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Crying Helsinki~Chapter One
Title: Crying Helsinki
Chapter: 1
Author:
violet_rose616
Rating: G for now
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Based on the book The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Ville was murdered but still he watches his loved ones as they grieve and the person who took him away from the world too soon.
Warnings: Character death...sorta.
Disclaimer: Don't own and the definatly did not happen.
A/N: I was going to get this up a couple days ago but I've been so sick I never found the motivation. But here it tis! Short but...it's something eh?
To all my American readers: Happy Thanksgiving! Turkey day! My favorite thing is the stuffing. lol. yum. Anyway, and also a very Happy 31st Birthday to the lovely Ville Valo. He gets more and more beautiful with the years, eh? Guess what I'm thankful for. *wiggles eyebrows* Oh yesss....LOL. I'll celebrate by curling up and watching my Love Metal Archives. And maybe I'll dedicate a slice of pumpkin pie to him. ;)
Okay. Enough of my rambling!
> Introduction<
This is my first day aware of myself and everything around me. I've been advised to rest and get adjusted to this place before wandering away. I have other plans.
I’m unsure of how many days I have been dead. I keep waiting for someone to say, but I haven’t heard it yet. Some other people I have talked to up here have mentioned it takes a couple Earth days for your soul to make it up then recover from being ripped from your body. This is especially so for people who fought death. An old man who was ready to die takes less time since the soul left peacefully. All the better, I suppose. I didn’t have to watch as my murder scene was first found. It’s hard enough to watch after the initial shock is over and grieving begins.
Mige has become Bam’s rock. He makes sure Bam eats, sleeps and bathes on a regular basis. He’s also been staying in Bam’s hotel room since Bam refused all offers of a spare bedroom. Mige tells him it’s because he doesn’t want Bam to get to lonely but we all know, including Bam, that really it’s a suicide watch.
“Mige, don’t worry. This isn’t a breakdown for me. I just have too much on my mind to remember those things.” Bam says as Mige worries over him.
“But it’s not healthy for you to skip out on those things. Please, don’t make yourself ill. At least go to bed. Get some rest.” Mige pleads. Bam smiles but it’s not sincere under the stubble he’s neglected.
“Believe me. Staying up is the healthiest thing for me. My dreams make me sick.” Suddenly that smile looks so bitter. Mige notices, too, his face becoming more sad and hopeless. I try sending Mige mental messages to sedate Bam or something. I don’t want him sick over me. However, I don’t think he got the message because he just shakes his head and leaves Bam to stare out the window, his new hobby.
Faintly I hear my name being spoken. I key in on it and I find the source miles and miles away from Bam somewhere in England. It’s weird but, it’s like I have a world map in front of me and I can just point to a place and be there. Right now, I’ve ended up in a living room with two teenagers, a boy and a girl, watching television. The MTV News logo comes onto the screen. Of course. Damn, I never wanted to end up a headline on this segment. Brushing off my embarrassment I listen to the announcer as my face appears in a little box next to his head.
“Sad news today. Ville Hermanni Valo, frontman for the Finnish rock band HIM was murdered in his Helsinki home three days ago on the morning of October 28th."
"Hey! Isn't that the guy Taryn has posters of in her room?" The boy asks.
"Yeah, it is! I wonder if she knows?" The girl wonders and looks at her cellphone like she is debating on calling someone.
"If she has she's probably in hysterics. She always has been a crazy fangirl." The boy says, almost with a sneer, and the girl giggles in agreement. I have an urge to throw a shoe at them to shut them up long enough to hear the rest of the story but I doubt they would even feel my black and white converse. It would just go through them.
I scoot closer to the television and kneel down to put my ear near the speaker.
"Right now there are no leads but, all close to the singer are considered possible suspects. At the top of the list is MTV star and best friend to Valo, Bam Margera."
Best friend? Oh, yeah. We never got around to telling the media. Wasn't any of their business anyway.
"We will get you whatever details we can. It's very possible most information will be kept confidential in this case."
It better. I don't want to become some gossip columnists favorite new story to exploit.
My face disappears from the screen and I turn around to look at the teens, still with the urge to toss a shoe, just to see if it would work but, the two are tangled in a rather clumsy looking liplock.
Oh my. Awkward. Time to get out. I can throw shoes later.
I go back to Bam's side. He's still at the window, still watching the rain fall. I’ve been dead three days. That means today is the 30th. Tomorrow is our anniversary. The big number ten.
“Mige!” Bam suddenly cries out and Mige hurries over to Bam, eyes wide and worried.
“Bam, what is it?”
“What if he isn’t dead?” Bam asks, looking at my friend with such hope, hope he truly believes in. Mige looks at him sadly.
“I know it would be nice for that to be true but--”
“Why can’t it be true? I mean, there was no body.” Bam says and I stumble in shock. What? They don’t know where my body is?
“Bam, there was so much blood…It would be impossible for anyone to survive after loosing that much…” Mige stops talking as the light of hope in Bam’s eyes dies at his words. Bam nods and looks back to the window, his face emotionless, completely numb.
“I’m sorry.” Mige sighs. Bam shakes his head.
“You are just being truthful. Don’t apologize. Go back to what you were doing. Sorry I disturbed you.”
Mige looks at Bam for a while, his face showing the confusion of what to do. Finally he decides there is nothing he can do, and he gets up and goes to get ready for bed. I walk over and lean down near Bam but not too close. Until I get to throw a shoe through a teenager I’m not going to attempt any contact.
Oh Bam, dear, Bam. I can't believe they would think it was you. You always said you would kill for me but I never could imagine you killing anyone. You are too soft under that tough, scarred, bruised shell.
A shell that is cracking little by little, I realize now, as I watch a tear slide down his stone still face.
