Pieces, Ch. 1
Title: Pieces Ch. 1.
Characters: Will, Emma, Terri (mentioned).
Rating: PG for now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, even though I wish I did. If I did, then I could convince Matt that I'm awesome, and persuade him to have his way with me. haha. :)
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I listened to "Pieces" by Red, and got inspired.
Takes place after "Sectionals".
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As the morning broke, and the sunlight streamed through the open window in Will's kitchen, he awoke with a start. A small puddle of drool marking his face's territory on the table.
A pain in the lower part of his back soared through him as he moved to sit up from the kitchen table, which was now covered with unpaid bills and boxes full of Terri's things.
Terri. The woman who he had loved for so many years. The woman whose ghost still lingered in every dark corner of the apartment.
His head ached. He stood from the table, using a hand to steady himself as his vision spun. Closing his tired eyes, he took a step forward, his foot landing on an empty whiskey bottle...
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Before he went to bed last night, Will was calm. Rational. He was still reeling from his failed marriage and the loss of Emma, but clung to that flicker of hope that everything would somehow work out.
Once he turned off the evening news and entered the bedroom, with its cold sheets and crumpled pillows, the lonesome chill in the apartment reached its long fingers out to stroke his tired face, running its fingers through his messy hair.
He stood in the doorway for nearly ten minutes before realizing that he needed a drink. A stiff one. One that would knock him out, help him sleep, and forget all his troubles if only for a few hours.
After a few glasses, the pain remained. It was like the alcohol was fuel to the smoldering hurt inside. Once ignited, the fire swelled and took over. He became a crazed man, throwing picture frames, magnets, DVDs, pillows, shampoo, and everything that was Terri's, or reminded him of Terri, into boxes.
She left about a week ago for her sister's, but Will had yet to rid his apartment... their old apartment... of her belongings.
At around three in the morning, four boxes later, he collapsed at the kitchen table, emotionally and physically exhausted. His rage had quelled significantly and he was tired. He tried to cry, to try and relieve some of the tension inside, but couldn't.
Eventually, sleep overtook him.
Three hours later, Will was still drained. He tried to perk up, with the knowledge that he had to be at work in a couple hours, but it was useless. The dark circles under his eyes gave him away.
He phoned Principal Figgins to tell him he wouldn't be in today, and decided to take a shower. Maybe the steam would help erase the feelings of desertion and failure.
Stripping himself of the previous day's clothes, he made his way into the bathroom. He turned the water to the precise temperature and stepped in, letting the water overtake him.
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Only slightly more energized, Will emerged from the shower a short while later. Drying himself with the nearest towel, he moved to acknowledge his appearance in the mirror.
His eyes, normally filled with vast emotion and vigor, were hollow. The green color seemed to be drained from them and replaced by gray rings that lied underneath. The stubble that marked his unshaven cheeks even looked tired.
His cell phone rang from the kitchen, emerging him from his emotionless state.
He picked it up without glancing at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Will? Hey, uh, it's me. I heard from Figgins that you weren't coming in today. I uh, was just wondering if everything was okay."
Her voice. Her sweet, angellic voice flooded his mind.
"Yeah, Emma. I'm fine." he replied. "Think I might be coming down with something is all."
"Oh." there was a pause. "Well, um, I hope that you get better, Will. I'll talk to you later."
"Yep. Bye."
He had to lie. He knew her. If she knew why he really wasn't there, she'd come over. She'd come over, comfort him, and try to make him feel better.
But it woudln't work. After all, they hadn't even really had any interaction with eachother for a few weeks now.
No, he needed time alone. Time to think and process. After all, Emma didn't want to deal with this. His "issues", she had called them.
He had to do it alone.
He walked to the bedroom, dropped the towel from around his waist, and got dressed.
He had an agenda.
Today was the day he would purge his apartment, and his life, of the disastrous ruins of his failed marriage with Terri.
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Characters: Will, Emma, Terri (mentioned).
Rating: PG for now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, even though I wish I did. If I did, then I could convince Matt that I'm awesome, and persuade him to have his way with me. haha. :)
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I listened to "Pieces" by Red, and got inspired.
Takes place after "Sectionals".
------
As the morning broke, and the sunlight streamed through the open window in Will's kitchen, he awoke with a start. A small puddle of drool marking his face's territory on the table.
A pain in the lower part of his back soared through him as he moved to sit up from the kitchen table, which was now covered with unpaid bills and boxes full of Terri's things.
Terri. The woman who he had loved for so many years. The woman whose ghost still lingered in every dark corner of the apartment.
His head ached. He stood from the table, using a hand to steady himself as his vision spun. Closing his tired eyes, he took a step forward, his foot landing on an empty whiskey bottle...
~
Before he went to bed last night, Will was calm. Rational. He was still reeling from his failed marriage and the loss of Emma, but clung to that flicker of hope that everything would somehow work out.
Once he turned off the evening news and entered the bedroom, with its cold sheets and crumpled pillows, the lonesome chill in the apartment reached its long fingers out to stroke his tired face, running its fingers through his messy hair.
He stood in the doorway for nearly ten minutes before realizing that he needed a drink. A stiff one. One that would knock him out, help him sleep, and forget all his troubles if only for a few hours.
After a few glasses, the pain remained. It was like the alcohol was fuel to the smoldering hurt inside. Once ignited, the fire swelled and took over. He became a crazed man, throwing picture frames, magnets, DVDs, pillows, shampoo, and everything that was Terri's, or reminded him of Terri, into boxes.
She left about a week ago for her sister's, but Will had yet to rid his apartment... their old apartment... of her belongings.
At around three in the morning, four boxes later, he collapsed at the kitchen table, emotionally and physically exhausted. His rage had quelled significantly and he was tired. He tried to cry, to try and relieve some of the tension inside, but couldn't.
Eventually, sleep overtook him.
Three hours later, Will was still drained. He tried to perk up, with the knowledge that he had to be at work in a couple hours, but it was useless. The dark circles under his eyes gave him away.
He phoned Principal Figgins to tell him he wouldn't be in today, and decided to take a shower. Maybe the steam would help erase the feelings of desertion and failure.
Stripping himself of the previous day's clothes, he made his way into the bathroom. He turned the water to the precise temperature and stepped in, letting the water overtake him.
~
Only slightly more energized, Will emerged from the shower a short while later. Drying himself with the nearest towel, he moved to acknowledge his appearance in the mirror.
His eyes, normally filled with vast emotion and vigor, were hollow. The green color seemed to be drained from them and replaced by gray rings that lied underneath. The stubble that marked his unshaven cheeks even looked tired.
His cell phone rang from the kitchen, emerging him from his emotionless state.
He picked it up without glancing at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Will? Hey, uh, it's me. I heard from Figgins that you weren't coming in today. I uh, was just wondering if everything was okay."
Her voice. Her sweet, angellic voice flooded his mind.
"Yeah, Emma. I'm fine." he replied. "Think I might be coming down with something is all."
"Oh." there was a pause. "Well, um, I hope that you get better, Will. I'll talk to you later."
"Yep. Bye."
He had to lie. He knew her. If she knew why he really wasn't there, she'd come over. She'd come over, comfort him, and try to make him feel better.
But it woudln't work. After all, they hadn't even really had any interaction with eachother for a few weeks now.
No, he needed time alone. Time to think and process. After all, Emma didn't want to deal with this. His "issues", she had called them.
He had to do it alone.
He walked to the bedroom, dropped the towel from around his waist, and got dressed.
He had an agenda.
Today was the day he would purge his apartment, and his life, of the disastrous ruins of his failed marriage with Terri.
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