Alrighty, so...
My internet hasn't been working lately. I'm on my laptop at the library right now. Hopefully I'll have more time [read: excuses] to get over here in the future as well.
In the past few days I've been writing a lot of fics, so since there's not much to say [and since I haven't seen OotP yet], here ya go!
Not my best but mlehh...
Oh and again, I suck with names so they're just[name], [name2], and [name3] sometimes.
Playing Back Memories
Every once in a while, I put my head in my hands and I close my eyes, trying to convince myself that none of this is real. That it's all a dream. Or a movie, maybe. One of those movies where you sit in the theater, and it just ... sucks you it. Sometimes I wish that this isn't really happening to me. But then, I open my eyes, and the hospital stench fills my lungs ... and I realise that no amount of wishing could undo all of this.
-
I sighed, leaning my head back against the pillow. "Sofia darling, we're just glad you're alive." my mother spoke. Dad sat next to her and nodded, not saying a word. He never liked hospitals. "Now listen." her voice became stern again. "Your father and I have to go to work, but we'll be back afterwards, alright?" I nodded and smiled. I hadn't spoken a word since what happened and I certainly wasn't going to speak to them.
Not after I found out they had abandoned me at birth.
Slowly, I sunk under the covers and seeped into the mattress like morning rain, wincing as I leaned accidentally on my bandaged arm. The door opened and I made the mistake of using the very same arm to try and prop me up. I winced again as it crumpled underneath my weight, and tried to use my good arm to lift myself off of it.
Two hands helped me turn onto my back. Two hands that had pushed against my door only seconds ago. I looked up into a pair of crystal blue eyes with wisps of midnight hanging in front of them. "Drake." My first word since I ended up in the hospital was the name of the one I love. He should be honored.
Slowly, he lowered his lips onto mine, wrapping his arms around me and at the same time, making sure not to crush my fragile left arm. He felt warm. He smelled like warm. Hell, he even tasted like warm. Warm with a hint of passion and a dash of midnight, stirred to perfection. That was my name for him. Midnight, I mean. But I dare not let him know that, for he had always hated nicknames, especially secret ones.
"Sofia." He breathed, tingling my lips, which were only inches away from his. "Sofia, I've missed you so much." I smiled up at him, his eyes winking at me without batting an eyelid.
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear your voice again." I said, grinning.
His face then grew stone serious. "Sofia, I need you to remember who did this to you."
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow. "I told you on the phone, I couldn't see his face well because of the lighting. Or lack there of, I should say." He grasped my hands in his.
"Close your eyes." I obeyed. "Try and remember." I felt a cool hand placed against my forehead and was taken back into my mind.
-
I was taken back to a dark alley. A hooded man. I was but an outsider looking in this time. I could see myself, frozen in a memory, clutching my black purse. 'No Sofia, run, he has a gun!' I shouted at the me with the purse down on the ground. But I couldn't hear me.
I floated down from the rooftop, hovering right next to myself. The scene began to play and the man pulled out a gun. All I could see was a pale, hooked nose portruding from under the hood. I reached out to push back the hood, but my hand went right through his head. The scene paused, and the spot where my fingers had hit his head rippled like water. I withdrew and the scene continued.
I watched as the gun was held up against my head. As I shoved it aside and ran, farther into the alley. I had been such an idiot. The gunshots and screaming sounded were muffled, and the tears falling matched the red dripping down my arm. I instinctively grabbed my left arm and squeezed it, holding back a wince. The deep, dark laughter as he ran towards me, as I stumbled and hit the floor.
"You fool." his words dripped with hate. With greed. With blood. He stalked up and grabbed the purse that was inches from my outstretched hand. Blood was everywhere by now. It stained my clothes and left little puddles everywhere. It traced down my arms and clung to the ends of my long blonde hair. I watched as he kicked me in the head, knocking me out instantly.
Then, he turned. He walked towards where I stood, eyes glaring straight at me, as if he knew I was there. He walked right through me, or maybe I went through him. It was hard to tell, but it felt like I had dove under water and risen out dry, somehow.
And as our faces were inched apart and he passed, I recognised him. And I wished I hadn't.
-
I felt the hand release itself. "How did you ... " He lifted a finger and held it against my lips, silencing me.
"Just tell me who."
I hesitated and closed my eyes. "It was Vincent." I said weakly. He inaudibly gasped and I released myself from his grasp, falling back against the pillow. I sighed. He stroked my hair.
"I love you."
"I know."
And then, I fell into a world of my own.
You Took Me By Surprise
"I hate you."
Those were words I spoke to him almost daily. However, they couldn't be further from the truth.
I glared icy blue arrows at him as he gave that lazy, arrogant smirk and ruffled his already ruffled red hair. I let out small, high-pitched "Hmph!" and spun around, my long brown hair flying out behind me as I took a step to storm off.