Chapter: 1
Author:
violet_rose616
Rating: G for now
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Based on the book The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Ville was murdered but still he watches his loved ones as they grieve and the person who took him away from the world too soon.
Warnings: Character death...sorta.
Disclaimer: Don't own and the definatly did not happen.
A/N: I was going to get this up a couple days ago but I've been so sick I never found the motivation. But here it tis! Short but...it's something eh?
To all my American readers: Happy Thanksgiving! Turkey day! My favorite thing is the stuffing. lol. yum. Anyway, and also a very Happy 31st Birthday to the lovely Ville Valo. He gets more and more beautiful with the years, eh? Guess what I'm thankful for. *wiggles eyebrows* Oh yesss....LOL. I'll celebrate by curling up and watching my Love Metal Archives. And maybe I'll dedicate a slice of pumpkin pie to him. ;)
Okay. Enough of my rambling!
> Introduction<
This is my first day aware of myself and everything around me. I've been advised to rest and get adjusted to this place before wandering away. I have other plans.
I’m unsure of how many days I have been dead. I keep waiting for someone to say, but I haven’t heard it yet. Some other people I have talked to up here have mentioned it takes a couple Earth days for your soul to make it up then recover from being ripped from your body. This is especially so for people who fought death. An old man who was ready to die takes less time since the soul left peacefully. All the better, I suppose. I didn’t have to watch as my murder scene was first found. It’s hard enough to watch after the initial shock is over and grieving begins.
Mige has become Bam’s rock. He makes sure Bam eats, sleeps and bathes on a regular basis. He’s also been staying in Bam’s hotel room since Bam refused all offers of a spare bedroom. Mige tells him it’s because he doesn’t want Bam to get to lonely but we all know, including Bam, that really it’s a suicide watch.
“Mige, don’t worry. This isn’t a breakdown for me. I just have too much on my mind to remember those things.” Bam says as Mige worries over him.
“But it’s not healthy for you to skip out on those things. Please, don’t make yourself ill. At least go to bed. Get some rest.” Mige pleads. Bam smiles but it’s not sincere under the stubble he’s neglected.
“Believe me. Staying up is the healthiest thing for me. My dreams make me sick.” Suddenly that smile looks so bitter. Mige notices, too, his face becoming more sad and hopeless. I try sending Mige mental messages to sedate Bam or something. I don’t want him sick over me. However, I don’t think he got the message because he just shakes his head and leaves Bam to stare out the window, his new hobby.
Faintly I hear my name being spoken. I key in on it and I find the source miles and miles away from Bam somewhere in England. It’s weird but, it’s like I have a world map in front of me and I can just point to a place and be there. Right now, I’ve ended up in a living room with two teenagers, a boy and a girl, watching television. The MTV News logo comes onto the screen. Of course. Damn, I never wanted to end up a headline on this segment. Brushing off my embarrassment I listen to the announcer as my face appears in a little box next to his head.
“Sad news today. Ville Hermanni Valo, frontman for the Finnish rock band HIM was murdered in his Helsinki home three days ago on the morning of October 28th."
"Hey! Isn't that the guy Taryn has posters of in her room?" The boy asks.
"Yeah, it is! I wonder if she knows?" The girl wonders and looks at her cellphone like she is debating on calling someone.
"If she has she's probably in hysterics. She always has been a crazy fangirl." The boy says, almost with a sneer, and the girl giggles in agreement. I have an urge to throw a shoe at them to shut them up long enough to hear the rest of the story but I doubt they would even feel my black and white converse. It would just go through them.
I scoot closer to the television and kneel down to put my ear near the speaker.
"Right now there are no leads but, all close to the singer are considered possible suspects. At the top of the list is MTV star and best friend to Valo, Bam Margera."
Best friend? Oh, yeah. We never got around to telling the media. Wasn't any of their business anyway.
"We will get you whatever details we can. It's very possible most information will be kept confidential in this case."
It better. I don't want to become some gossip columnists favorite new story to exploit.
My face disappears from the screen and I turn around to look at the teens, still with the urge to toss a shoe, just to see if it would work but, the two are tangled in a rather clumsy looking liplock.
Oh my. Awkward. Time to get out. I can throw shoes later.
I go back to Bam's side. He's still at the window, still watching the rain fall. I’ve been dead three days. That means today is the 30th. Tomorrow is our anniversary. The big number ten.
“Mige!” Bam suddenly cries out and Mige hurries over to Bam, eyes wide and worried.
“Bam, what is it?”
“What if he isn’t dead?” Bam asks, looking at my friend with such hope, hope he truly believes in. Mige looks at him sadly.
“I know it would be nice for that to be true but--”
“Why can’t it be true? I mean, there was no body.” Bam says and I stumble in shock. What? They don’t know where my body is?
“Bam, there was so much blood…It would be impossible for anyone to survive after loosing that much…” Mige stops talking as the light of hope in Bam’s eyes dies at his words. Bam nods and looks back to the window, his face emotionless, completely numb.
“I’m sorry.” Mige sighs. Bam shakes his head.
“You are just being truthful. Don’t apologize. Go back to what you were doing. Sorry I disturbed you.”
Mige looks at Bam for a while, his face showing the confusion of what to do. Finally he decides there is nothing he can do, and he gets up and goes to get ready for bed. I walk over and lean down near Bam but not too close. Until I get to throw a shoe through a teenager I’m not going to attempt any contact.
Oh Bam, dear, Bam. I can't believe they would think it was you. You always said you would kill for me but I never could imagine you killing anyone. You are too soft under that tough, scarred, bruised shell.
A shell that is cracking little by little, I realize now, as I watch a tear slide down his stone still face.