Sweet Dreams update!
Title: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
Warning: For the mention or exploration of heavy/controversial themes such as abuse, rape, death, religion, and the afterlife. Read at your own risk. I’m not responsible for contradicting the beliefs of any viewer. This is simply a work of fiction.
Author: swampwitch9666
Rating: R to NC-17…this story will probably get ugly
Summary: What happens when two broken spirits crash into each other?
Disclaimer: I own little to nothing. Obviously, many of the characters themselves are not mine. Much of the storyline itself follows a very archetypal pattern, and I must admit based on the lives of people I know personally. I also must plead exaggeration in the name of fiction, as some things don’t make completely logical sense, so try to bear with me.
A/N: This story is really my attempt to perfect the goal of another story I wrote here called The Endless. I am not trying to copy myself completely, but will probably do that a few times…so sorry if anyone recognizes a strange similarity between this new one and the story I never finished so very long ago.
Prologue(November Spawned a Monster)
Apathetic Mourning
Chapter 2
There was a girl running head-on toward him. Her arms flailed at him, and she was yelling something like, “Bam! Oh my Gawd I haven’t seen you in like forever!” Her hair flew behind her in a dirty yellow cloud. He almost smiled, thinking he’d probably had a nightmare like this before.
It was Missy.
“Bam, have you been doing okay? I’m so sorry; I bet it’s been terrible for you! You two were so close.” She threw her surprisingly strong arms around him, as if she’d never given up on him as ‘too depressing’ over the summer and stopped calling him or picking up the phone. It felt like she had just broken a rib.
“Heh. Hi, Miss. How are you?” He didn’t have much to say. What with his lung smashed against his broken rib and busting open and everything…what could he say to her anyway? He was so sick of people acting like this. His life since the funeral had consisted of stranger after ridiculous stranger feeling the need to smother him with hugs and kisses. And, now Missy was hanging onto his neck. Did this make her his girlfriend again? He wanted to spit; maybe she would leave him alone like she had all summer.
“You know, you could have called me.” Bitch!….bitchbitchbitchbitch… She put on her sad face, which consisted of bugged-out, tear-drenched eyes and a huge lower lip. It had always been ridiculous, but for once he really had to bite himself to keep from bursting out in sinister laughter.
“You never checked your answering machine?” He was ready to blow up in her face…this really wasn’t making him feel too good right now.
“I know, I didn’t answer you for awhile. I was mad. But, then I thought maybe you needed some time to yourself.”
“Whatever…”
“Babe, you can just be so selfish sometimes. You didn’t seem to care about me at all. I mean, I know your brother died, and that’s horrible. But, I’m still here. You could have talked to me.”
“Look, I have to get to class, so…see you later.” At this, he threw her hard, bony arms off him, not wanting to even look at her anymore.
Self-absorbed or not, he thought he knew the answer to his question now…she wasn’t his girlfriend. She never had been.
He suddenly had somewhere important to go, or rather, something very important to get away from. He walked until she stopped yelling and was out of his sight. Her stupid antics were going to make him late for his next class. He cursed silently when he realized there was no one else in the hall. It was time for English Comp 4.0, one of those classes that had an odd mix between slacking seniors that weren’t in Advanced Placement and obnoxious little juniors on the honor roll. Not much to look forward to, but he’d already screwed up enough today.
He made a dash down the hall that quickly became a full run.
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He was suddenly alone, and running like there’d never been a rule passed against it. Through the school halls, to his English class. The tardy bell would ring any second. There was a certain freedom to it. Hopefully no one would see him loping by like this…he knew it probably looked crazy but he couldn’t stop grinning.
No, he wasn’t really free. Only losing his senses. Missy had set him off again and this was apparently what he did in response. She’d been nonexistent since the summer. His brother had disappeared sometime in April and as Bam worried more and cooed to her less, she began to disappear too. Well, what the fuck would she have done? The idiot didn’t even show signs of acknowledging this might affect him a bit? The police didn’t find Jess’s body until June, a mangled up corpse sunken in a lake about 75 miles north of Philadelphia. He hung half out of his car, traces of blood everywhere…in the seats and caked on the windshield, all over his face and clothes. There’d been a handgun in the passenger seat, but no bullets found anywhere in Jess’s body, and no traces of another person in the vehicle. One arrogant detective had suggested suicide, but the authorities had to make sure, and they conducted a half-ass investigation on him. They still hadn’t determined what had become of Jess: if someone had murdered him, who could have done it, and how to go about finding them. They said they would inform the Margeras of what they concluded.
Bam didn’t even have the closure of knowing what the hell had happened to him, but he just couldn’t believe Jess would kill himself. Jess would have never…he’d loved life, and was actually cheering Bam up all the time when he got depressed and wanted to die. Someone else had to have done this. And, Bam was hell-bent on killing the bastard.