Much to my chagrin, he had managed to grab the ends of my hair like reigns, this time before it slapped him in the face. I winced and turned back around slowly and he pinned the full fist against my shoulder. I should really start wearing braids.
"I don't think you do." He said. Yep, there was definately a reason behind the root of the word 'cocky', and I was sure guys like him were it. He reached up and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
An "Mmm." escaped my lips as my eyes closed slowly; both totally involuntarily, of course. He chuckled and my cheeks flushed. Flustered, I slapped his hand away. He raised a single eyebrow. Our nonverbal comminucation was said to be the type only seen between lovers. I am perhaps the only one who disagrees with that. I can't even remember who brought it up originally, I just remember being so close to slapping them.
"Admit it [name], you're in love with me."
"Oh, aren't we all?" I shot back, my voice dripping in sarcasm as I rolled my eyes. "Now I would appreciate it if you would let go of my hair."
"That's not all you'd appreciate." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Eew!" I squealed, trying to shove him away. He somehow managed to grab my wrists together with one hand. Curse those big hands of his. The hand of his that held my hair tilted my chin up to look into his eyes. My glare softened as two golden suns melted my electric blue ice cubes. My face hung limp and I bit my tongue, trying to keep myself from closing up what little space there was between us.
"You're right." I said. "I don't hate you." But his expression knew that I wasn't finished. "I abhor you, with all my heart."
"Tsk tsk, I do believe you got a word wrong."
"I do believe you're wrong."
He sighed. "What, you don't believe me? You want proof?" I braved a nod, and before I realised it, our lips had connected. He had let go of my wrists with the one hand that now slid around my waist, and the other remained on the back of my head, both pressing me against him. My arms had somehow wrapped around his neck.
I 'Mmm'd again before I even realised what I was doing, and once I did, it was almost too late. My eyes shot open and I squeaked. Getting the message, he pulled away. I gasped for air.
"Now you can't honestly say you hate me now, can you?"
I opened my mouth to object, thought better of it, then closed it. "No." I said, hanging my head slightly. He smirked. "Now what?"
"I have a few ideas ... " He said, licking his upper lip.
"Uh, no." I spoke forcefully. Noticing he had let go of me, I spun around again, this time making sure my hair was nowhere within his reach. I walked towards the door and rested a hand on the door knob, creaking it open.
"Oh yeah." I remembered just before my exit. "Thanks for the gum."
Teenage Drama
Although it was lunchtime, and most of the students were in the cafeteria, one was not. If you stood in front of one of the classrooms, you could probably see her; a small black figure sitting on the root of a tall, twisting old oak. Not entirely black, of course, as although her pale face was curtained by her raven hair, her matching fingers could be seen peeking out of her fingerless gloves and laced together, hugging her legs to the rest of her body.
She was either crying or asleep, but no one could be sure which one.
Her best friend was the first to find her. Less pale than her curled up friend, she had short, dark brown hair that was almost purple and bright green eyes. "C'mon [name], let's just forget about him and go to lunch like normal." she said, sitting beside her friend.
The girl in black looked up. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red, and there were tear-stains on her cheeks and sleeves, all of which made it clear that she hadn't been sleeping. "I don't think I could stand to face him. Not after what he did. Not after the way he hurt me."
"Well you don't have to. We could eat at the other side of the cafeteria. The whole group, I mean, not just you and me."
The girl in black surpressed a smile. "Yeah alright." The other girl began to stand. "Wait. I still need to figure how to avoid him in the rest of my classes."
The girl's friend sat back down next to her and frowned slightly. "Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever, but when you're ready to face him, you'll know."
Then there were footsteps. Both girls looked up to see a familiar, smiling face. "[name2], what are you doing here?" The girl in black asked as she wiped away her tears, the grey in her eyes now even more visible.
"Just wanted to check how my two favorite girls are doing." His smile tilted to the side. "Which obviously isn't very well. Talking about me, or girl stuff, most likely." He said, making it sound more like a question.
"Guy problems." the friend said simply.
"Ahh. Considering I myself am one of those myself ... who am I kidding, I'd never be able to understand the female species." The two girls laughed. "Those are the smiles I came here hoping to see." he said. "Well, [name2], keep consoling her. If she needs it, that is. Anyway, I'll be back in the cafeteria." He jabbed his thumb towards the said building and turned around, only to be suddenly attacked from behind.
He stumbled and almost fell over before righting himself and turning around to see two laughing girls. "Alright alright, we're coming." said [name], still laughing.
[name3] smiled. "Ahh, that's what I thought. Reverse psychology, is it?"
"No, we just knew you'd never really leave." [name] said. "It's a girl thing. You wouldn't understand."
"Oh, of course, of course." he said, rolling his eyes.
