Intake 4/5
Title: Intake
Author: xme_chanx
Chapter: 4/5
Pairings: TBA
Band: Alice Nine
Rating: R- violence, sensitive issues
Synopsis: How we came to be here, cut off from society because we can't manage in it.
Disclaimer: Fan-fiction, yo. I own the story and ideas. I'm currently working out a deal for Alice Nine, though.
NOTE: only posted here at xme_chanx for the time being.
4: I am NEVER alone [Tora]
I was just another person on the train. My friends and I were going to see a band perform on the outskirts of the city. We never made it. They didn't even make it through the night. But I did. And It haunts my every moment. It doesn't matter if I'm awake or asleep, I see their faces and hear their cries. I watch them die over and over again.
I was laughing, sitting next to my best friend. On the other side of the aisle, my fiance sat with my best friend's girlfriend. I leaned across the aisle to give her a kiss.
Then the train derailed. My best friend's face was twisted in horror as the train began to creak and shudder off the rails. I looked at her, and she was crying, telling me she loved me. I said we'd be fine. We will all be fine. But then the train rolled, colliding with another train. Half of the traincar was crunched only to be ripped away in front of my eyes. The half that she was on.
Our half was thrown to the ground, where it bounced. My friend was thrown from the car with others. I was still in my seat, sort of. I slammed into the wall of the train, hearing bones crack. My bones. I closed my eyes, I was afraid to die. I opened my eyes again and the train pitched once more. I was knocked unconscious.
When I woke up, I wished I hadn't. They say it's only because I was in the window seat that I lived at all. I broke 4 ribs, shattered my clavicle, and dislocated my shoulder. I also got a black eye and a concussion. It's better than most people got. It's better than my friends got.
I got to walk away.
Every time I close my eyes, I see it all again, crystal clear. I can smell the burning air, see the broken bodies. I see her face as the train is ripped apart. I press my hand to my ribcage, feeling the small lumps in the recently healed bones.
I don't know how many times I do that in a day, but I remember all too well the feeling of being crushed. I am glad to breathe. But I would like to forget that day, or at least not carry it behind my eyelids like a twisted private movie viewing. I would like to be alone in my head, I would like to feel as if it's ok to be living, when they are not.
A/N
Boo. I don't like the train scene, but it has a purpose to serve. Meh.
So, no we are at Panic Disorder, OCD, Pyromania, ? and ? :D
Hiroto ties the ending of Intake all together. I should have the first part of Asylum up next week. And Automated Lover... >_<
COMMENT, please? :D
Author: xme_chanx
Chapter: 4/5
Pairings: TBA
Band: Alice Nine
Rating: R- violence, sensitive issues
Synopsis: How we came to be here, cut off from society because we can't manage in it.
Disclaimer: Fan-fiction, yo. I own the story and ideas. I'm currently working out a deal for Alice Nine, though.
NOTE: only posted here at xme_chanx for the time being.
4: I am NEVER alone [Tora]
I was just another person on the train. My friends and I were going to see a band perform on the outskirts of the city. We never made it. They didn't even make it through the night. But I did. And It haunts my every moment. It doesn't matter if I'm awake or asleep, I see their faces and hear their cries. I watch them die over and over again.
I was laughing, sitting next to my best friend. On the other side of the aisle, my fiance sat with my best friend's girlfriend. I leaned across the aisle to give her a kiss.
Then the train derailed. My best friend's face was twisted in horror as the train began to creak and shudder off the rails. I looked at her, and she was crying, telling me she loved me. I said we'd be fine. We will all be fine. But then the train rolled, colliding with another train. Half of the traincar was crunched only to be ripped away in front of my eyes. The half that she was on.
Our half was thrown to the ground, where it bounced. My friend was thrown from the car with others. I was still in my seat, sort of. I slammed into the wall of the train, hearing bones crack. My bones. I closed my eyes, I was afraid to die. I opened my eyes again and the train pitched once more. I was knocked unconscious.
When I woke up, I wished I hadn't. They say it's only because I was in the window seat that I lived at all. I broke 4 ribs, shattered my clavicle, and dislocated my shoulder. I also got a black eye and a concussion. It's better than most people got. It's better than my friends got.
I got to walk away.
Every time I close my eyes, I see it all again, crystal clear. I can smell the burning air, see the broken bodies. I see her face as the train is ripped apart. I press my hand to my ribcage, feeling the small lumps in the recently healed bones.
I don't know how many times I do that in a day, but I remember all too well the feeling of being crushed. I am glad to breathe. But I would like to forget that day, or at least not carry it behind my eyelids like a twisted private movie viewing. I would like to be alone in my head, I would like to feel as if it's ok to be living, when they are not.
A/N
Boo. I don't like the train scene, but it has a purpose to serve. Meh.
So, no we are at Panic Disorder, OCD, Pyromania, ? and ? :D
Hiroto ties the ending of Intake all together. I should have the first part of Asylum up next week. And Automated Lover... >_<
COMMENT, please? :D