He ran faster, his lope changing to a sprint. He still had half of a building to run through. He must have been walking very slowly at first; he didn’t know how he’d gotten so off track with the time. He sped up, loving the adrenaline racing through his body, a sense of the slightly insane gripping him.
He came up on an intersection in the hall, which led to a set of three stair steps, bathrooms, and a vending machine. He needed to go left. He was planning how he would turn the corner sharp without slowing down, like a drag racer might do, coordinating his every step with the change of direction he would soon perform. He lined himself up just so, to brush by the edge of the inner corner before making a clean transition without hitting the opposite wall.
Just as he approached the corner, someone stepped out right in front of him. He didn’t even get a chance to look before he slammed right into them and took them to the floor with him. He knew he’d knocked the air out of their lungs, the only noise the other made being a sharp gasp followed by abject silence.
He knew it was a male, as the chest his head awkwardly landed in was flat. He didn’t move for a while. He hurt and wasn’t sure what had happened, and why he’d been running through the halls so fast to begin with.
He was thinking about how to get up, but the other’s hands shoved him away roughly before he could figure it out himself.
Bam sat up on his knees, shaking his head slightly to get the dizziness out. His eyes finally focused to see what he’d ran into, freezing the moment they landed on what lie in front of him.
It was a boy, certainly…but he looked so pretty and delicate Bam’s eyes widened with shock. Silky black hair fell past his shoulders; his sparkling eyes were painted with kohl and his lips rouged like a girl’s. His skin nearly glowed white, like alabaster or porcelain. Bam didn’t think people like this existed. He didn’t realize exactly where his thoughts were going, but he knew this boy was perfection. He was still lying in the floor, long thin legs bent at the knees and covered by tight black jeans. He wore a long-sleeved indigo shirt like a second skin, showing more of his figure than many girls were comfortable doing. He was so thin, he probably hinged on the edge of underweight. But, he was…beautiful. There was no other way to go about describing him.
He had his hands to each side of his body. He lie there still, not even attempting to get up. Large jade eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment, and then glanced up at him.
Bam wasn’t entirely sure what to say to him. If it’d just been ‘some guy’ he would’ve said ‘Sorry dude’ and helped him with the scattered papers and books everywhere and hopefully not gotten into a fight with him. But, this wasn’t our average boy he’d just happened to ram into…
He stood up, still a little stunned, finding himself pouring out words nervously.
“God, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?”
He shook his head slowly…Bam wasn’t sure if the boy was registering everything. He looked very dazed, or shocked…something wasn’t right.
He reached his hand out, “Here, I can help you up.”
The boy waved his hand away, lifting himself in the process, “No thank you; I can stand.” His voice. Bam was going to beat himself when he found some alone time. He shouldn’t feel excitement like this. If this person wasn’t pretty enough to look at, his voice was so beautiful and strange: there was an accent, almost Russian sounding, but softer. And, to make matters worse, he smiled a wave of heat that went up Bam’s spinal cord. He wasn’t American, that was for sure. At this point Bam was wondering if he was even from Earth.
When the boy stood up straight, he was about the same height as Bam, maybe a half-inch taller. Bam suddenly felt very small, however. The boy was even more overwhelming when those gorgeous eyes were level with his.
“Here, let me get these. This is all my fault anyway.” He found himself scrambling in the floor trying to gather this beautiful prince’s books and papers and pens. The deity only stood there, bemused.
There hadn’t been too much to pick up, but he’d still made a mess of his loose papers. He had everything stacked, probably horribly wrong, but handed it all to him anyway. There seemed to be a distinct effort on the boy’s part not to touch Bam’s hands when he took the papers.
The stranger grinned, “Were you very rushed?”
“Uh, had to get to class, I don’t know. I didn’t think there’d be anyone pop out right there, like you just did.”
“Hmm. No, that was unlikely.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t give you a concussion or anything, right?”
“I’ve lived through worse.”
“You’re not mad at me, then?”
“Not if you tell me how to get to English Comp. 4.0. I think it’s room 124. I’m new here, obviously.” Bam’s eyes lit up. He had a class with him? Bam thought maybe he’d need a trip to the bathroom first so he wouldn’t pee himself.
The tardy bell rang very loudly, leaving the two strangers staring silently at one another.
“I think I know where that is. I’m going there, too. Just come with me.”
The boy smiled to himself as Bam walked quickly in the direction the stranger had come from. He slipped his papers inside his black notebook and turned to follow the odd American boy.
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OOH...so what d'ya think now? I regret to say updates won't be as frequent anymore. Chapters 1 and 2 were already written, and I just needed to edit them. So, now I'm back to writing it out again.
