Chapter three, Fallen
1:00 pm Saturday June 7th
A/N: I am terribly sorry for the delay, I had a MAJOR writers block. But the good news is I got like, 3 chapters already written down but I am just too lazy to type them! Now on with the show!
Even though she tried and tried, Storm could not sleep. The humid air stuck to her skin as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
This is so bizarre, it's like I'm trapped in the most vivid dream!
Outside, the wind whipped around the trees, shaking free some of the clinging leaves. Slowly getting to her feet, Storm proceeded to walk out of her room. The long dark hallway had silence so loud; she didn't know if her surroundings were real. The darkness did not aid her in finding the bathroom; she had accidentally stumbled into a bedroom. Trunks did not stir as Storm curiously padded in.
He looks so peaceful… like he has always been happy. I wonder what his life must be like…
The awkwardness of the scene enveloped her. Storm suddenly felt uneasy staring at some half naked boy covered in only a sheet. She watched his breathing as his muscular chest moved up and down with each breath he took. Tears began to fall from her cheeks with out her knowledge.
No… she thought, knowing that once again, she was falling in love. Upon her realization, she quietly walked from his room, soundlessly closing the door behind her.
She saw the bathroom door ajar – right across from his room. There was only one thought in her mind as she searched for a razor, I mustn't love again!
Finding her salvation, she cut away the memories of her broken heart; letting the past ooze from her skin.
...you saw me mourning my love for you,
and touched my hand…
Trunks awoke with a start, no memory of a nightmare. 1:37, he saw, glancing at his clock. Thirst pulled him from his bed.
That's odd… He thought, the door's closed but the light is off…
He sensed Storm, and her blood. Wrenching open the door, he saw Storm, clutching her wrist, blood seeping from her fingers.
Tears stung her eyes as she whispered, "I cut too deep." Running over and kneeling, Trunks gently touched her hand questioningly. He wanted so badly to help her – take her hurt away.
…I knew you loved me then…
They both stood and Trunks took a gauze wrap from the medicine cabinet. Gently taking her arm, he wrapped her wrist, Storm flinching when he touched her. Glancing at her misshapen appearance in the mirror, all she saw was sadness and pain. She yearned to reach out and be held, but couldn't.
It would hurt too much… The tears came again, stinging her cheeks, falling gently on Trunks' arm. She turned away in embarrassment. His heart ached.
I feel so bad for her… What could possibly make her want to do this? When he finished dressing her wound, he did not let go of her arm. She looked down at his hands as they gently held her wrist. Her insides lurched as she pulled away.
No, I can't let this happen… not again.
He looked into her face.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" Her world collapsed around her as she sank to her knees. He rushed to help her but when she looked up at him; he stopped and knelt beside her.
"Please… I just want to help you." He gazed pleadingly at her
"I-I'm sorry!...I just can't…" Storm began to sob. He put his arms around her and held her tight. Storm did not resist, no matter how much her mind told her to. Her sobbing slowed to steady, harsh breathing and Trunks hesitantly let go, standing.
"I understand. Some other time then." Storm nodded and got to her feet. "See you in the morning."
Song: Taking over me By: Evanescence