And then, the three continued on their way to the cafeteria, where who knows what was going on, and who knows what would happen.
In the past few days I've been writing a lot of fics, so since there's not much to say [and since I haven't seen OotP yet], here ya go!
Not my best but mlehh...
Oh and again, I suck with names so they're just[name], [name2], and [name3] sometimes.
Playing Back Memories
Every once in a while, I put my head in my hands and I close my eyes, trying to convince myself that none of this is real. That it's all a dream. Or a movie, maybe. One of those movies where you sit in the theater, and it just ... sucks you it. Sometimes I wish that this isn't really happening to me. But then, I open my eyes, and the hospital stench fills my lungs ... and I realise that no amount of wishing could undo all of this.
-
I sighed, leaning my head back against the pillow. "Sofia darling, we're just glad you're alive." my mother spoke. Dad sat next to her and nodded, not saying a word. He never liked hospitals. "Now listen." her voice became stern again. "Your father and I have to go to work, but we'll be back afterwards, alright?" I nodded and smiled. I hadn't spoken a word since what happened and I certainly wasn't going to speak to them.
Not after I found out they had abandoned me at birth.
Slowly, I sunk under the covers and seeped into the mattress like morning rain, wincing as I leaned accidentally on my bandaged arm. The door opened and I made the mistake of using the very same arm to try and prop me up. I winced again as it crumpled underneath my weight, and tried to use my good arm to lift myself off of it.
Two hands helped me turn onto my back. Two hands that had pushed against my door only seconds ago. I looked up into a pair of crystal blue eyes with wisps of midnight hanging in front of them. "Drake." My first word since I ended up in the hospital was the name of the one I love. He should be honored.
Slowly, he lowered his lips onto mine, wrapping his arms around me and at the same time, making sure not to crush my fragile left arm. He felt warm. He smelled like warm. Hell, he even tasted like warm. Warm with a hint of passion and a dash of midnight, stirred to perfection. That was my name for him. Midnight, I mean. But I dare not let him know that, for he had always hated nicknames, especially secret ones.
"Sofia." He breathed, tingling my lips, which were only inches away from his. "Sofia, I've missed you so much." I smiled up at him, his eyes winking at me without batting an eyelid.
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear your voice again." I said, grinning.
His face then grew stone serious. "Sofia, I need you to remember who did this to you."
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow. "I told you on the phone, I couldn't see his face well because of the lighting. Or lack there of, I should say." He grasped my hands in his.
"Close your eyes." I obeyed. "Try and remember." I felt a cool hand placed against my forehead and was taken back into my mind.
-
I was taken back to a dark alley. A hooded man. I was but an outsider looking in this time. I could see myself, frozen in a memory, clutching my black purse. 'No Sofia, run, he has a gun!' I shouted at the me with the purse down on the ground. But I couldn't hear me.
I floated down from the rooftop, hovering right next to myself. The scene began to play and the man pulled out a gun. All I could see was a pale, hooked nose portruding from under the hood. I reached out to push back the hood, but my hand went right through his head. The scene paused, and the spot where my fingers had hit his head rippled like water. I withdrew and the scene continued.
I watched as the gun was held up against my head. As I shoved it aside and ran, farther into the alley. I had been such an idiot. The gunshots and screaming sounded were muffled, and the tears falling matched the red dripping down my arm. I instinctively grabbed my left arm and squeezed it, holding back a wince. The deep, dark laughter as he ran towards me, as I stumbled and hit the floor.
"You fool." his words dripped with hate. With greed. With blood. He stalked up and grabbed the purse that was inches from my outstretched hand. Blood was everywhere by now. It stained my clothes and left little puddles everywhere. It traced down my arms and clung to the ends of my long blonde hair. I watched as he kicked me in the head, knocking me out instantly.
Then, he turned. He walked towards where I stood, eyes glaring straight at me, as if he knew I was there. He walked right through me, or maybe I went through him. It was hard to tell, but it felt like I had dove under water and risen out dry, somehow.
And as our faces were inched apart and he passed, I recognised him. And I wished I hadn't.
-
I felt the hand release itself. "How did you ... " He lifted a finger and held it against my lips, silencing me.
"Just tell me who."
I hesitated and closed my eyes. "It was Vincent." I said weakly. He inaudibly gasped and I released myself from his grasp, falling back against the pillow. I sighed. He stroked my hair.
"I love you."
"I know."
And then, I fell into a world of my own.
You Took Me By Surprise
"I hate you."
Those were words I spoke to him almost daily. However, they couldn't be further from the truth.
I glared icy blue arrows at him as he gave that lazy, arrogant smirk and ruffled his already ruffled red hair. I let out small, high-pitched "Hmph!" and spun around, my long brown hair flying out behind me as I took a step to storm off.