Warning: For the mention or exploration of heavy/controversial themes such as abuse, rape, death, religion, and the afterlife. Read at your own risk. I’m not responsible for contradicting the beliefs of any viewer. This is simply a work of fiction.
Author: swampwitch9666
Rating: R to NC-17…this story will probably get ugly
Summary: What happens when two broken spirits crash into each other?
Disclaimer: I own little to nothing. Obviously, many of the characters themselves are not mine. Much of the storyline itself follows a very archetypal pattern, and I must admit based on the lives of people I know personally. I also must plead exaggeration in the name of fiction, as some things don’t make completely logical sense, so try to bear with me.
A/N: This story is really my attempt to perfect the goal of another story I wrote here called The Endless. I am not trying to copy myself completely, but will probably do that a few times…so sorry if anyone recognizes a strange similarity between this new one and the story I never finished so very long ago.
Prologue(November Spawned a Monster)
Apathetic Mourning
Chapter 2
There was a girl running head-on toward him. Her arms flailed at him, and she was yelling something like, “Bam! Oh my Gawd I haven’t seen you in like forever!” Her hair flew behind her in a dirty yellow cloud. He almost smiled, thinking he’d probably had a nightmare like this before.
It was Missy.
“Bam, have you been doing okay? I’m so sorry; I bet it’s been terrible for you! You two were so close.” She threw her surprisingly strong arms around him, as if she’d never given up on him as ‘too depressing’ over the summer and stopped calling him or picking up the phone. It felt like she had just broken a rib.
“Heh. Hi, Miss. How are you?” He didn’t have much to say. What with his lung smashed against his broken rib and busting open and everything…what could he say to her anyway? He was so sick of people acting like this. His life since the funeral had consisted of stranger after ridiculous stranger feeling the need to smother him with hugs and kisses. And, now Missy was hanging onto his neck. Did this make her his girlfriend again? He wanted to spit; maybe she would leave him alone like she had all summer.
“You know, you could have called me.” Bitch!….bitchbitchbitchbitch… She put on her sad face, which consisted of bugged-out, tear-drenched eyes and a huge lower lip. It had always been ridiculous, but for once he really had to bite himself to keep from bursting out in sinister laughter.
“You never checked your answering machine?” He was ready to blow up in her face…this really wasn’t making him feel too good right now.
“I know, I didn’t answer you for awhile. I was mad. But, then I thought maybe you needed some time to yourself.”
“Whatever…”
“Babe, you can just be so selfish sometimes. You didn’t seem to care about me at all. I mean, I know your brother died, and that’s horrible. But, I’m still here. You could have talked to me.”
“Look, I have to get to class, so…see you later.” At this, he threw her hard, bony arms off him, not wanting to even look at her anymore.
Self-absorbed or not, he thought he knew the answer to his question now…she wasn’t his girlfriend. She never had been.
He suddenly had somewhere important to go, or rather, something very important to get away from. He walked until she stopped yelling and was out of his sight. Her stupid antics were going to make him late for his next class. He cursed silently when he realized there was no one else in the hall. It was time for English Comp 4.0, one of those classes that had an odd mix between slacking seniors that weren’t in Advanced Placement and obnoxious little juniors on the honor roll. Not much to look forward to, but he’d already screwed up enough today.
He made a dash down the hall that quickly became a full run.
~~~
He was suddenly alone, and running like there’d never been a rule passed against it. Through the school halls, to his English class. The tardy bell would ring any second. There was a certain freedom to it. Hopefully no one would see him loping by like this…he knew it probably looked crazy but he couldn’t stop grinning.
No, he wasn’t really free. Only losing his senses. Missy had set him off again and this was apparently what he did in response. She’d been nonexistent since the summer. His brother had disappeared sometime in April and as Bam worried more and cooed to her less, she began to disappear too. Well, what the fuck would she have done? The idiot didn’t even show signs of acknowledging this might affect him a bit? The police didn’t find Jess’s body until June, a mangled up corpse sunken in a lake about 75 miles north of Philadelphia. He hung half out of his car, traces of blood everywhere…in the seats and caked on the windshield, all over his face and clothes. There’d been a handgun in the passenger seat, but no bullets found anywhere in Jess’s body, and no traces of another person in the vehicle. One arrogant detective had suggested suicide, but the authorities had to make sure, and they conducted a half-ass investigation on him. They still hadn’t determined what had become of Jess: if someone had murdered him, who could have done it, and how to go about finding them. They said they would inform the Margeras of what they concluded.
Bam didn’t even have the closure of knowing what the hell had happened to him, but he just couldn’t believe Jess would kill himself. Jess would have never…he’d loved life, and was actually cheering Bam up all the time when he got depressed and wanted to die. Someone else had to have done this. And, Bam was hell-bent on killing the bastard.
