius and James in Somethings are better left unknown. "No human sacrificing!" "Sirius is right. It's not good for our image."
mysterious-angel – oooo! Another new victim! J/K…I think…Thanx for reviewing hope you will join my lil happy group of readers that review every chapter.
kitty – Not much better…But somewhere between chapter 6-8 there should be a turning point, if everything goes according to plan.
