Note: Okay 2nd chapter is up. Oh! And to tell you ahead of time, this is still part of Faye's pov
Chapter 2 "Moving Forward pt1"
I still remember everything, everything to my 5th birthday when my mom will decorate the backyard with fake flowers and that confetti, to the time I remembered my first love, to the time we both went to the ship of the accident, everything was so clear to me. But I also remember the time I woke up to see a blinding light shine upon me and the whacked out doctor and Whitney, to the time I met 'them' not saying names of course, and to the day 'he' left to go out and die for a women that was as beautiful as a rose but as deadly to a snakes venom. 'The more beautiful a rose is, the sharper its thorns can be' I guess. I can still remember those exact words;
"I thought I was watching a dream that I would never awaken from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over." Those words. Ha! I still don't have a real clue what he was talking about, not to mention the lame excuse for his suicide. Then after all that I still begged him to stay but his response was "I'm not going there to die. I'm going there to see if I really am alive." That was a load of bull shit. Actually it hurt the most to hear him say that. Was he telling me that his reality was only about her and we...we meant nothing to him but a silly dream? Was he telling me that he never felt alive when he was with us? I never really understood him but all I can do was love him and not get it in returned.
When he left, there was nothing there for me, no reason to stay here in this God-forsaken piece of rusty metal what they would like to call a ship. But...where can I go? I've nowhere else to go but I cannot stay where I don't belong. Does Jet really want me sticking around anymore? To the looks of it he seems prepared for his death as well, just live the rest of your years in solitude until your time is up. I felt pity for the old guy so I ended up sticking around but I want to give him his space too. So when I gave him that space I was out on either catching a bounty, to going to the casinos, and if not there I was at a bar throwing my sorrows away, and that's where I am now. I'm here on one of Venus's bars getting myself completely wasted, even though that was not my intentions. I was supposed to be here for business, to get my 24.000.000 woolong reward. The bar was full of dirty minded men and trashy hookers, and if they weren't hookers then they were like me, drinking the pain away.
My bounty was three bar-stools away and all I have to do is seduce him then I'll rough him up a bit then put the cuffs on and I get my reward. But the plan back-fired all because of 'him'. Being here, looking so pathetic and wasted was all because of him.
Seducing the guy was the easy part, stabled or not, I still know how to get a guys attention, you just need to show the right clevledge and the right words...then you got him hooked. Unfortunately for me...I didn't choose the right words, somewhere along my drunken state I may of given myself away, because the look he gave me he seemed pretty upset, and stupid me, forgot that some bounties actually has friends. So after I realized I was found out, I did even a more stupider thing. I ran. Instead of getting my gun out and defending myself, I looked defenseless and scared and that gave them an advantage. I ran to the back doors of the bar, and just when I couldn't get any more stupider, I was beyond retarded. The back door only led to a back ally's dead end. The men were there with lopsided grin plastered on each basterds face, I knew exactly what they were gonna do...rape, fuck, and kill.
Even though I've been through tough situations where it could lead to any pain for the rest of my life or lead to a death, I always seen the better look at it, because I always felt like I knew I was going to see another day. I always felt like I had someone there to protect me, but now...now I don't give a shit, my life is going to end and that's how it's going to be, and strangely enough, that's the way I wanted it. So as the men...or shall I say basterds (they're lower than men, shouldn't even be called a real man.) approached me. I whispered to myself "I'm done, I give up. You won Spi-" I couldn't even finish my sentence because I was completely knocked out, not sure if it was because the blow those basterds gave me or the alcohol but either way my head hurt like hell.
After waking up to what I 'thought' was a terrible dream, I saw a blinding light on top of me, 'hey deja vu'.
"Doctor, she's coming through, she's waking up." I heard a women's voice say above me. I was blinded by the light for awhile until I can see that women hover over me. She had these beautiful golden locks and glossy blue eyes. "Was I really dead to see an angel" I thought and then that thought turned into 'that certain women I've learned to despise', a women named Julia. But the thing was...it wasn't Julia and in no way in hell was I any where near heaven because if I was, I wouldn't feel this horrible sting on my hand. When I glanced to my left I saw the IV going through my veins. I looked back at the women and saw that it was definitely NOT Julia. Last time I saw Julia she didn't look like she was in her late forties.
"Oh, Hello. Welcome back miss, I was afraid I almost lost you there." The mans voice was distant and yet very comforting. He as well hovered over me and I stared at his features. I was still trying to adjust to the light and all I can see from this doctor was his eyes, his grey/silvery eyes. Until once again I blacked-out.