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...becomes a Lonely Angel
Again, not by me, but my wonderful and talented niece. great job this is only two parts so enjoy
Lonely Angel
Part 1:
The phone line went dead... In all her fury she didn’t even realize she’d thrown the phone to the other side of the apartment until she heard a loud crack!
Grasping her head and holding it, Sydney Bristow screamed. The pain in her skull was excruciating. It was as though someone took a hail and hammered a nail straight into it, then used the other end to chip pieces away. She pushed her fingers through her hair and started to pull at chunks of it, hoping she could pull all the pain away. Why the hell did this have to happen? She thought wildly. Haven’t I been through enough? Apparently not, she realized, as another burst of pain shot through her.
Leaning against a wall of her apartment, she had half a mind to bash her head straight through in an attempt to stop this pressure. Her eyes wide, she stumbled down the hall to her phone, hoping to have enough luck on her side to call someone. Anyone. She had barely made it two steps before her legs gave out and she fell forward, the floor rushing up to greet her.
Trying hard not to start crying, she curled up in a ball, silently begging everything to go away. No such luck. If anything the pain seemed to spread. Clutching her chest, she willed the pain to cease and desist. But then, when did pain ever listen to her? She wondered, just as her heart seemed to squeeze too tightly. The resulting gasp led to a lone tear dripping down her cheek, sliding down along her nose and dropping onto the carpet.
As hard as she tried to hold them back, more tears followed, gushed down her face as though a miniature Hoover Dam had broken and crumbled within her. The wracking sobs that followed soon had her lungs pleading for air, but the more she tried to breathe, the more powerful the sobs became. Her hair was sticky from the tears, and she felt like she was drowning in salt water. But this was just the beginning.
Crawling to her dresser, she tried pulling herself up, succeeding slightly. Just before she could straighten herself out, her legs stopped holding her weight and she collapsed onto the floor again. Summoning all her strength, she tried again to pull herself up. Not a chance; she was already so weary from crying, her arms would no longer support her, all she could do was sit.
Half blinded by the tears, she screamed once again. Somewhat comforted by the wails of a wounded animal, she kept screaming. She screamed random things, anything at all. Her hair was a tangled mess and blocked her vision, her ears were pounding, she could feel every beat as if someone was tugging on her ears from the inside out. Her gut was sore from the hysteria she was in. Her body was shaking, going through small periodic convulsions. Her mind felt like it had spun a million circles after getting drunk and spun around a million more just for laughs.
Deeply deprived of air, it felt like someone had taken a sledge hammer and decided she was a plaster wall that needed to be torn down. Her ribs were throbbing with pain, her lungs might as well have collapsed, she couldn‘t really tell. All her muscles were sore, she could barely lift her head up anymore as the tears continued streaming down. The screams died down as she threw herself once more at the ground. Closing her eyes, she silently shook, no noise coming out of her opened mouth.
One thought, and only one crossed her mind. Was this what it was like for a fish out of water? Drowning from the lack of air? As realization finally settled in, she became oblivious to her surroundings, and at last stopped fighting it. Letting herself go, she lay on the floor, and tears cascaded down as they never had before. But this time there would be no on there to comfort her. To hold her and say it’d be okay. Not like it mattered anyway. Nothing would be okay ever again.
Finding a new strength, she lurches upwards, desperate to stand up. She stumbles down the hallway, crashing into the walls as her weary muscles struggle to hold her up. Her bawling continues as she makes her way to the phone. Fumbling, with her hands, she drops it a few times. Frustrated, she kicks the phone against the wall, hearing that one shatter and lay among the broken fragments of the other.
Sliding down the side of the counter, she grabs her head again and cries even more, her eyes are bloodshot from the tears that have already been shed. Faintly, she can hear something ringing, but her mind pushes the thought away. Everything fades away, she hears nothing, she knows nothing. For a moment, the world has disappeared. Hugging her legs to her chest, she rocks back and forth trying to calm herself.
Unfortunately, time wasn’t on her side and her mind started flying with questions as she started berating herself. How could I have been so stupid to think I’d be happy? This was all my fault, how could I have let it happen? Did he know I loved him? Despite what we said to each other? Does he know if I could, I’d take his place? Her mind whirls around with more questions. Her headache worsens, and the room begins to spin. Her heart racing, she hears her cell phone ringing. Practically dragging herself to reach it, she flips it open and answers with an out of breath, “Hello?”
