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Get out your tissues!
well, i think its sad.
I submitted it to my school paper, so i thought you all should get it too.
Thanks for reading and on with the fic!
Title: Take Me Away (ONE PARTER)
Author: Elektra (AliasSydney502)
Idea: Lost her love, finds a way to cope. Avril Lavigne's Take Me Away inspired title....
~Take Me Away~
The beat pounded through the floorboards, reverberating on her ribcage. Bodies crowded the dance floor, some in couples, others by themselves. She didn’t want to see people happy. She wanted everyone to be depressed because she was miserable and lost. It was selfish, yes, but she didn’t care. She was there to get away from her memories. She made her way to the middle of the floor, and caught the eyes of some people at the bar. She knew she was pretty, she could get anything she wanted with her looks. She was kind and compassionate, forgiving and tolerant. She only wished he could see that.
He would never approve of her now. She had forsaken everything when she lost him. She just didn’t care anymore. He plagued her thoughts with memories of sweeter times, and was there every time she closed her eyes. She had devised up what she would do to him, if she were to ever see him again. She would have caused him as much pain as she could possibly inflict. Make him feel the pain he had caused her. But then she would snap back to reality, or whatever it was she was in, and cry because she still loved him and couldn’t fathom actually causing him pain, as much as he had to her. She was almost able to imagine him standing there, by the door, were he would watch her disapprovingly. There she went again, putting him within her reach. He was gone, she needed to get over him, and that was the very reason she went to the club. To forget him, move on, get over it.
She berated herself for comparing it to before, when she was happy. No, she was still happy, she could be happy without him, right? Repulsed at herself, she shrugged it off as if it were nothing. But deep down, she knew she would have to give up the charade, but right now, she was barely hanging on to her sanity. Much less her feelings.
She enjoyed feeling free on the floor, there was no pressure to get close. No matter how long she danced with someone, she wouldn’t look at his face. It was easier that way, not knowing who he was. Another nameless guy, another dance, another day. If he asked for her name, she would excuse herself and disappear from the room. She didn’t want to get attached, it would be too hard. It would be as though she were cheating on him. She knew he wasn’t there anymore, but refused to let go or give up. She had felt guilty for behaving this way, but there was nothing else she could’ve done. She didn’t want to fall into the horrible depression she had when he left. She had cried for days on end, never knowing the truth or the reason he was gone.
When her tear ducts had finally dried up, she was still stuck on him. He wouldn’t leave her alone. He was in her thoughts, her dreams, everywhere she looked. She had finally allowed herself the simple pleasure of a drink, to clear her mind for at least a night. Somehow, she always ended up here, at the club. After what seemed like hours of mindless dancing and drinks, she would wander back home and crash. She was alone, sad, angry, and way too far from sober for her own liking. She hated him with a passion one could never imagine.
That night it was different. She had finally resolved with herself to stop waiting around and actually move on. She closed her eyes and let the pulse of the music overcome her. She swayed to the beat and let it drain away her thoughts. She felt two warm hands grab her hips and attempt to pull her closer. She willingly complied to dance because she wanted, no needed, to feel desired after being alone for so long. She felt safe in his close embrace, comfortable, and calm. After dancing for a few hours he asked her about herself when they got tired. Instead of running, she had told him. She wanted to have someone in her life, right then. She sensed a change in the air, and she didn’t want to go back to her empty home alone, not anymore.
Around midnight, everyone headed for the main doors. He had left just as quickly as he approached her, and she felt betrayed. She had put herself on the line and he had just left. It was strangely ironic how that would always happen. She wondered what was going on, what had happened while she was lost in her own little world. She followed the flow of people, and finally looked up to notice couples all around, holding hands, walking together, kissing. It disgusted her to no end that all these people had found some form of happiness, however short lived. She felt so lonely at that point that she wished she didn’t exist. That she was never there.
Her thoughts were stopped when she felt something icy land on her exposed arm and noticed it had started snowing. She felt alone in the cold heartless world, lost and abandoned. All her pain that had been suppressed by months of drunken foolishness rushed back to hit her full force at the spectacular realization that it was Christmas.
She would spend Christmas alone. But it wasn’t the first time.
~Finish~
Tbc.. maybe...
I'll pm those that ask if i do...
Me Quotes!
well, i think its sad.