Much to my chagrin, he had managed to grab the ends of my hair like reigns, this time before it slapped him in the face. I winced and turned back around slowly and he pinned the full fist against my shoulder. I should really start wearing braids.
"I don't think you do." He said. Yep, there was definately a reason behind the root of the word 'cocky', and I was sure guys like him were it. He reached up and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
An "Mmm." escaped my lips as my eyes closed slowly; both totally involuntarily, of course. He chuckled and my cheeks flushed. Flustered, I slapped his hand away. He raised a single eyebrow. Our nonverbal comminucation was said to be the type only seen between lovers. I am perhaps the only one who disagrees with that. I can't even remember who brought it up originally, I just remember being so close to slapping them.
"Admit it [name], you're in love with me."
"Oh, aren't we all?" I shot back, my voice dripping in sarcasm as I rolled my eyes. "Now I would appreciate it if you would let go of my hair."
"That's not all you'd appreciate." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Eew!" I squealed, trying to shove him away. He somehow managed to grab my wrists together with one hand. Curse those big hands of his. The hand of his that held my hair tilted my chin up to look into his eyes. My glare softened as two golden suns melted my electric blue ice cubes. My face hung limp and I bit my tongue, trying to keep myself from closing up what little space there was between us.
"You're right." I said. "I don't hate you." But his expression knew that I wasn't finished. "I abhor you, with all my heart."
"Tsk tsk, I do believe you got a word wrong."
"I do believe you're wrong."
He sighed. "What, you don't believe me? You want proof?" I braved a nod, and before I realised it, our lips had connected. He had let go of my wrists with the one hand that now slid around my waist, and the other remained on the back of my head, both pressing me against him. My arms had somehow wrapped around his neck.
I 'Mmm'd again before I even realised what I was doing, and once I did, it was almost too late. My eyes shot open and I squeaked. Getting the message, he pulled away. I gasped for air.
"Now you can't honestly say you hate me now, can you?"
I opened my mouth to object, thought better of it, then closed it. "No." I said, hanging my head slightly. He smirked. "Now what?"
"I have a few ideas ... " He said, licking his upper lip.
"Uh, no." I spoke forcefully. Noticing he had let go of me, I spun around again, this time making sure my hair was nowhere within his reach. I walked towards the door and rested a hand on the door knob, creaking it open.
"Oh yeah." I remembered just before my exit. "Thanks for the gum."
Teenage Drama
Although it was lunchtime, and most of the students were in the cafeteria, one was not. If you stood in front of one of the classrooms, you could probably see her; a small black figure sitting on the root of a tall, twisting old oak. Not entirely black, of course, as although her pale face was curtained by her raven hair, her matching fingers could be seen peeking out of her fingerless gloves and laced together, hugging her legs to the rest of her body.
She was either crying or asleep, but no one could be sure which one.
Her best friend was the first to find her. Less pale than her curled up friend, she had short, dark brown hair that was almost purple and bright green eyes. "C'mon [name], let's just forget about him and go to lunch like normal." she said, sitting beside her friend.
The girl in black looked up. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red, and there were tear-stains on her cheeks and sleeves, all of which made it clear that she hadn't been sleeping. "I don't think I could stand to face him. Not after what he did. Not after the way he hurt me."
"Well you don't have to. We could eat at the other side of the cafeteria. The whole group, I mean, not just you and me."
The girl in black surpressed a smile. "Yeah alright." The other girl began to stand. "Wait. I still need to figure how to avoid him in the rest of my classes."
The girl's friend sat back down next to her and frowned slightly. "Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever, but when you're ready to face him, you'll know."
Then there were footsteps. Both girls looked up to see a familiar, smiling face. "[name2], what are you doing here?" The girl in black asked as she wiped away her tears, the grey in her eyes now even more visible.
"Just wanted to check how my two favorite girls are doing." His smile tilted to the side. "Which obviously isn't very well. Talking about me, or girl stuff, most likely." He said, making it sound more like a question.
"Guy problems." the friend said simply.
"Ahh. Considering I myself am one of those myself ... who am I kidding, I'd never be able to understand the female species." The two girls laughed. "Those are the smiles I came here hoping to see." he said. "Well, [name2], keep consoling her. If she needs it, that is. Anyway, I'll be back in the cafeteria." He jabbed his thumb towards the said building and turned around, only to be suddenly attacked from behind.
He stumbled and almost fell over before righting himself and turning around to see two laughing girls. "Alright alright, we're coming." said [name], still laughing.
[name3] smiled. "Ahh, that's what I thought. Reverse psychology, is it?"
"No, we just knew you'd never really leave." [name] said. "It's a girl thing. You wouldn't understand."
"Oh, of course, of course." he said, rolling his eyes.
And then, the three continued on their way to the cafeteria, where who knows what was going on, and who knows what would happen.