“Hey Syd!” Will answers cheerfully. She’s about to puke from the happiness in his voice. How can he sound so joyful when.. When Vaughn.. When Vaughn’s.. died. She wonders brokenly. How can he pretend everything is okay? “I was wondering, do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” He asked.
Her stomach heaved and the acidic taste of her stomach juices greeted her mouth. “You bastard,” she hissed at him as her stomach emptied itself. Her eyes started tearing again, and her esophagus burned. Dimly she could hear Will’s voice asking if she was okay. Things started to spin out of control as she fell over, off balance. Even as she closed her eyes, she could feel the spinning increase, and once more her dinner jumped up to greet the floor.
Screaming in agony, tears surge from her eyes just as they did moments ago in her bedroom. Crawling away from the harsh aromas of her partially digested food, her mind twists with more thoughts. Why me? She thinks, dragging herself along the carpet. Why does all this have to happen to me? I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask? In her heart though, she knew the answer. Of course it was too much to ask. Anything was too much to ask for her.
How much more am I going to have to take? She wonders forlornly, ignoring the searing pain from the carpet burns. Oh god… Vaughn’s dead…Stopping for a moment, she tries to regain her bearings. The room spins more slowly as she tries to draw in oxygen. Slowly sitting up, she takes a deep breath and tries to regain some control. Her body shook from the lack of energy, muscles twitched like she was being electrocuted.
Taking one more shuddering breath, she tries to stand up, bracing herself between the walls of the hallway. At last she sees the world at the same level as before. Taking another step, she lifts her chin up confidently. I can do this. I can live without him. I can take everything life throws at me, She tells herself. Her ankle folds out from under her and she falls to the floor again, fighting back the tears.
How am I supposed to go on without him? I can’t… I just can’t… She groans softly to herself. Closing her eyes she can feel the pain welling up in her chest again. Just let me die, She wishes mutely. Just let me die… Don’t make me keep going through all this… Someone must really be against her, she thinks as her heart is chipped away. Scratch that, life is against me.
Once again her body starts having small spasms from holding in all the emotion. Her foot jerks erratically, her stomach seems to twitch, her organs just seem to jump in every direction. With a new determination she gets up and walks stiffly down the hall.
Reviews people!!!!
--Mandy
Again, not by me, but my wonderful and talented niece. great job this is only two parts so enjoy
Lonely Angel
Part 1:
The phone line went dead... In all her fury she didn’t even realize she’d thrown the phone to the other side of the apartment until she heard a loud crack!
Grasping her head and holding it, Sydney Bristow screamed. The pain in her skull was excruciating. It was as though someone took a hail and hammered a nail straight into it, then used the other end to chip pieces away. She pushed her fingers through her hair and started to pull at chunks of it, hoping she could pull all the pain away. Why the hell did this have to happen? She thought wildly. Haven’t I been through enough? Apparently not, she realized, as another burst of pain shot through her.
Leaning against a wall of her apartment, she had half a mind to bash her head straight through in an attempt to stop this pressure. Her eyes wide, she stumbled down the hall to her phone, hoping to have enough luck on her side to call someone. Anyone. She had barely made it two steps before her legs gave out and she fell forward, the floor rushing up to greet her.
Trying hard not to start crying, she curled up in a ball, silently begging everything to go away. No such luck. If anything the pain seemed to spread. Clutching her chest, she willed the pain to cease and desist. But then, when did pain ever listen to her? She wondered, just as her heart seemed to squeeze too tightly. The resulting gasp led to a lone tear dripping down her cheek, sliding down along her nose and dropping onto the carpet.
As hard as she tried to hold them back, more tears followed, gushed down her face as though a miniature Hoover Dam had broken and crumbled within her. The wracking sobs that followed soon had her lungs pleading for air, but the more she tried to breathe, the more powerful the sobs became. Her hair was sticky from the tears, and she felt like she was drowning in salt water. But this was just the beginning.
Crawling to her dresser, she tried pulling herself up, succeeding slightly. Just before she could straighten herself out, her legs stopped holding her weight and she collapsed onto the floor again. Summoning all her strength, she tried again to pull herself up. Not a chance; she was already so weary from crying, her arms would no longer support her, all she could do was sit.
Half blinded by the tears, she screamed once again. Somewhat comforted by the wails of a wounded animal, she kept screaming. She screamed random things, anything at all. Her hair was a tangled mess and blocked her vision, her ears were pounding, she could feel every beat as if someone was tugging on her ears from the inside out. Her gut was sore from the hysteria she was in. Her body was shaking, going through small periodic convulsions. Her mind felt like it had spun a million circles after getting drunk and spun around a million more just for laughs.
