Disclaimer- I don't own Newsies or any of the songs I use in this fic.
A/n: this is 'Someone to Die For' by Jimmy Gnecco & Brian May (It's from Spiderman2!)
Chapter 8: Someone to Die For
SpotI wake up and roll over. He's gone.
I sit up quickly and shout around the lodging house, in a voice that wakes every boy in the room. I'm cursing loudly and around me they're turning on the lights.
"Where the hell's Boots?" I shriek into the dead of the night, disturbed by my outburst.
No one answers, failing to meet my gaze in the process. I take a swing at one of them. "Don't lie to me you bastard! You know where he is! Where the hell is Boots? Where did he go?"
Oh crap, I can't do it. Not in front of my boys.
I'm going to start crying.
Something's telling me that Boots is gone for good. His pants aren't hanging on the end of his bed and his hat isn't on the bedpost. It's like he never was.
I have dreams now, and then he left. How could he do this to me? How could he give me hope and rip it away? He helped me, but that's nothing compared to what he ripped from my grasp. My life was reworked after he came, but I just went with it, that's the way I do things. I'd do anything for Boots, we were best friends.
Before you ended,
I had a will, but didn't know what it could do,
You were abandoned, and still you're handing out what you don't want to use.
You make me drop things,
Like all the plans I had for a life without you.
My boys are turning back over in their beds and switching off the lights, leaving Brooklyn in a disturbed, smooth blackness for now.
Dreams are what make life living. What's the point if there's no reality in those dreams? Life is over when dreams die.
Someone to die for,
Someone to fall into,
When the world goes dark.
Someone to die for,
Someone to tear a whole in this endless night
Someone…
Boots? What's the point? You know. You know everything. Come back and teach me about the dreams again, I'm still not sure I understand what you mean.
Like you
Everything's backwards.
Outside the window ay beckons like a set of claw-like hands, grasping at me. Pulling me towards them. I'm so, so weak, I can't fight them. Why should I? My dreams are slipping away first, I should follow and catch them, shouldn't I?
I'm drunk when sober,
The room is spinning,
You are what I hold onto
You're taking over,
I find that giving in is the best I can do
If I squint in the distance, maybe I'll catch a glimpse of him. Maybe a pathway of unrequited brilliance will show me where he is. But it won't.
Someone to die for,
Someone to fall into,
When the world goes dark.
Someone to die for,
Someone to tear a whole in this endless night
Someone…
Is that where Boots went? Chasing his dreams into the river until everything was as dark as this night without him and everything just ended. Boots is the epiphany of me.
Like you
Off of the lodging house is a large floor-to-ceiling window. It's what defines it from the Manhattan newsboy house. It's what makes it mine.
I thrust open the window and scream. I scream a string of nothingness until my throat hurts and my lungs feel as if they'll burst any second. Around me wind blows, sending condensation onto my face, soaking my shirt flat against my ribcage.
"I hope you die," I mutter into the storm, before curling up under the window and closing my eyes.
Sleep…
Someone to die for,
Someone to die for,
Someone to die…
Someone
Someone
Someone…
Boots, what was he to me exactly? A comrade? A friend?
I needed someone to be there for me, to stand by me and make me feel like they wanted to be around me, no matter how hot-headed and pathetic I was.
What I really wanted was…
Someone to die for,
Someone to fall into,
When the world goes dark.
Someone to die for,
Someone to tear a whole in this endless night
Someone…
Like you
End Chapter
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Shoutouts:
Coin- doesn't he though? It's his best…feature…?
C.M. Higgins- he was supposed to help him remember his dreams. This chapter was kinda about that.