Hello, everyone! Thanks to all who are reviewing Let Me Let Go, and to those who are (still!) reviewing Love at First Sight. You guys rock!!!!
Now, on to business here. Yes, this is another fic I'm starting. No, I don't need this right now. Yes, I needed to write it. No, I am not going through any of the experiences I put Monica (and others) through in this fic. (Thank God).
I think this will be a teen fic. Actually, I'm positive it will be, as you will soon see that some of the events relate to them when they are teens. ;) Also, I may be dealing with some weighty (no pun intended...seriously ;)) issues here, so let's all make sure we're comfortable with the storyline. You'll soon see...
This is also the prologue. If I get enough reviews letting me know to continue, then I will. If not, well, we'll forget about this fic just like we have some others. ;) Also, this is actually a bit like another fic I wrote eons ago: Second Best, except it's MUCH more angsty and serious. And Second Best sucked, which I'm hoping this one won't. ;) So, therefore, I plan to delete Second Best...soon. I don't like writing in script form, when there's so much you can do with words! :)
So, let's get on to the fic, shall we? The prologue takes place AFTER most of the story, but several VERY important events will occur AFTER the prologue. Actually, therein lies the climax of the fic. ;)
I hope to be able to update this as best I can. Any of you who know me know that I am a busy person, but writing is awesome, and I love to do it when I can. But since summer is coming up (OMG, I'm gonna be a SOPHMORE!...how scary is that?) I will have more time to write. Especially since I wasn't accepted in summer school when I need another P.E. credit to eventually graduate high school. (Screw those bastards who wouldn't let me in Advanced Strength training!:))
Ok, now I'm rambling, and to any of you who are still reading this, let me tell you that you're extremely cool people! :) (Guess who's really bored w/o Friends-Boards?!?!)
Alright...read this...lol...
It frightens her when the little girl cries.
For hours on end, she sobs. Unable to hold in her suppressed pain any longer, she pours her little heart out.
Her cries make it sound as if she were dying. The sheer sound of her screams shoulder pain equal to the impact of tender flesh being torn from a body, and then having the remnants of the soul being bathed in the likes of sour acid.
Except, when she heard the little girl scream, Monica Geller was consumed with immense feelings of guilt and betrayal that were heavier than the weight of the world.
Why? Because it was she that did this to the young girl.
Monica lay back on the bed in the room of shadows. The room wasn't hers, and neither were the shadows.
But the demons were. She couldn't close her eyes without confronting them. They came to her in bags of various sorts, and always the bags would open...releasing her relentless enemy.
Food.
Sandwiches and ice cream bars...carrots and potato chips. The type didn't matter, but their message did. And it was always the same.
"Feed the little girl," they would chant. "She's dying..."
Come rain or sunshine, the demons of the dreams always bore the unchanged message.
Monica would wake to find herself in cold sweats.
She wanted so much...
She wanted him to love her then...she wanted him to love her now...
But who could love someone twice their size? And who could love a monster with a frail body and gaunt, sunken cheeks? A monster that was starving a little girl...
So she formulated a plan. A plan so immaculate and so perfect that it could almost fool her toughest critic.
Herself.
She thought that she had passed the test, but apparently class was still in session. And now more than just love was at stake.
Her life was.
Monica rolled over on the creaky bed and wondered why she had put herself, and the little girl inside her, through so much pain. In her heart, she knew the answer. But the little girl didn't know.
Shaking, she lifted her barely recognizable hand to her face and wiped away a tear that was slinking slowly down her small slope of cheek.
She wished she could tell the little girl that she was sorry, but it was too late.
When her spirit broke free from her own personal Hell, Monica realized the sad truth in it all.
The little girl had died long ago.
Oh, and for those of you who may be confused about the "little girl", she's not pregnant, but I'm referring to the little girl that is inside her...her spirit. :) Yeah, she killed it. But will she ever get it back? Who knows...I don't...
And, yes, this fic deals with anorexia. Just for anyone who's still confused. (Hey, I've been there. I didn't know what AU stood for for the longest time.)
Next chapter, I promise more dialogue and stuff...it'll probably be longer, too. And, this will be slightly AU in some parts...I think. I haven't made up my mind quite yet.
I have finals next week, so wish me luck, and don't be alarmed if I don't update in a while because I'm going on vacation. But I WILL write, don't worry. I have a nineteen hour bus ride coming my way. Splendid. ;)
I realize that my A/N are kinda long here...but bear with me, I'm bored and grounded. To any of my F-B buddies, I miss you guys! :(
Ok, I'm leaving...lol...please review, whether good, bad, or just your name and a smilie face. :)
Mel