A/N: This just came to me after listening to this song a few times and I wanted to write an OC story, so here it is. A songfic to "The River" by Missy Higgins. In loving memory of Foggy.
The River
She ran until her face was numb with cold and
Wore a cotton gown that blazed the night untold.
She ran until her feet refused to hold
So heavy a heart for someone merely sixteen years old.
And when she reached the river her knees began to shiver,
Her head with pounding voices from home.
Behind her was a vision, a painful apparition
Of a darker world that no-one should know.
Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
The river will keep this friend.
Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
No never again.
"Maybe you should stop thinking about yourself, Jimmy, and think about what's best for Marissa." Julie Cooper said coldly.
"You think her going to live with you is what's best for her?" Jimmy replied angrily, "Have you even bothered to talk to her and find out what she wants?"
"What does it matter what she wants, Jimmy? She's clearly unstable, she needs professional help!"
"How would you know what she needs?!" Jimmy exploded, "You never talk to her or spend anytime with her!"
Alone in her cold, bare bedroom Marissa took another swig of gin and winced, it tasted even worse than vodka, but it was all she could find.
She heard her parents fighting about her and drained the last of the bottle.
She heard her mother preaching about how she knew what was best for Marissa and threw the empty bottle against the wall as hard as she could, taking great pleasure in the loud smash as it shattered.
Then she knew what she wanted to do and she ran downstairs and out the back door.
Her parents continued to fight.
Marissa ran, stumbling and crying as she did, ignoring the stares of the people she passed.
She ran and ran until she reached the river. She paused on the bank, closed her eyes, and heard the angry voices of her parents echo in her mind.
Then she jumped.
She dived beneath the water's icy skin,
Hoping the cold would kill the smell of angry gin,
And her eyes grew wider than they'd ever been
Just wishing the numbness to cut deeper with its pins.
And as her body lay there she decided to stay there
Till darkness came to pull her away.
And beautifully she sank as up river was the bank
Where some bodiless troubles would stay.
Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
The river will keep this friend.
Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
No never again.
Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
The river will keep this friend.
Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
No never again.
A/N: My pet rabbit died tonight, only six years old. I love you Foggy and I'll never forget you.