A/N: Hello. here is a repost of my story I'm already ready. it got deleted a while back and i am reposting it. -
DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN ANY ANGEL CHARACTERS OR THE SONG "READY" BY THE STARTING LINE.
please enjoy
I've been waiting for good news
Words to continue singing these one
Conner got up his courage to do it. He knew EXACTLY what he was going to say. He didn't know the out come. The boy didn't care. He was smart enough to know by now the anything could happen. Being the son of two vampires and kidnapped and raised in some sort of hell dimension, yeah. He's seen a lot.
How beautiful Conner had grown up to be. His beautiful blue eyes were strong and yet there was so much pain. So much suffering. He never showed it. Only to Cordy who was gone. His body was well toned from years of fighting. If he had gone to school here on earth he would have probably have a girl friend by now. No. He didn't. He was in so much pain. You tell by the way he spoke to his own father, by the way he stood, by the way he only wore long sleeves in the hot LA summer, and by way the he would never laugh when he wanted to.
To the same demographic
Be it not perfect
He could never be what everyone wanted him to be. He was trying so hard. Why do you think he was crying himself to sleep every night? He couldn't do it anymore. No. Not anymore. He couldn't do it since he got here.
Let it be heard by those taking an interest
Not for the critics holding their ears
He knew this would help. It would hurt it always hurts. But it helps. He took a deep breath and slide the knife along his wrist. Just next to the old cuts. He felt such relief as his own blood flowed out and along the knife.
Gonna get ready
Gonna get ready
He stood up and walked out of the kitchen and into the lobby. Where was he going? He couldn't remember. Had he let too much blood? He was getting lightheaded.
I've been waiting for answers
Dancing in circles, making me sick
The lobby started to spin. Conner fought his way over to the couch through the spinning room. "I…need….to….rest…" The Blue eyed child breathed. He sat on the couch and rested for a few minutes.
I've been chained like a tiger
To hundreds of liars all holding hands
Why had Angel let him be stolen? Did his own father love him? He was trapped. Stuck in a hellhole called "The City of Angels." Bah. Another lie. Conner's lie was built of lies as he said.
Gonna get ready
Gonna get ready
Conner got up and slowly made his way to the stairs. Lazily he climbed up the steps, his eyes barely open. He didn't need them. He had gone through this route so many times in his head. It was second nature. "Ow." Conner said weakly. He had definitely let too much blood. Almost there. Almost there. He was almost done with his plan.
Now I'm calling all the time
He raised his hand to knock on the large wooden door. It seemed bigger tonight. Just then he noticed he still had the knife in his hand.
All I wanted was a little bit
Of time for me to try, try to get up
I'm gonna get up
'1….2…3!' Conner thought and knocked.
All they wanted was a little bit of time for me
To clear my head, to clear my head
Slowly the door opened. Conner was ready.
Gotta clear it up
I'm calling all the time
All I wanted was a little bit
Of time for me to try, try to get up
I'm gonna get up
All they wanted was a little bit of time for me
To clear my head, to clear my head
"I…I…I love you…" Conner said to a newly awoken Wesley. Wesley just stood there. Conner started crying. He drooped the dripping knife and at his left hand. Now completely covered with his rich blood.
Gonna get ready
Gonna get ready
"I love you too." Wesley said. With that Conner smiled. Conner felt something he had longed for all his life. Conner felt very lightheaded and fainted. He was happy he just let himself go. He just left Wesley there to cry.
I'm already ready