Addicted 4
Title: Addicted
Chapter: Four
Rating: PG to PG-13
Warning(s): none
Pairing: Will/Anna
Summary: After their relationship falls apart, they're left to pick up the pieces, only to fall deeper into the sins of life.
Author's Note: School, life, family, friends etc. has caught up with me and taken over my focus. I became loaded up with work and could never find time to think nor write this story. Coupled with a horrid case of writer's block, I have become the worst writer ever. I apologize for my long absence from the story and the shortness of it. I only hope that you'll give it another go with me.
x-poster to willanna_teacup and narniaroyalty
Empty. That one word was enough to describe the hollowness flowing throughout her as she lay sprawled out on the floor of her apartment, bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window nearby. Dried lines of tears mark her face, while her brown eyes are rimmed with ruby red that tapers off into fingers over the rest of her eyes. Her throat has dried out from her uncontrollable sobbing from before which has torn her throat raw until she can hardly exhale. Sorrow, pain, and loss wash over her like waves, reminding her constantly of what she lost. Of the very person that she let walk out of that door because she was too stupid and wrapped up in her sadistic games to stop him in time, in time to keep him here beside her. Where she wanted, no, needed him to be.
More raw pain ran through her veins as she gave a feeble attempt to sit upright. Her eyes were still bleary from her past hours of mourning as the sunlight intruded even more into her field of vision. Standing up, she shuffled her way into her bathroom, and came face-to-face with herself in the bathroom mirror attached to her medicine cabinet. New tears sprung to her eyes as she truly witnesses her degraded form with her own eyes for the first time in years. What have I done to myself? She precariously edged away from her disgruntled figure in the mirror and sat down on the edge of her bath tub, hugs herself, and let the tears fall anew down her bare arms. Keep this up, Anna, she thought to herself, and you’ll end up like you did after Mark. Stopping her crying at the thought of him, she tightened her grip on her upper arms, causing half-moon circles to appear, and shuttered from the repulsive memories of her past relationship before him.
- - -
Everything had been great; Mark was handsome, considerate, smart, and not to mention easy on the eyes, and he was hers. No longer was she the wallflower watching her friends get the guys, but she had her own, and was in love. Truly, deeply, head over heels in love.
But every happy situation comes with a price, and she soon discovered what exactly her sister had been showing Mark about her new house when she walked in on them in the midst of their passion.
Being young, almost naïve in a way, she shattered instantaneously. Breaking up with him on the spot, she became a shell of her former self and swore off of love, knowing from her one experience with it that it is only a dream written about by Shakespeare.
But when Will entered her life during the castings for The Chronicles of Narnia movies, everything changed and she found herself falling, against her will and all of her sense, in love once again. And hearing about Will cheating on her with that girl shattered her once again. Except this time instead of becoming a recluse, she was introduced to the devil in a beverage form, alcohol, and sold her soul to it without a second thought. But after seeing Will anew after all of these years of her self-imposed anguish and torment, her plastered façade of alcohol and false independence crumbled leaving her with the question: Why does he still have this pull over me? Why am I still affected by him after all of the things that he has done to me?
Not finding her answers in the tiled floor of her bathroom, her mind fleets to the thought of drowning it all out again with alcohol, but she stops herself. After seeing just how kind the liquid devil is to her, she can no longer find solace in it: the draw of the liquid over her has broken, and she is left with all of the thoughts that she had pushed away for so long that could never be drowned out. Her resolve set, Anna walks into the kitchen, pillages her liquor supply, and sends her old therapist down the drain of her kitchen sink. Even knowing what she does, she tries to find answers in the swirling of the alcohol down the drain, but it helps her no further than her bathroom tiles. The only place she can find the answers is in herself, and that is the scariest solution of them all.
- ~ -
1:25. Will groaned and turned his back to his clock once again, facing the skyline view of the city outside of his flat window. He finds himself in his bed, dwindling away the hours once again after consuming three cups of tea, flipping through the television selection, and failing at reading a book. Thoughts of last night’s disastrous outing race through his mind, and he is only left to grab at an abstract conclusion to the problems that presented themselves last night.
The evening had started out wonderfully, but slowly and steadily decreased until the atomic bomb dropped and all that was left was wreckage. He thought that Anna had finally turned around; she had finally forgiven him. But first appearances aren’t everything, and Will was fooled into a false hope. Being around Anna last night was like trying to please an angered cobra snake: nothing you do will calm it down until it strikes. And boy, did she strike last night.
Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he recalls how powerful that first kiss had been. Every pent up emotion that they had both experienced over the past years of their separation had gone into it and it turned into a passionate combination of forgiveness, love, anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and everything in between. Yet he didn’t view the situation like Anna, and soon found himself pounding at her locked bathroom door while she tried to finish her torturing of him. But once the reality sunk in, Will realized how raw Anna had left him after last night. He had tried every way of making Anna understand his side of the story, to try and get her to turn her thinking around, but nothing worked. He was left grasping at the one thing that he couldn’t have.
Sighing, Will rubbed his arm on his neck hoping for something to turn Anna around. Because after all of these years of cheap whores and shallow relationships, he came to the dead end that nothing can replace Anna. No amount of money, women, or success can replace her smile, kiss, and her essence. The things that made her Anna are the things that made him fall in love with her. And with her gone, Will has a part of him missing that no amount of debauchery can fill in.
His doorbell rang out of the blue, and he scrambled to the door, and came face-to-face with Anna.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall come. But in this case, the devil wasn’t a devil at all; but Anna. And here she was, on his doorstep, gathering up her intellect and emotions, and managed a, “I’m sorry,” before breaking down into his arms.
