Bridging the Void
Sequel to When Worlds Collide
Note: This is the sequel to my very first fanfic, When Worlds Collide. In order to really understand this story, I would suggest reading the first one before this. However, go ahead if you don't wanna, 'cause it's not my business. Hope ya like it!
Intro (yes, you need to read this!)
It had been three years since the trip that changed our lives, and Steph and I had grown apart. Although she was quick enough to forgive her BFF for the little Seto incident, therein lay a seed of doubt planted within the both of us. I was afraid that she would never trust me again as she once had, and she feared another "betrayal" by the only one who really knew her.
As time went on, Steph and I fell into a simple pattern, calling one another on Saturdays to talk about our beloved show and nothing else. But fate was not to be kind enough to allow that to remain.
We, now no longer girls of 14 but young women of 16, and not so sweet, had at last outgrown our show and in doing so lost our most common bond. Later that year, Steph fell hard, very hard, for a young man named Chris, whom she had always been a tad bit sweet on. Her life revolved around him, and only him, and I was pushed out. She asked me once, to go on a double date with the two of them, but I had never been on a date after the fated one with Seto, and I didn't plan on ever getting out there again, into the world of love. My heart still belonged to a man of another world, and still I wore his token around my neck; it hadn't ever been taken off since the day he gave it to me.
And with those events, I lost my best friend, and I lost the second firmest dream in my life; falling in love and getting married. But still I held on to the most outstanding dream in my life, and at only seventeen years of age, I had published ten award winning novels. I was an author, and I was as shattered inside as a glass vase thrown off the Eiffel Tower.
However, fate, a beloved intervener in the lives of those who believe, came to see fit that Steph and I were brought together again, and that the shards of our hearts, too, were put into a rightful place once more.
Chapter One: The Lost Ways
And so it all began, on a Friday in the summer of my seventeenth year. I was, as usual, laying on my bed with loud music, my laptop, and a diet sprite to keep me company. As it happened, I was writing the third companion to my debut novel, Silema. This was terribly sad work, as it was about one doomed to loneliness, not unlike I believed myself to be. My hand went up to touch the necklace that was so a part of me as I wrote on, trying to find clarity in the darkness of my life.
The room no longer fit me. I had long become separate from the happiness and love that radiated from its walls. The storm outside, however, with its lightning and hard rain, reflected my mood quite well.
My sprite can was empty, and I stood to get another, stepping on the remote as I did so. The TV turned on, showing the face of none other than Seto Kaiba, in his repeated duel against Joey.
A tear escaped me, before I could reclaim the cold that I had become. That face⦠oh how I wanted to see that face again.
I pressed down hard on the power button and reached automatically towards the phone. Even now, after our friendship had been dead for so many months, I found myself wanting to hit the speed dial number 1 and talk to her about my heartache. I needed my best friend to see me through the pain of such a loss as the one that I loved. But she was not there.
The fridge had more than just diet sprite in it. There was also a very large, guilty tub of ice cream which I allowed myself a few bites of sometimes to silence my heart and return to the emptiness that was my comfort. Bur mostly, I was as stone, silent and unfeeling.
Lighting crashed through the sky, illuminating my reflection in the glass. What I saw was a broken girl, thin as a wraith and staring out at the world through eyes ringed in black. This was mostly dark circles from lack of sleep, but I supposed that there may also have been some dried mascara from my crying of last month. Now, though, I did not allow myself the luxury of tears. Without tears, there wasn't pain.
I heard a thump, and jumped about a foot. Who was there at this hour? My parents were asleep and that was not a familiar thump. That was the sound of an intruder.
Hands searching in the dark, I found my softball bat, cold and reassuring in the stillness. It had been a long time since I had felt up to sports, but I still sometimes drove out to the cages and hit a few out of the park for old time sake. It was my game, after all, the one I loved more than almost anything else.
I crept up the stairs, brandishing the blue bat like a sword. Another sound came and I realized that it was coming from my room. I flicked on the lights and gasped. There, on the cold hardwood floor, were two figures that I had never believed I would see in that room.
End note: I know its sort ofa cliffhanger, but I have to know if you like it or not before I go on. Review and tell me what you think, and Chapter two will be here in aflash!
Yours Truly,
Writergirl 118
