i_love_you_mv
Cadet
Characters all belong to Alias. This is about Sydneys missing years, I suppose. It is kinda v/l, and Sydney wanting s/v. I don't really have much to say about this, but I think this is only my 2nd or 3rd fan fiction.. so r&r and i hope its ok. 
They say
That i must learn to kill before i can feel safe
But I
I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
I've been watching
I've been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life - The Rasmus
“I now pronounce you man and wife; you may now kiss the bride.”
That is the most important line in many Women’s lives, but for Sydney this was the breaking point, the point of complete and utter despair. There seemed no hope as Sydney watched from behind the marble arch.
“I hope you enjoyed that, Miss Bristow, we must depart now. I do love you”; he roughly pulled Sydney towards him and kissed her forcefully. Sydney struggled and he slapped her face, leaving yet another red mark on her body, to mark the moment… a scar for life. She was pushed into the black car, yet again and driven down a bumpy road. Her hands were painful and her wrists were bleeding where the rope had cut through and rubbed from being there for so long. Sydney swallowed her tears, refusing to show any emotion to these people. Back at the Wedding, she assumed they were having a wonderful time, the same with her family and friends back home. They thought she was dead and they had given up searching, nobody knew that she existed and she was alone in the world.
Back in the sandy building, Sydney ran up into the small room where she was kept and covered herself in a sheet and cried her eyes out. What had happened to turn her life into this? Why was she the one they had chosen? If only life was simple.
Sydney must have fallen asleep and as she woke up, she could hear hushed voices outside her cell, they had locked the door on her now. She silently crept up to the door and listened carefully to what was going on in the corridor. She gasped as she heard her door unlock and the footsteps come in, she recognised them at once, they were the footsteps of him, her abuser.
“Sydney, I see you are awake, care for a walk?”
Sydney gave no reply, but looked away.
“I said, CARE FOR A WALK?”
The words were drummed into her ear and Sydney quickly agreed and hurried out her cell. When they were outside, to her surprise her hands were cut free for the first time since she had tried to escape, a month ago. They obviously had trust in her now, they shouldn’t, thought Sydney, but she was too intrigued at how beautiful the day was to be angry. At that very second it seemed that time stood still, the moon was gleaming in the darkness and the stars were scattered across the black canvas of night. The world had seemed like a better place in that second, until she realised that she wasn’t alone, and her peacefulness was rudely interrupted by Sark.
They say
That i must learn to kill before i can feel safe
But I
I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
I've been watching
I've been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life - The Rasmus
“I now pronounce you man and wife; you may now kiss the bride.”
That is the most important line in many Women’s lives, but for Sydney this was the breaking point, the point of complete and utter despair. There seemed no hope as Sydney watched from behind the marble arch.
“I hope you enjoyed that, Miss Bristow, we must depart now. I do love you”; he roughly pulled Sydney towards him and kissed her forcefully. Sydney struggled and he slapped her face, leaving yet another red mark on her body, to mark the moment… a scar for life. She was pushed into the black car, yet again and driven down a bumpy road. Her hands were painful and her wrists were bleeding where the rope had cut through and rubbed from being there for so long. Sydney swallowed her tears, refusing to show any emotion to these people. Back at the Wedding, she assumed they were having a wonderful time, the same with her family and friends back home. They thought she was dead and they had given up searching, nobody knew that she existed and she was alone in the world.
Back in the sandy building, Sydney ran up into the small room where she was kept and covered herself in a sheet and cried her eyes out. What had happened to turn her life into this? Why was she the one they had chosen? If only life was simple.
Sydney must have fallen asleep and as she woke up, she could hear hushed voices outside her cell, they had locked the door on her now. She silently crept up to the door and listened carefully to what was going on in the corridor. She gasped as she heard her door unlock and the footsteps come in, she recognised them at once, they were the footsteps of him, her abuser.
“Sydney, I see you are awake, care for a walk?”
Sydney gave no reply, but looked away.
“I said, CARE FOR A WALK?”
The words were drummed into her ear and Sydney quickly agreed and hurried out her cell. When they were outside, to her surprise her hands were cut free for the first time since she had tried to escape, a month ago. They obviously had trust in her now, they shouldn’t, thought Sydney, but she was too intrigued at how beautiful the day was to be angry. At that very second it seemed that time stood still, the moon was gleaming in the darkness and the stars were scattered across the black canvas of night. The world had seemed like a better place in that second, until she realised that she wasn’t alone, and her peacefulness was rudely interrupted by Sark.