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before. Any of the ones you have not heard of, BELONG to me.
Author's Note: Be nice (or not), this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
I haven't updated in ages and I only hope that people will still read this. I have been either working on my other stories and poems, or I have been reading. I have written another Alias fic in that time and you should cheek it out if you have the time, it's "A Gift Left Forgotten." Also I've posted a Harry Potter one, and updated one of my Buffy ones. And I'm working to get the others updated soon.
Sorry about the wait.. again, But you know I have this problem, that SAG hasn't updated "Once more with perfection" and I'm really mad. But I also have another problem that was mention in the last chapter's author note, that my JRA has been REALLY bad recently and it's like HELL!
So on with thy chapter!
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What do you do when you know that you are going to die, but you want nothing but to live? What do you do when all you knew in your life was a lie and all you want are answers that you will never receive? What do you do when everything about yourself is hated by the world and all you can do is pray?
My body was numb and the darkness of life flooded my vision. I saw no light, no life, no hope. There was pain all over and my body was puddle around blood. My heart had stopped, and my breath had been taken, yet some how I am still here.
Uncle Weiss brought me to the hospital, which is what I do know. Doctors and other people have been in and out like swarms of bees. Some people have sat by my bed; these people are people I have never heard before.
My thoughts quickly ceded when a new person walked into my room. I wanted to look at the new person, but my eyes wouldn't open. The woman wore perfume and high heels. It's so funny how you can tell what type of shoes someone is wearing by what it sounds like.
The woman sat on the chair by my bedside and I heard her start to cry. I wondered why she would cry for me when she didn't know me. Before in my life all I had ever wanted was to be loved and wanted, yet no one let me be either. But this woman, that I had never laid eyes on, was crying because I was nearly dead.
"Come on baby, you need to wake up," Her voice was so soft, and yet so potent. Her words were filled with such love, and I wondered if someone could really share such deep feelings.
My eyes would not open, my voice would not come, my body just laid there stiff and frozen. I didn't want to die; I want to live! 'Please God let me LIVE!' I had never before prayed to God on my own. I had been of the Catholic religion, as well as Jewish, and Lutheran. Yet I have never believed that God existed. How could he? To many people in this world die each day, to many people bare the pain no human should. No I never thought God existed, until now.
"Gabrielle, please wake up. I need you to live, I need you," The woman's tear fell on my cheek. A feeling that I had never felt before rose and it burned in my heart. I never thought it was real, how could it be? I thought it had all been a lie. A lie that had confused so many people. Yet now the feeling was real. Love was real.
More tears fell on my face, and I ate them up for each drop held so much love. I wanted to comfort the woman; she shouldn't cry for me, I'm all right. But I wanted to feel that comforting feeling of being wanted by someone. In my heart I begged this woman to cry and cry, so I would feel her adore.
"Gabrielle Liv Vaughn, you can make it, you can do anything. You're strong." My face was wet with salty tears. And I wanted to reach up and comfort this woman. "You're so much stronger than me."
Never in my life had there been this much emotion. It was something I couldn't understand yet I loved it all the same. I had blocked out all feelings in my life. There was no pain, no fear, no love, no hate, there was nothing. Until this moment I had no clue what these things actually were, and now I wish I had felt these things before.
"I am so sorry baby, please forgive me," The sobs came louder and the tears fell faster, and the woman did nothing to dry them. I wanted to know why this woman would ask me for her forgiveness, when I didn't even know her.
It was at this moment that I registered something she had said earlier. It had been my name, my real name. I've had so many different names, and I had never had one to call my own. The name was so sweet and I loved it. It was more than just when Uncle Weiss said, it had a last name as well, and on my insides I smiled. My name was Gabrielle Liv Vaughn.
My joy and happiness flooded through my body. It was another feeling I so rarely felt. Being happy was so enjoyable and I don't know why one would want to destroy it for someone like that one boy did for me. Yet I thank him so much, because if I weren't shot I wouldn't be here, and even if I die I will be happy because I have felt love and happiness, such things never existed before in my life.
My straight and emotionless lips turned upwards into a smile. And I knew if right now I died I wouldn't really care, and though I was so young, I had felt more than an 80 year old who was lying on his death bed right at this same moment.
Then I heard footsteps enter the room. And I instantly recognized Uncle Weiss's squeaky tennis shoes. I was complete, right now; I didn't need anything else. I knew people loved and wanted me, which is all I have ever wanted and now I knew some people did. This woman did and so did Uncle Weiss. Yet even though I knew I was about to die, something in my heart kept saying, 'Not Yet.'
"Syd, we got to go." Syd apparently knew Uncle Weiss and got up and wiped my face dry. She kissed my forehead and then she left my room. Uncle Weiss followed the woman. And I knew I didn't want to die. But I also knew that I could not change my fate, whatever it wanted, it would happen.
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Author's Note: How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
Now for a little bit of hyperness! Lalalalalala!!!!!! So how has everyone been??? Hopefully no one died because of unanswered reasons for not updating their stories! *Sifts eyes evilly! * Whahahaha I'm hyper! Well I'll leave you to update, *nudge, nudge, wink, wink! *
SO REVIEW NOW.