He ran faster, his lope changing to a sprint. He still had half of a building to run through. He must have been walking very slowly at first; he didn’t know how he’d gotten so off track with the time. He sped up, loving the adrenaline racing through his body, a sense of the slightly insane gripping him.
He came up on an intersection in the hall, which led to a set of three stair steps, bathrooms, and a vending machine. He needed to go left. He was planning how he would turn the corner sharp without slowing down, like a drag racer might do, coordinating his every step with the change of direction he would soon perform. He lined himself up just so, to brush by the edge of the inner corner before making a clean transition without hitting the opposite wall.
Just as he approached the corner, someone stepped out right in front of him. He didn’t even get a chance to look before he slammed right into them and took them to the floor with him. He knew he’d knocked the air out of their lungs, the only noise the other made being a sharp gasp followed by abject silence.
He knew it was a male, as the chest his head awkwardly landed in was flat. He didn’t move for a while. He hurt and wasn’t sure what had happened, and why he’d been running through the halls so fast to begin with.
He was thinking about how to get up, but the other’s hands shoved him away roughly before he could figure it out himself.
Bam sat up on his knees, shaking his head slightly to get the dizziness out. His eyes finally focused to see what he’d ran into, freezing the moment they landed on what lie in front of him.
It was a boy, certainly…but he looked so pretty and delicate Bam’s eyes widened with shock. Silky black hair fell past his shoulders; his sparkling eyes were painted with kohl and his lips rouged like a girl’s. His skin nearly glowed white, like alabaster or porcelain. Bam didn’t think people like this existed. He didn’t realize exactly where his thoughts were going, but he knew this boy was perfection. He was still lying in the floor, long thin legs bent at the knees and covered by tight black jeans. He wore a long-sleeved indigo shirt like a second skin, showing more of his figure than many girls were comfortable doing. He was so thin, he probably hinged on the edge of underweight. But, he was…beautiful. There was no other way to go about describing him.
He had his hands to each side of his body. He lie there still, not even attempting to get up. Large jade eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment, and then glanced up at him.
Bam wasn’t entirely sure what to say to him. If it’d just been ‘some guy’ he would’ve said ‘Sorry dude’ and helped him with the scattered papers and books everywhere and hopefully not gotten into a fight with him. But, this wasn’t our average boy he’d just happened to ram into…
He stood up, still a little stunned, finding himself pouring out words nervously.
“God, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?”
He shook his head slowly…Bam wasn’t sure if the boy was registering everything. He looked very dazed, or shocked…something wasn’t right.
He reached his hand out, “Here, I can help you up.”
The boy waved his hand away, lifting himself in the process, “No thank you; I can stand.” His voice. Bam was going to beat himself when he found some alone time. He shouldn’t feel excitement like this. If this person wasn’t pretty enough to look at, his voice was so beautiful and strange: there was an accent, almost Russian sounding, but softer. And, to make matters worse, he smiled a wave of heat that went up Bam’s spinal cord. He wasn’t American, that was for sure. At this point Bam was wondering if he was even from Earth.
When the boy stood up straight, he was about the same height as Bam, maybe a half-inch taller. Bam suddenly felt very small, however. The boy was even more overwhelming when those gorgeous eyes were level with his.
“Here, let me get these. This is all my fault anyway.” He found himself scrambling in the floor trying to gather this beautiful prince’s books and papers and pens. The deity only stood there, bemused.
There hadn’t been too much to pick up, but he’d still made a mess of his loose papers. He had everything stacked, probably horribly wrong, but handed it all to him anyway. There seemed to be a distinct effort on the boy’s part not to touch Bam’s hands when he took the papers.
The stranger grinned, “Were you very rushed?”
“Uh, had to get to class, I don’t know. I didn’t think there’d be anyone pop out right there, like you just did.”
“Hmm. No, that was unlikely.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t give you a concussion or anything, right?”
“I’ve lived through worse.”
“You’re not mad at me, then?”
“Not if you tell me how to get to English Comp. 4.0. I think it’s room 124. I’m new here, obviously.” Bam’s eyes lit up. He had a class with him? Bam thought maybe he’d need a trip to the bathroom first so he wouldn’t pee himself.
The tardy bell rang very loudly, leaving the two strangers staring silently at one another.
“I think I know where that is. I’m going there, too. Just come with me.”
The boy smiled to himself as Bam walked quickly in the direction the stranger had come from. He slipped his papers inside his black notebook and turned to follow the odd American boy.
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OOH...so what d'ya think now? I regret to say updates won't be as frequent anymore. Chapters 1 and 2 were already written, and I just needed to edit them. So, now I'm back to writing it out again.