Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned, they are property of Seven. I'm just playing with them for a bit.
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Saving Grace is a series of one shots that follow on from one another, depicting the lives of Matilda Hunter and Lucas Holden.
Full Summary: Matilda Hunter is forced to live a life she hates. And loves. Stuck between life and death, she hovers, waiting for someone to come and save her. Waiting for that one moment that will change her life. Lucas Holden has been forgotten for most of his life... for alcohol, for the endless stream of men his mother would bring home. He's told he's special, but he refuses to believe them. What will happen when serendipity takes hold of their lives, and a series of random events lead to one ultimate mistake?
Rated M for drug & alcohol abuse, sexual situations and suicidal thoughts. You have been warned. Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with these things.
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Saving Grace
Chapter Fourteen: A Sinners Prayer
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Mother help my find my way
Will temptation sway my faith?
My beliefs of purity
Are corrupted by insanity
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The darkness surrounds me. Flicks of colour try to find their way through the black mist, but I close my eyes and will them to disappear once more. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the cold silver in my hand, as I ran my finger along the smooth side of the blade, careful to avoid slitting my finger.
I wouldn't be doing that yet… not until I was ready. Not until he came for me.
Like I'd always believed.
Like he'd always promised.
That day he would come… and that day, all the pain would end.
That day had come.
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Father guide me when I pray
Show me where to turn when I stray
Temping immaculate
Such thoughts of sin are rewarded in death
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Images flashed through my mind. Of my life… then, to him. His blonde hair covered by the dark façade of lies… his blue eyes that haunted my dreams, that found the depths of my soul and reached out to my heart, which had been lost long ago. His hands, his skin, his body against mine… these moments flashed before my eyes, and I found myself craving his touch, craving his kiss… craving his love.
Lying down on my bed, I felt his body hovering over me… I felt my body crying for his touch… I felt the tension, the chemistry… the desire haunting us both. My hands reached up and ran along his red lips. His soft tender skin clashing against my savaged, course fingertips… and it caused the most desirable sensations, as shivers were sent down my spine.
But as I leant up to touch my own plump lips against his own, he turned away from me, and faded into the air.
And I was left alone.
Still.
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Mother help me find my way
Will temptation sway my faith?
Show me ways of immortality
Protect me from my vanity.
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The silver shone in the afternoon sun that had snuck through the window. It blinded me momentarily, as the stars of dizziness danced across my sullen eyes.
Losing grip with any reality, he called to me. Through wind and rain, he called to me, called for me to raise my hand, to make that first slit. He called for me to end it all, because only then would my soul be able to soar free.
Reaching down, I gripped the silver blade in my hand tightly, knowing that this would be the final time that it tainted my skin.
These would be the final scars to heal.
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Mother help my find my way
Will temptation sway my faith?
My beliefs of purity
Are corrupted by insanity
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There was banging on the door, a constant noise that would not cease.
'Maddie' it called faintly in the distance as the blood heated up under the sharp silver blade, beckoning for the air, calling out to be released from my body. With all the remaining strength I had, I reached down my wrist, adding one final slice, one final scar, one final imperfection on a girl who had lived a sinful life.
'Tilly' it whispered, and found me like the howling of the wind at night. It crept up my legs and worked its way into my soul, and as my eyes began to close for the final time, I knew.
He had finally arrived.
It was him.
My saving grace.
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Father guide me when I pray
Show me where to turn when I stray
Temping immaculate
Such thoughts of sin are rewarded in death
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My head felt faint, dizzy, and try as I might to see the angelic face of my saviour, my eyes refused to stay open. I felt the cold coming over me, as my teeth chattered together. Goosebumps erupted over my skin as I felt death begin to claim my soul. The banging became fainter and fainter, as breathing became harder and harder. I felt my lungs begin to refuse to work… my body began to give in. And I surrendered myself.
Faintly, in the distance, a gun went off…
Fade to black.
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Such thoughts of sin are rewarded in death
Amen
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AN: End of Saving Grace. A huge thank you to Kate for proofing, you are a true legend. Thanks to everyone who has stuck by this story till the end, its so much appreciated. I hope you all enjoyed this story, as I really enjoyed writing it.