Deeply deprived of air, it felt like someone had taken a sledge hammer and decided she was a plaster wall that needed to be torn down. Her ribs were throbbing with pain, her lungs might as well have collapsed, she couldn‘t really tell. All her muscles were sore, she could barely lift her head up anymore as the tears continued streaming down. The screams died down as she threw herself once more at the ground. Closing her eyes, she silently shook, no noise coming out of her opened mouth.
One thought, and only one crossed her mind. Was this what it was like for a fish out of water? Drowning from the lack of air? As realization finally settled in, she became oblivious to her surroundings, and at last stopped fighting it. Letting herself go, she lay on the floor, and tears cascaded down as they never had before. But this time there would be no on there to comfort her. To hold her and say it’d be okay. Not like it mattered anyway. Nothing would be okay ever again.
Finding a new strength, she lurches upwards, desperate to stand up. She stumbles down the hallway, crashing into the walls as her weary muscles struggle to hold her up. Her bawling continues as she makes her way to the phone. Fumbling, with her hands, she drops it a few times. Frustrated, she kicks the phone against the wall, hearing that one shatter and lay among the broken fragments of the other.
Sliding down the side of the counter, she grabs her head again and cries even more, her eyes are bloodshot from the tears that have already been shed. Faintly, she can hear something ringing, but her mind pushes the thought away. Everything fades away, she hears nothing, she knows nothing. For a moment, the world has disappeared. Hugging her legs to her chest, she rocks back and forth trying to calm herself.
Unfortunately, time wasn’t on her side and her mind started flying with questions as she started berating herself. How could I have been so stupid to think I’d be happy? This was all my fault, how could I have let it happen? Did he know I loved him? Despite what we said to each other? Does he know if I could, I’d take his place? Her mind whirls around with more questions. Her headache worsens, and the room begins to spin. Her heart racing, she hears her cell phone ringing. Practically dragging herself to reach it, she flips it open and answers with an out of breath, “Hello?”
“Hey Syd!” Will answers cheerfully. She’s about to puke from the happiness in his voice. How can he sound so joyful when.. When Vaughn.. When Vaughn’s.. died. She wonders brokenly. How can he pretend everything is okay? “I was wondering, do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” He asked.
Her stomach heaved and the acidic taste of her stomach juices greeted her mouth. “You bastard,” she hissed at him as her stomach emptied itself. Her eyes started tearing again, and her esophagus burned. Dimly she could hear Will’s voice asking if she was okay. Things started to spin out of control as she fell over, off balance. Even as she closed her eyes, she could feel the spinning increase, and once more her dinner jumped up to greet the floor.
Screaming in agony, tears surge from her eyes just as they did moments ago in her bedroom. Crawling away from the harsh aromas of her partially digested food, her mind twists with more thoughts. Why me? She thinks, dragging herself along the carpet. Why does all this have to happen to me? I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask? In her heart though, she knew the answer. Of course it was too much to ask. Anything was too much to ask for her.
How much more am I going to have to take? She wonders forlornly, ignoring the searing pain from the carpet burns. Oh god… Vaughn’s dead…Stopping for a moment, she tries to regain her bearings. The room spins more slowly as she tries to draw in oxygen. Slowly sitting up, she takes a deep breath and tries to regain some control. Her body shook from the lack of energy, muscles twitched like she was being electrocuted.
Taking one more shuddering breath, she tries to stand up, bracing herself between the walls of the hallway. At last she sees the world at the same level as before. Taking another step, she lifts her chin up confidently. I can do this. I can live without him. I can take everything life throws at me, She tells herself. Her ankle folds out from under her and she falls to the floor again, fighting back the tears.
How am I supposed to go on without him? I can’t… I just can’t… She groans softly to herself. Closing her eyes she can feel the pain welling up in her chest again. Just let me die, She wishes mutely. Just let me die… Don’t make me keep going through all this… Someone must really be against her, she thinks as her heart is chipped away. Scratch that, life is against me.
Once again her body starts having small spasms from holding in all the emotion. Her foot jerks erratically, her stomach seems to twitch, her organs just seem to jump in every direction. With a new determination she gets up and walks stiffly down the hall.
Reviews people!!!!
--Mandy