Author's Note: Be nice (or not), this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
I haven't updated in ages and I only hope that people will still read this. I have been either working on my other stories and poems, or I have been reading. I have written another Alias fic in that time and you should cheek it out if you have the time, it's "A Gift Left Forgotten." Also I've posted a Harry Potter one, and updated one of my Buffy ones. And I'm working to get the others updated soon.
Sorry about the wait.. again, But you know I have this problem, that SAG hasn't updated "Once more with perfection" and I'm really mad. But I also have another problem that was mention in the last chapter's author note, that my JRA has been REALLY bad recently and it's like HELL!
So on with thy chapter!
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What do you do when you know that you are going to die, but you want nothing but to live? What do you do when all you knew in your life was a lie and all you want are answers that you will never receive? What do you do when everything about yourself is hated by the world and all you can do is pray?
My body was numb and the darkness of life flooded my vision. I saw no light, no life, no hope. There was pain all over and my body was puddle around blood. My heart had stopped, and my breath had been taken, yet some how I am still here.
Uncle Weiss brought me to the hospital, which is what I do know. Doctors and other people have been in and out like swarms of bees. Some people have sat by my bed; these people are people I have never heard before.
My thoughts quickly ceded when a new person walked into my room. I wanted to look at the new person, but my eyes wouldn't open. The woman wore perfume and high heels. It's so funny how you can tell what type of shoes someone is wearing by what it sounds like.
The woman sat on the chair by my bedside and I heard her start to cry. I wondered why she would cry for me when she didn't know me. Before in my life all I had ever wanted was to be loved and wanted, yet no one let me be either. But this woman, that I had never laid eyes on, was crying because I was nearly dead.
"Come on baby, you need to wake up," Her voice was so soft, and yet so potent. Her words were filled with such love, and I wondered if someone could really share such deep feelings.
My eyes would not open, my voice would not come, my body just laid there stiff and frozen. I didn't want to die; I want to live! 'Please God let me LIVE!' I had never before prayed to God on my own. I had been of the Catholic religion, as well as Jewish, and Lutheran. Yet I have never believed that God existed. How could he? To many people in this world die each day, to many people bare the pain no human should. No I never thought God existed, until now.
"Gabrielle, please wake up. I need you to live, I need you," The woman's tear fell on my cheek. A feeling that I had never felt before rose and it burned in my heart. I never thought it was real, how could it be? I thought it had all been a lie. A lie that had confused so many people. Yet now the feeling was real. Love was real.
More tears fell on my face, and I ate them up for each drop held so much love. I wanted to comfort the woman; she shouldn't cry for me, I'm all right. But I wanted to feel that comforting feeling of being wanted by someone. In my heart I begged this woman to cry and cry, so I would feel her adore.
"Gabrielle Liv Vaughn, you can make it, you can do anything. You're strong." My face was wet with salty tears. And I wanted to reach up and comfort this woman. "You're so much stronger than me."
Never in my life had there been this much emotion. It was something I couldn't understand yet I loved it all the same. I had blocked out all feelings in my life. There was no pain, no fear, no love, no hate, there was nothing. Until this moment I had no clue what these things actually were, and now I wish I had felt these things before.
"I am so sorry baby, please forgive me," The sobs came louder and the tears fell faster, and the woman did nothing to dry them. I wanted to know why this woman would ask me for her forgiveness, when I didn't even know her.
It was at this moment that I registered something she had said earlier. It had been my name, my real name. I've had so many different names, and I had never had one to call my own. The name was so sweet and I loved it. It was more than just when Uncle Weiss said, it had a last name as well, and on my insides I smiled. My name was Gabrielle Liv Vaughn.
My joy and happiness flooded through my body. It was another feeling I so rarely felt. Being happy was so enjoyable and I don't know why one would want to destroy it for someone like that one boy did for me. Yet I thank him so much, because if I weren't shot I wouldn't be here, and even if I die I will be happy because I have felt love and happiness, such things never existed before in my life.
My straight and emotionless lips turned upwards into a smile. And I knew if right now I died I wouldn't really care, and though I was so young, I had felt more than an 80 year old who was lying on his death bed right at this same moment.
Then I heard footsteps enter the room. And I instantly recognized Uncle Weiss's squeaky tennis shoes. I was complete, right now; I didn't need anything else. I knew people loved and wanted me, which is all I have ever wanted and now I knew some people did. This woman did and so did Uncle Weiss. Yet even though I knew I was about to die, something in my heart kept saying, 'Not Yet.'
"Syd, we got to go." Syd apparently knew Uncle Weiss and got up and wiped my face dry. She kissed my forehead and then she left my room. Uncle Weiss followed the woman. And I knew I didn't want to die. But I also knew that I could not change my fate, whatever it wanted, it would happen.
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Author's Note: How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
Now for a little bit of hyperness! Lalalalalala!!!!!! So how has everyone been??? Hopefully no one died because of unanswered reasons for not updating their stories! *Sifts eyes evilly! * Whahahaha I'm hyper! Well I'll leave you to update, *nudge, nudge, wink, wink! *
SO REVIEW NOW.