I submitted it to my school paper, so i thought you all should get it too.
Thanks for reading and on with the fic!
Title: Take Me Away (ONE PARTER)
Author: Elektra (AliasSydney502)
Idea: Lost her love, finds a way to cope. Avril Lavigne's Take Me Away inspired title....
~Take Me Away~
The beat pounded through the floorboards, reverberating on her ribcage. Bodies crowded the dance floor, some in couples, others by themselves. She didn’t want to see people happy. She wanted everyone to be depressed because she was miserable and lost. It was selfish, yes, but she didn’t care. She was there to get away from her memories. She made her way to the middle of the floor, and caught the eyes of some people at the bar. She knew she was pretty, she could get anything she wanted with her looks. She was kind and compassionate, forgiving and tolerant. She only wished he could see that.
He would never approve of her now. She had forsaken everything when she lost him. She just didn’t care anymore. He plagued her thoughts with memories of sweeter times, and was there every time she closed her eyes. She had devised up what she would do to him, if she were to ever see him again. She would have caused him as much pain as she could possibly inflict. Make him feel the pain he had caused her. But then she would snap back to reality, or whatever it was she was in, and cry because she still loved him and couldn’t fathom actually causing him pain, as much as he had to her. She was almost able to imagine him standing there, by the door, were he would watch her disapprovingly. There she went again, putting him within her reach. He was gone, she needed to get over him, and that was the very reason she went to the club. To forget him, move on, get over it.
She berated herself for comparing it to before, when she was happy. No, she was still happy, she could be happy without him, right? Repulsed at herself, she shrugged it off as if it were nothing. But deep down, she knew she would have to give up the charade, but right now, she was barely hanging on to her sanity. Much less her feelings.
She enjoyed feeling free on the floor, there was no pressure to get close. No matter how long she danced with someone, she wouldn’t look at his face. It was easier that way, not knowing who he was. Another nameless guy, another dance, another day. If he asked for her name, she would excuse herself and disappear from the room. She didn’t want to get attached, it would be too hard. It would be as though she were cheating on him. She knew he wasn’t there anymore, but refused to let go or give up. She had felt guilty for behaving this way, but there was nothing else she could’ve done. She didn’t want to fall into the horrible depression she had when he left. She had cried for days on end, never knowing the truth or the reason he was gone.
When her tear ducts had finally dried up, she was still stuck on him. He wouldn’t leave her alone. He was in her thoughts, her dreams, everywhere she looked. She had finally allowed herself the simple pleasure of a drink, to clear her mind for at least a night. Somehow, she always ended up here, at the club. After what seemed like hours of mindless dancing and drinks, she would wander back home and crash. She was alone, sad, angry, and way too far from sober for her own liking. She hated him with a passion one could never imagine.
That night it was different. She had finally resolved with herself to stop waiting around and actually move on. She closed her eyes and let the pulse of the music overcome her. She swayed to the beat and let it drain away her thoughts. She felt two warm hands grab her hips and attempt to pull her closer. She willingly complied to dance because she wanted, no needed, to feel desired after being alone for so long. She felt safe in his close embrace, comfortable, and calm. After dancing for a few hours he asked her about herself when they got tired. Instead of running, she had told him. She wanted to have someone in her life, right then. She sensed a change in the air, and she didn’t want to go back to her empty home alone, not anymore.
Around midnight, everyone headed for the main doors. He had left just as quickly as he approached her, and she felt betrayed. She had put herself on the line and he had just left. It was strangely ironic how that would always happen. She wondered what was going on, what had happened while she was lost in her own little world. She followed the flow of people, and finally looked up to notice couples all around, holding hands, walking together, kissing. It disgusted her to no end that all these people had found some form of happiness, however short lived. She felt so lonely at that point that she wished she didn’t exist. That she was never there.
Her thoughts were stopped when she felt something icy land on her exposed arm and noticed it had started snowing. She felt alone in the cold heartless world, lost and abandoned. All her pain that had been suppressed by months of drunken foolishness rushed back to hit her full force at the spectacular realization that it was Christmas.
She would spend Christmas alone. But it wasn’t the first time.
~Finish~
Tbc.. maybe...
I'll pm those that ask if i do...
Me Quotes!
, hopefully she finds someone else who truely loves her