Chapter: Four
Rating: PG to PG-13
Warning(s): none
Pairing: Will/Anna
Summary: After their relationship falls apart, they're left to pick up the pieces, only to fall deeper into the sins of life.
Author's Note: School, life, family, friends etc. has caught up with me and taken over my focus. I became loaded up with work and could never find time to think nor write this story. Coupled with a horrid case of writer's block, I have become the worst writer ever. I apologize for my long absence from the story and the shortness of it. I only hope that you'll give it another go with me.
x-poster to willanna_teacup and narniaroyalty
Empty. That one word was enough to describe the hollowness flowing throughout her as she lay sprawled out on the floor of her apartment, bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window nearby. Dried lines of tears mark her face, while her brown eyes are rimmed with ruby red that tapers off into fingers over the rest of her eyes. Her throat has dried out from her uncontrollable sobbing from before which has torn her throat raw until she can hardly exhale. Sorrow, pain, and loss wash over her like waves, reminding her constantly of what she lost. Of the very person that she let walk out of that door because she was too stupid and wrapped up in her sadistic games to stop him in time, in time to keep him here beside her. Where she wanted, no, needed him to be.
More raw pain ran through her veins as she gave a feeble attempt to sit upright. Her eyes were still bleary from her past hours of mourning as the sunlight intruded even more into her field of vision. Standing up, she shuffled her way into her bathroom, and came face-to-face with herself in the bathroom mirror attached to her medicine cabinet. New tears sprung to her eyes as she truly witnesses her degraded form with her own eyes for the first time in years. What have I done to myself? She precariously edged away from her disgruntled figure in the mirror and sat down on the edge of her bath tub, hugs herself, and let the tears fall anew down her bare arms. Keep this up, Anna, she thought to herself, and you’ll end up like you did after Mark. Stopping her crying at the thought of him, she tightened her grip on her upper arms, causing half-moon circles to appear, and shuttered from the repulsive memories of her past relationship before him.
- - -
Everything had been great; Mark was handsome, considerate, smart, and not to mention easy on the eyes, and he was hers. No longer was she the wallflower watching her friends get the guys, but she had her own, and was in love. Truly, deeply, head over heels in love.
But every happy situation comes with a price, and she soon discovered what exactly her sister had been showing Mark about her new house when she walked in on them in the midst of their passion.
Being young, almost naïve in a way, she shattered instantaneously. Breaking up with him on the spot, she became a shell of her former self and swore off of love, knowing from her one experience with it that it is only a dream written about by Shakespeare.
But when Will entered her life during the castings for The Chronicles of Narnia movies, everything changed and she found herself falling, against her will and all of her sense, in love once again. And hearing about Will cheating on her with that girl shattered her once again. Except this time instead of becoming a recluse, she was introduced to the devil in a beverage form, alcohol, and sold her soul to it without a second thought. But after seeing Will anew after all of these years of her self-imposed anguish and torment, her plastered façade of alcohol and false independence crumbled leaving her with the question: Why does he still have this pull over me? Why am I still affected by him after all of the things that he has done to me?
Not finding her answers in the tiled floor of her bathroom, her mind fleets to the thought of drowning it all out again with alcohol, but she stops herself. After seeing just how kind the liquid devil is to her, she can no longer find solace in it: the draw of the liquid over her has broken, and she is left with all of the thoughts that she had pushed away for so long that could never be drowned out. Her resolve set, Anna walks into the kitchen, pillages her liquor supply, and sends her old therapist down the drain of her kitchen sink. Even knowing what she does, she tries to find answers in the swirling of the alcohol down the drain, but it helps her no further than her bathroom tiles. The only place she can find the answers is in herself, and that is the scariest solution of them all.
- ~ -
1:25. Will groaned and turned his back to his clock once again, facing the skyline view of the city outside of his flat window. He finds himself in his bed, dwindling away the hours once again after consuming three cups of tea, flipping through the television selection, and failing at reading a book. Thoughts of last night’s disastrous outing race through his mind, and he is only left to grab at an abstract conclusion to the problems that presented themselves last night.
The evening had started out wonderfully, but slowly and steadily decreased until the atomic bomb dropped and all that was left was wreckage. He thought that Anna had finally turned around; she had finally forgiven him. But first appearances aren’t everything, and Will was fooled into a false hope. Being around Anna last night was like trying to please an angered cobra snake: nothing you do will calm it down until it strikes. And boy, did she strike last night.
Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he recalls how powerful that first kiss had been. Every pent up emotion that they had both experienced over the past years of their separation had gone into it and it turned into a passionate combination of forgiveness, love, anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and everything in between. Yet he didn’t view the situation like Anna, and soon found himself pounding at her locked bathroom door while she tried to finish her torturing of him. But once the reality sunk in, Will realized how raw Anna had left him after last night. He had tried every way of making Anna understand his side of the story, to try and get her to turn her thinking around, but nothing worked. He was left grasping at the one thing that he couldn’t have.
Sighing, Will rubbed his arm on his neck hoping for something to turn Anna around. Because after all of these years of cheap whores and shallow relationships, he came to the dead end that nothing can replace Anna. No amount of money, women, or success can replace her smile, kiss, and her essence. The things that made her Anna are the things that made him fall in love with her. And with her gone, Will has a part of him missing that no amount of debauchery can fill in.
His doorbell rang out of the blue, and he scrambled to the door, and came face-to-face with Anna.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall come. But in this case, the devil wasn’t a devil at all; but Anna. And here she was, on his doorstep, gathering up her intellect and emotions, and managed a, “I’m sorry,” before breaking down into his arms.