Hey Everyone! Guess What? I'M NOT DEAD! I'M STILL HERE! I know it's been forever and a day since you've heard from me, but it's not over! I have unfinished stories that need finishing! Soooo here is the next chappie to The Hidden Side! I will be posting more to my other stories soon!
This is a song-fic using the song 'Heaven' by Los Lonely Boys
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Save me from this prison, Lord help me get away. Cause only you can save me now from this misery . . .
Willie was upset. The night before, Barnabas and he had heard the news that Maggie Evans was dead. And while Willie was feeling guilty and responsible, his master was already making plans for a new Josette. To Willie, it seemed only someone like Barnabas could be so heartless. And that thought angered Willie, so much so that he could hardly sleep, and the next morning he felt the need to simply go somewhere private and let his feelings out. So that very same morning, he snatched up the list Barnabas made him, stuffed it in his pocket, and left the house in a huff, going to the only place where he knew he would be alone . . . Widows Hill.
I've been lost in my own place and I'm gettin' weary . . .
Willie parked his cream-colored, '65 Chevy truck to the side of the road and stepped out onto the beaten dirt path, walking slowly towards the roar of the waves.
How far is Heaven? . . .
When he reached the edge of the cliffs, he sat down on a nearby rock, clasped his hands in front of him and rested his elbows on his knees. He closed his eyes and breathed in the salt air deeply, trying to clear his head . . . but thoughts of all the wrong he had done in the past few months all flooded back to haunt him . . .
And I know that I need to change, my ways of livin',
How far is Heaven? Lord can you tell me?
Flashes of Maggie pleading with him to let her go, and the look of anger and betrayal on her face when he told her that Barnabas would kill them both if he did. He remembered the poison he almost let her drink before she escaped, and the time he had to hold her back while she painfully watched her father and boyfriend mourn over her disappearance and supposed death.
I've been locked up way too long in this crazy world . . .
He dropped his head in his hands and let out a helpless whimper as he desperately tried to hold back the bitter tears that wanted to let themselves go . . . so Willie gave in, and he allowed the tears he had held back for so long run freely down his face.
And I just keep on prayin' Lord, and just keep on livin' . . .
"It shouldna been her." he thought, "She didn't do anything ta deserve her dying." after he said this in his mind, he heard another voice in his head, "She was going to die anyway, she was a threat to my existence, and we couldn't have that now could we?" Barnabas' voice told him. "No!" Willie shouted aloud, as he clamped both of his hands over his ears and fell off the rock to his knees on the ground, "Stop!! Git outta my mind! Stop it!!" he cried, his fingernails beginning to dig into his scalp. When he felt the stinging he carefully released his hands and took a few ragged breaths. He shakily placed himself back on the rock and simply stared out at the vast open sea.
How far is Heaven? Lord can you tell me? . . .
After only a moment, he felt the oddest urge . . . he felt the need to write. He had to write down the words that were forming in his head. So he quickly pulled out the pen in the breast pocket of his shirt and began scrounging around in his pockets for some form of paper, when he found the list that Barnabas had given him. "This'll work." He thought, as he turned the paper over to reveal it's blank side and began writing, while a few leftover tears that he had failed to wipe away, plopped onto the page.
Tu que estas en alto cielo, echame tu bendiciòn . . .
He was just finishing his writing, and failed to hear the footsteps that were steadily approaching him.
"Willie?" a soft female voice asked
Willie jumped at the surprise guest, "Wha . . .? Oh Ca-Carolyn, it's jus' you." he said, relief briefly crossing his features, "What're ya doin' up here?"
"I just couldn't stay at the house anymore, so I came up here to clear my head. The whole house has gone into a depression after hearing about what happened to Maggie."
Cause I know there's a better place than this place I'm livin' . . .
"Yea, I–I'ts awful it had ta end that way, ya know, without eva' knowin' what happened to 'er." he said, keeping his guilt-full eyes diverted from Carolyn's.
"I know. I hope they catch the Madman who did this!" she said with an anger that slowly turned into fear, "I'm sorry Willie. But things have been so frightening lately . . . Oh, I just want all of this to end!"
How far is Heaven? . . .
"Yea-yea, me too." Willie agreed looking down at the paper that he still held loosely in his hands.
Carolyn took a glance at Willie and noticed the paper and pen clutched in his hand, "I'm sorry, Willie. Were you in the middle of something?"
"Hmm? Oh, no. I jus' . . . kinda had a rough night, an' every once an' I just need to put out my feelin's through . . ." he paused for a moment and his face reddened slightly, "poetry." he finally muttered out.
"Really? You write poetry? I love poetry! What kind do you write?" she asked, a faint glimmer in her eyes.
"I-It depends on my mood an' how I'm feelin'.An' this is jus' somethin' I had to write down 'cause like I tol' ya, I kinda had a rough night." he replied, "Ta tell ya the truth I'm kinda embarrassed that I said anything. I neva' tol' anyone that before, not even Jason knew."
"Willie, I think it's wonderful that you write poetry. I would actually like read it. Would you mind?" she asked, holding out her hand
"Uhh . . ." Willie stuttered, slightly in shock that someone like Carolyn would want to read his work, "N-no. I-I guess not." he said, his hand shaking a little as he placed the paper in Carolyn's waiting hand.
Carolyn took the paper and read what Willie had written:
The Night is heartless and dark,
The Night is cold and cruel.
Every time sunset arrives I pray that it isn't true,
And my heart fills with fear when I realize that it is.
I dread to even fall asleep.
How I wish the Night never existed!
But then the sun rises the next morning,
I open my eyes and it's golden light floods my bedroom.
The warmth of the sun on my skin has put a tiny ray of hope in my heart,
A faint hope that his Shadow that hangs over me will pass,
And this Darkness and Fear that I feel will be no more.
Carolyn could hardly believe that these words had come from a man who used to have no sympathy for anyone but himself. "This is beautiful Willie. It truly is." she said, handing the paper back to Willie.
"Thanks." Willie muttered back, "I-I guess it's alright."
So I just got to have some faith, and just keep on givin' . . .
Carolyn gave a small smile, "I guess everyone is finding out there is more to you than meets the eye. You do repair work, cook, write poetry . . . you are a very talented man, Willie."
Willie returned her smile, "Thanks." he said, "I betta go, I have errands to run fer Barnabas."
"Alright Willie. Say hi to Barnabas for me. Good-bye"
"Sure, bye Carolyn." As Willie walked back to his truck, he felt a small sense of accomplishment. He was starting to make amends for his past actions, and to him, it felt good. And it was at that moment, that Willie felt a little bit different, and that he knew that things would begin to change for the better.
How far is Heaven? Lord can you tell me?