We Fade To Black; The Diary Of Mercia Söderström. ('Our Infinite Struggle' side-story thing.)
Title: We Fade To Black.
Author: My little sister, Jonna (she's 8).
Rating: I dunno, PG-13 (Language)
Pairing: I don't know, you'll have to ask her.
Summary: It's a side-story, I dunno. I suck at summaries.
Disclaimer: We own nothing, no one, nada.
We Fade To Black
The Diary Of Mercia Söderström.
丧
Okay, Migé talked me into writing in a journal, I guess it’s because he writes in his, I agreed and he bought me this journal. I’ve kept other journals, but they always got stolen or set on fire, shit like that. I know I don’t have the best of handwriting but I will try to make it as neat and legible as possible.
丧
March 4th, 2005.
I awoke around nine-thirty this morning. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, did my hair, and went downstairs. Migé was talking to Ville. I walked into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and Linde was sitting alone. So I sat next to him and gave him my coffee, he downed it. It killed me to see him like this; he was in his depressive phase. He needed someone to do things with him and talk to him, and since nobody wants to be that person, I have to (and of course, I have no problem with that.) I heard Migé and Ville laughing about something and I guess Linde heard it too cause he just hung his head. I sat thinking about what to say to the poor guy.
“Linde?” I finally asked. He looked over at me.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He said getting more coffee.
“You do?” He nodded. “Then tell me.”
“Why should I-“I interrupted.
“Right now I want you to tell me what to think!” I snapped at him. Ville and Migé come in.
“Would one of you tell us what the hell is going on in here, and in no more than fifty words.” Ville says, looking at us.
“No problem.” I say. I glanced over at Migé. “How bout I use three.” I turned my attention back to Ville, who nods. I continued. “Go to Hell!”
I was suddenly stricken with an idea and I ran to the attic/studio and wrote.
“If I was drowning in the sea
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star
Would you be right there to catch me?
If I was dreaming of your kiss
Would you look right through me?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you
If my heart was sadder than a song
Would you still listen?
If my tears fell on you, one by one
Would you see them glisten?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm just dancing on the roof
Every single thing you say makes me want to run away
Sometimes love's a rainy day but life goes on
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
But I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you”
丧
“You know, if you wrote neater it would be easier to read over your shoulder.”
I swung around, coming face-to-face with Linde.
“I thought I locked the door.” I replied, getting up and scanning the paper to the laptop.
“you didn’t even close it.” He said, lying down on the couch. “So what was that about me telling you what to think?”
I couldn’t believe I actually said that to him. I quickly had to come up with a lie to tell him. Rule number one about this subject was “never tell the truth.” I still can’t fucking believe I told him that. I’m pulled back down to Earth when he spoke.
“It’s okay. Ville left and Migé went with him, I’ll be reading Migé’s journal if you need me.”
She says comments are appriceated.
Author: My little sister, Jonna (she's 8).
Rating: I dunno, PG-13 (Language)
Pairing: I don't know, you'll have to ask her.
Summary: It's a side-story, I dunno. I suck at summaries.
Disclaimer: We own nothing, no one, nada.
We Fade To Black
The Diary Of Mercia Söderström.
丧
Okay, Migé talked me into writing in a journal, I guess it’s because he writes in his, I agreed and he bought me this journal. I’ve kept other journals, but they always got stolen or set on fire, shit like that. I know I don’t have the best of handwriting but I will try to make it as neat and legible as possible.
丧
March 4th, 2005.
I awoke around nine-thirty this morning. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, did my hair, and went downstairs. Migé was talking to Ville. I walked into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and Linde was sitting alone. So I sat next to him and gave him my coffee, he downed it. It killed me to see him like this; he was in his depressive phase. He needed someone to do things with him and talk to him, and since nobody wants to be that person, I have to (and of course, I have no problem with that.) I heard Migé and Ville laughing about something and I guess Linde heard it too cause he just hung his head. I sat thinking about what to say to the poor guy.
“Linde?” I finally asked. He looked over at me.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He said getting more coffee.
“You do?” He nodded. “Then tell me.”
“Why should I-“I interrupted.
“Right now I want you to tell me what to think!” I snapped at him. Ville and Migé come in.
“Would one of you tell us what the hell is going on in here, and in no more than fifty words.” Ville says, looking at us.
“No problem.” I say. I glanced over at Migé. “How bout I use three.” I turned my attention back to Ville, who nods. I continued. “Go to Hell!”
I was suddenly stricken with an idea and I ran to the attic/studio and wrote.
“If I was drowning in the sea
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star
Would you be right there to catch me?
If I was dreaming of your kiss
Would you look right through me?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you
If my heart was sadder than a song
Would you still listen?
If my tears fell on you, one by one
Would you see them glisten?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm just dancing on the roof
Every single thing you say makes me want to run away
Sometimes love's a rainy day but life goes on
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
But I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you”
丧
“You know, if you wrote neater it would be easier to read over your shoulder.”
I swung around, coming face-to-face with Linde.
“I thought I locked the door.” I replied, getting up and scanning the paper to the laptop.
“you didn’t even close it.” He said, lying down on the couch. “So what was that about me telling you what to think?”
I couldn’t believe I actually said that to him. I quickly had to come up with a lie to tell him. Rule number one about this subject was “never tell the truth.” I still can’t fucking believe I told him that. I’m pulled back down to Earth when he spoke.
“It’s okay. Ville left and Migé went with him, I’ll be reading Migé’s journal if you need me.”
She says comments are appriceated.