Okay this is my first ever Constantine fic! Please take pity on me! Help is more then welcomed! Please enjoy! Read and Review! I don't own Constantine or any of the characters other then Cameo.
The Box
He could see it. It sat there on the shelf mocking him. He ran towards it quickly but the closer he got to it the farther it seemed to be. Until he had finally reached it.
He grabbed the edges of the of box. It was a lovely box, made of mahogany as symbols were carved into the wood colored gold. Small butterflies and vine like ribbons carved into the box intertwining.
The key to the box lay in the keyhole as he slowly began turning the small key. He opened the box lifting the lid as a bright light flashed blinding him. John crossed his arms across his eyes to block out the powerful light.
John gasped waking up, as sweat dripped down his forehead. Rubbing his hand across his damp forehead he shakily got out of bed and padded out of the bedroom into the bathroom.
The bathtub still lay in ruins but he had learned to ignore it. He liked showers better anyway. Leaning against the sink, he gripped the edges as his knuckles became white. He lifted his head to look at his reflection.
"God I look like shit….", he murmured as he let go of the sink and leaned his back against the tile wall as he slid to the floor. He couldn't even remember how many times in the middle of the night that dream had occurred.
And it always ended the same way. He was lifting the lid of the box then nothing. He would wake up shaking and sweaty murmuring crap.
To say the least he was really fucking annoyed about it. He came to realize that whatever was in that box it must have been important to keep repeating to him every night for over two weeks. He lay his head between his knee's breathing deeply.
What he wouldn't give for a cigarette at that moment. Well it felt like every moment to him but he made himself give up since he was given another chance from dying. He could at least try to remain smoke free.
John heard a knocking at his door as he lifted his head looking suspiciously as he got up. Walking towards the door, he stopped for one moment but then opened the door.
Angela Dobson stood their at his apartment door at 6:30 am in the morning holding a brown paper bag a small smile on her face. "I brought breakfast….."
John didn't say anything. He just turned around and walked towards the table pouring himself a shot of whiskey. "I don't think that's healthy John to be drinking alcohol this early in the morning", smirking dropping the bag on the table and sitting across from him.
"Well if my fucking lungs can be saved from smoking then I am more then positive they can save my liver from alcohol poisoning", he answered back sarcastically.
Angela only rolled her eyes and watched him as he day dreamed into his own world. She wondered what he thought about. Ever since she met John, she found him to be a real human being no matter how strange it might sound.
John felt and understood what many other people have. He might have experienced things that most people would never have but that never meant that he wasn't human. And deep down Angela felt sorry for him. It was his gift, and it was his curse.
He could help people and save their souls. But he was also caught in a world where he would be alone and never really have the life that other people had. Angela bet everything that he wanted to be like everyone else.
That he would want to wake up in the morning next to the woman he love, eat breakfast, kiss his children goodbye and go to work. Angela had a bit of trouble seeing John in front of small brick house, with a white picket fence, and a dog named buddy but she bet that if he could have a normal life he would sell his soul for it.
"What are you thinking about so hard?", as she was broken out of her daydreaming from John who was staring at her amusingly. "Nothing really…"
"So John…you have another nightmare?"
He stayed silent. Angela began wondering if she was going to have to coax it out of him to answer her. He stayed silent as he finished his drink.
He looked up from the murky glass to her face. "It all started with this girl……."
Yeah okay, I know this chapter was really short and really crappy but please, please, please tell me what you think. Should I keep writing or just stop?
