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sit here clutching useless lists
and keys for doors that don't
exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Just show me what it means to me in this world
Clark
honestly didn't know what he was going to do. He wanted to be with
Lana, as much as she did, probably more. Lana had a good argument. It
could never happen. Didn't him knowing give him a great advantage and
winning the fight over evil? Since he knew Lionel was evil and he no
longer loved him, at least not like he had before, how could he be so
loyal? And wasn't that the key in changing him into the horrible
person he had seen in the future?
Clark didn't know if Lana was
right, or if he just wanted to believe her. It's all so confusing.
Clark wished he could step out of his body and get a good look at the
situation from a neutral point of view, without all his emotions.
Because for all he knew, he was being blinded with emotion, either
for the good or bad, he didn't know.
I see the parts but
not the whole
I study saints and scholars both
No perfect
plan unfurls
Do I trust my heart or just my mind
Why is truth
so hard to find in this world
Yeah in this world
It's
so hard when you are thinking about forever. The one thing that
became increasingly clearer threw everything was, how much he loved
Lana.
Far beyond anything he could say or even comprehend, there
lies the bond he shared with Lana.
You don't just give something
like that up; people searched their whole lives for something like
that, and they tap in and get 10% of it, and it's so good, they think
they had it all, and they can die happy, because they never new
anything better.
But you can't be happy with 10% when you had it
all. Clark could lie to himself, but he knew, neither him nor Lana
would ever get over each other or love anyone more. Sure, they could
find the person they loved 2nd most, and try and be happy, but we all
know that just because you try, doesn't mean it works.
So in
Clark's mind, he already knew he would be with Lana, he'd kiss he the
next time he saw her, and every other time after that. Because he
couldn't fight it anymore, and he didn't want to.
He still needed
more assurance that he wouldn't treat her like shit years from now.
So he sat there, in the mansion, trying to think of a way to really
prevent it, or at least ease his mind enough, so he could see Lana
again. The answer just came to him, literally, as Lionel entered the
room.
I know that there's a point I've missed
A shrine
or stone I haven't kissed
A scar that never graced my wrist
A
mirror that hasn't met my fist
But I can't help feeling that I'm
Due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare
straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
Neither
of them had said a word about the fight, and they didn't plan to.
That was just the Luther way. Clark succeeded in avoiding him, until
now.
Clark had never been threw this type of thing, and he didn't
know how you were supposed to act. He wished Lex was there, because
for some reason, he knew Lex would have known what to do. That he had
been threw more than his share of it.
"Clark." Lionel
said, stopping Clark as he began to get up and leave.
"What."
Clark found he couldn't hide his anger, like before.
"I'm
sending you to New York." Lionel informed him.
"Why?"
Clark sensed it was more that just a party he had to attend.
"There
is a boarding school there, and I enrolled you. You start next week."
Lionel had a malicious smirk mixed in with a look of revenge.
"I'm
not going to boarding school." Clark said bitterly. Clark didn't
know if Lionel had told this to him before he talked to Lana, if he
would have even objected. But now he had Lana again, and he wanted to
stay. Clark guessed he probably would have protested anyways, just
because Lionel was doing it to hurt him.
"You are."
Lionel said, knowing his power.
"No, I'm not." Clark
tried to sound powerful too.
"You forced me to do this,
Clark. Your behavior lately is in dire need of correction."
Lionel gave his reason.
"You can't make me." Clark
mentally kicked himself, for sounding so juvenile. But he couldn't
help it, he felt like he was 5 again, only weaker because he didn't
even have any of his abilities.
Lionel laughed, "Have your
things ready by Friday." He started to leave, but turned around
in the doorway, "And Clark, I wouldn't try running away, because
I've already had all your credit cards cut off, and the staff has all
been informed of your situation." He chuckled again before
leaving.
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"Clark,
what's wrong? I got your message." Lex walked into Clark's room,
"You sounded upset."
Another night again
Another
journey without friends
Another fight to wish away the loneliness
I live
Another circus show
Another face that I don't
know
Another night of people asking what I have to give
Thought
that I would drown
But it's okay right now
"Dad's
shipping me off to some private school in New York." Clark
sounded desperate for help.
Lex couldn't help but feel overwhelmed
with memories of experiences just like this one, only he was the one
being sent away. He especially remembered the first time it happened,
1 month after his mother died. He remembered it as the saddest day of
his life, even more painful than the day Lillian died, because it
felt like Lionel was completely severing him from the family, from
Clark, the only one who really loved him anymore. Even though Lionel
didn't love him, Lex did, so it hurt him so much more. It was the day
all his hopes that Lionel did love him, were shattered. He was just a
kid then, barely 14, and he couldn't fight back, he didn't even know
how. But he was a grown man now, and he sure as hell wasn't going to
let Lionel hurt Clark, like he had him.
"Clark, don't worry.
I won't let him." Lex told his little brother.
Clark
immediately felt better having his brother as back-up, "I don't
think it's going to be easy. He's really determined."
