TITLE: Escape
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: eternity4ever218@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
TIMELINE: S6 S3
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Some Angst, but happy ending, and thanks for all the great feedback!
FEEDBACK: Please, it would encourage me to on keep posting
RATING: Some cursing, nothing that bad Part 2
I feel something, a cold something. My stomach feels like it is going to explode, and my throat is so sore. I feel something go through my body and up to my brain, telling it to wake up. OhGodOhGodOhGod, I keep thinking. My voice starts to come back to me. I feel my brain take control. Cough, it yells at me. Slowly, so very slowly, my mind and body figure it should wake up.
Out it came, so much. All my food and pills, like nothing I've have ever seen before. Maybe I'm so scared because it is my throw up, my barf, my disgust, my will. And my head sort of sounds like a church going OhGodOhGodOhGod, just without a tune.
My eyes our still closed because it's black and that's how I want it to be. I wouldn't mind being blind, black forever. Not so bad. But I know I have to open my eyes, because I feel someone holding me and calling my name and telling me to breath. And I don't want to want to open my eyes because I am scared of who found me. Bit by bit I open them and I found my eyes on a shower spray. And I close my eyes quickly and the person gently swipes the water from my eyes. Oh God. Please don't be.
"Buffy. Open you eyes for me. Please," He begs gently.
Oh God. Why him? Why not Spike? I open my eyes and stare at his shirt, soaking like an ocean. I look up and see him looking at me with his brown, chocolate eyes. I feel like I am drowning, just not in water.
He strokes my hair tenderly, "Hey," he says.
And I look at him and swear I see wings, beautiful, white wings. I look at him, why did he save me? He doesn't love me, doesn't care for me. So why couldn't I just shrivel up and die without looking into his eyes one more time. But god. I am crazy. I know he doesn't love me. I know he just saved me because it's his job. But deep down in my heart, I still love him. I love him with everything in my heart. And the only reason I didn't try to die earlier was because I didn't want to disappoint Angel. But now. He picks me up and wraps me in a white fluffy towel. I never noticed how fluffy our towels were. He carries me and puts me on my bed and wraps me around in a blanket. He leaves for a second and I have to force myself not to whimper. You have no right to. You don't belong to him. He comes back in with a warm glass of chocolate milk and I look at the glass and I feel like throwing up all over again. He puts it gently on the nightstand and comes onto the bed and wraps himself around me. Angel, the very Greek- god is holding me. Holds me closely like he is scared I'm not going to be their when he wakes up. I take advantage of the situation, cuddling into his arms. And I'm so happy when he welcomes it, holding me more to him. He kisses my hair and starts whispering to me in Gaelic. I fall asleep in his arms, happy for maybe the first time in years. I fall into a black dreamless sleep, but still very happy.
AN: The chapters will get longer but 2 and 3 are pretty short. Feedback Please!!
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: eternity4ever218@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
TIMELINE: S6 S3
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Some Angst, but happy ending, and thanks for all the great feedback!
FEEDBACK: Please, it would encourage me to on keep posting
RATING: Some cursing, nothing that bad Part 2
I feel something, a cold something. My stomach feels like it is going to explode, and my throat is so sore. I feel something go through my body and up to my brain, telling it to wake up. OhGodOhGodOhGod, I keep thinking. My voice starts to come back to me. I feel my brain take control. Cough, it yells at me. Slowly, so very slowly, my mind and body figure it should wake up.
Out it came, so much. All my food and pills, like nothing I've have ever seen before. Maybe I'm so scared because it is my throw up, my barf, my disgust, my will. And my head sort of sounds like a church going OhGodOhGodOhGod, just without a tune.
My eyes our still closed because it's black and that's how I want it to be. I wouldn't mind being blind, black forever. Not so bad. But I know I have to open my eyes, because I feel someone holding me and calling my name and telling me to breath. And I don't want to want to open my eyes because I am scared of who found me. Bit by bit I open them and I found my eyes on a shower spray. And I close my eyes quickly and the person gently swipes the water from my eyes. Oh God. Please don't be.
"Buffy. Open you eyes for me. Please," He begs gently.
Oh God. Why him? Why not Spike? I open my eyes and stare at his shirt, soaking like an ocean. I look up and see him looking at me with his brown, chocolate eyes. I feel like I am drowning, just not in water.
He strokes my hair tenderly, "Hey," he says.
And I look at him and swear I see wings, beautiful, white wings. I look at him, why did he save me? He doesn't love me, doesn't care for me. So why couldn't I just shrivel up and die without looking into his eyes one more time. But god. I am crazy. I know he doesn't love me. I know he just saved me because it's his job. But deep down in my heart, I still love him. I love him with everything in my heart. And the only reason I didn't try to die earlier was because I didn't want to disappoint Angel. But now. He picks me up and wraps me in a white fluffy towel. I never noticed how fluffy our towels were. He carries me and puts me on my bed and wraps me around in a blanket. He leaves for a second and I have to force myself not to whimper. You have no right to. You don't belong to him. He comes back in with a warm glass of chocolate milk and I look at the glass and I feel like throwing up all over again. He puts it gently on the nightstand and comes onto the bed and wraps himself around me. Angel, the very Greek- god is holding me. Holds me closely like he is scared I'm not going to be their when he wakes up. I take advantage of the situation, cuddling into his arms. And I'm so happy when he welcomes it, holding me more to him. He kisses my hair and starts whispering to me in Gaelic. I fall asleep in his arms, happy for maybe the first time in years. I fall into a black dreamless sleep, but still very happy.
AN: The chapters will get longer but 2 and 3 are pretty short. Feedback Please!!