No
one knows the way I feel
The part of me I have to fight
Buried
somewhere deep beneath my skin
An emptiness in me had faded
I
can see my life is waiting
Now I know I'm living for who I am
Now
I know I'm living for who I am
"Clark, don't worry.
Just stay away from him until I can work something out. When is he
planning to have you leave?" Lex asked.
"Friday."
Clark's eyes flashed with urgency.
"Friday..." Lex
didn't like that. He only had 3 days to counter act something Lionel
had most likely been planning for weeks.
"I know." Clark
sensed Lex's concern.
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The fire grows inside
The feeling cannot be denied
When everywhere I go
The signs guide, they push me
He reached his locker and opened it, just leaning inside, trying to clear his head, trying to relax, he squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he saw a small box with a ribbon on it, on top of a card.
Clark opened the card first.
Clark,
Happy 17th Birthday.
You deserve a great one.
Love,
Lana
It was a simple birthday card. Clark had completely forgotten it was his birthday, yet somehow Lana remembered. Clark couldn't help but smile. He picked up the box, and started to open it when he felt a hand on his back, and he jumped.
All has fallen down
But it's okay right now
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." It was a girl Clark had never seen before. He gave her a look that said 'What?'
"Oh, um... I'm supposed to give you this." She handed him an envelope. He slipped the box from Lana into his book bag, and opened the envelope.
Clark rolled his eyes when he saw it was just to tell him he was nominated for 'King' in the spring formal. He couldn't care less. He didn't even know if he was going to be here then.
And Everything seems gray
And everyone is fake
No one really knows you
Look into their eyes
Rip off your disguise
Let them see the real you
Clark heard a bell ring. He was so out of it, he had no clue what it was for. 1st period? Lunch? He found a clock that did indeed confirm it was signaling the end of lunch. How long had he been standing at his locker?
Clark didn't care enough to find out, and he headed off to his next class.
He somehow managed to be 10 minutes late, as he quietly opened the door to his History class, and slipped inside. The teacher just rolled his eyes at him. No one ever scolded him for being late or gave him detention.
Clark walked to the back of the room, were his usual seat was unoccupied. His eyes locked with Lana's. She starred at him from the front of the classroom, with fear. Clark knew she was afraid he would continue to ignore her, like he had been the past month. He flashed her a huge smile, as he sat down.
Lana's eyes lit up, and she smiled herself, she couldn't have stopped the smile that covered her face, even if she wanted to. She quickly turned around, still smiling to herself. But she couldn't resist it, so she immediately turned around to look at Clark again. Once she saw he was still smiling at her, she could finally turn around.
Clark spent the entire class starring at Lana.
10 minutes before class was actually dismissed, Lana turned around as she heard the door open and saw Clark slip out. Naturally the teacher didn't say anything.
Lana felt someone tap her on the shoulder, so she turned around. The guy behind her handed her a note.
She turned around and opened it, and read it.
Lana,
I love you, and we are going to be together, but I have to do something first.
Clark
That made Lana feel better and nervous at the same time. Where was Clark going?
"Can I go to the bathroom?" Lana asked sweetly.
"Yes." The teacher excused her, before continuing on with her speech.
Lana grabbed her book bag and quickly exited the classroom, just in time to see Clark exit the school threw the back entrance, so she followed him.
By the time Lana opened the back door, she heard arguing.
"Ah, let go!" Clark shouted, as a large man grabbed him from behind, while a second one approached him.
"Mr. Luther, calm down. We are just following orders by your father." The one in charge said.
Clark struggled to get out of the man's grasp, but couldn't, "Get off me!"
"I'm sorry, but you aren't allowed to leave. We were instructed to bring you to Lionel immediately if you tried to go anywhere out of the ordinary." He explained. Clark had no idea why they were explaining it to him; he knew, but he wasn't going to be shipped off a few days earlier. That is undoubtedly what Lionel would do if Clark tried anything, which apparently skipping out of school, was.
Lana could hear what they were saying, but didn't know what was really going on, but it looked like Clark was in trouble.
"Ah." Clark groaned, as the man holding him from behind, pressed into a sore spot in his back.
"Clark." Lana shouted, not knowing what to do.
All 3 looked over to Lana. It was exactly what Clark needed as he used the distraction to slip out of the man's grasp, and he started to run.
Both men darted after Clark, on the dusty path. They quickly caught up to him, and the first man tackled Clark, and Clark fell hard. The man pinned Clark to the ground. Clark fought back, and managed to knock the man off of him. But no sooner had he gotten back on his feet, he felt someone grab him around the neck, from behind and start to choke him. Clark tried to grab at the arm, with his hands, trying to loosen the grip, as he felt a needle stab into his neck.
No one knows the way I feel
The part of me I have to fight
Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin
An emptiness in me has faded
I can see my life is waiting
Now I know I'm living for who I am
Now I know I'm living for who I am
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Song lyrics by Smile Empty Soul "Who I am." And Thrice "Stare at the Sun" Please R&R
Do you consider that happy Clana?
LOL, well sorry