The Pianist [Prologue]
Title: The Pianist
Author: zetastation
Beta: ilurvebelldom (thank you hun! ILY!)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G/U (for this one)
Warnings: a bit of angst, I don’t know, sometimes maybe too much angst... xD’
Summary: January 16, 2009. The worst day of my life. The worst day of Matt’s life. The worst day of our lives.
Feedback: If you like my fanfic I would appreciate if you leave a comment.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse. This is a work of fiction and it never happened.
Author’s Note: Finally I wrote something new! Uni and work were killing me lately, you know? But now I have my freedom again! Well, The Pianist is one of my new ideas and I even told some friends of mine about it before because I was too eager to write it and now you can finally read it! I hope you all enjoy it, it’s an angst one, a bit sad at the beginning, but don’t worry! I promise you things will get better soon! :)
I thank hyper_bliss, bellamymadness and ilurvebelldom for listen to my idea about this fanfic! I hope you girls like it and I don’t want to disappoint you! I also thank my Twitter friends @Asli_Dansk, @Neta_lichT and @pluginmuse21 for supporting me! I love you girls! <3
English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistake and sorry about that…
Update: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 Part A
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January 16, 2009. The worst day of my life.
The worst day of Matt’s life.
The worst day of our lives.
When I say ‘our lives’ I meant for the lives of all Muse family and friends.
Night had already fallen and we were taking Matt’s mother back to her house. Matt was driving, his mother was sitting beside him and I was on the back seat. I remember every single detail of that night. Matt had turned the radio on and we all laughed when, coincidently, we noticed it was a Muse song playing. Supermassive Black Hole, to be precise. Ms Bellamy made some joke about her son’s voice, we laughed once more.
I remember the way the night wind ruffled Matt's hair and I smiled shyly when I realized Matt looking at me in the rear-view mirror. Actually, that is my last memory.
Everything went dark, sometimes even blurred and confused… The smell of blood on the air… Something cracking… Something really heavy over me…
And then light. A white ceiling. An old man's face. He was a doctor. He asked me if I felt any pain, if I was alright. I looked around me a bit horrified, looking for a familiar face, but there was only a nurse and the doctor. After a few minutes I saw Chris coming in the room, he looked nervous and ran towards me when he realized I was awake. “Geez! Are you alright, Dom?!” I only nodded, ignoring an increasing pain in my left wrist. “Thank God! Thank God…” He said smiling and crying at the same time.
As he realized how scared I was, Chris sat on the edge of the bed I was lying on, calmed himself down and sighed.
“Chris, tell me what happened.” I said whilst siting up and feeling that pain in my wrist again. I looked at it and noticed some bandages around it.
“Well…” He looked a bit hesitant, but finally started to talk. “It was a car accident. And it was a major one, you know? Do you remember anything?”
“Only that we were taking… Oh my God! Where’s Matthew?! Is he alive?!” I asked worried, trying to get up and off the bed, but Chris held my shoulders.
“He’s alive, Dominic! Calm down, please! You need to rest.”
“And what about his mother?”
“Yes, she is alive, too. There was no death, don’t worry.”
“Fuck, Chris! You scared the hell out of me! When you said it was a major one I thought the worst thing happened…”
“No! Hell, no! It was major because it had a lorry involved…”
“A what?! How did it happen?”
“Oh… We all thought you could tell us.”
“I don’t remember anything about the crash. Matt and his mother don’t remember it either?”
“Eh… They haven’t woken up yet.”
“But you said…”
“I said they are alive, Dom.”
“God…” It makes sense now… It was a major accident, a lorry involved, Matt and his mother still unconscious. “How long I’ve been sleeping?”
“Four days.”
It’s enough for now, too much information. I have headache, my wrist is bugging me like hell and I am worried about Matt. Oh, and about his mother, too. I hope nothing bad happened to them. I mean, it already happened, but nothing worse.
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Author: zetastation
Beta: ilurvebelldom (thank you hun! ILY!)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G/U (for this one)
Warnings: a bit of angst, I don’t know, sometimes maybe too much angst... xD’
Summary: January 16, 2009. The worst day of my life. The worst day of Matt’s life. The worst day of our lives.
Feedback: If you like my fanfic I would appreciate if you leave a comment.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse. This is a work of fiction and it never happened.
Author’s Note: Finally I wrote something new! Uni and work were killing me lately, you know? But now I have my freedom again! Well, The Pianist is one of my new ideas and I even told some friends of mine about it before because I was too eager to write it and now you can finally read it! I hope you all enjoy it, it’s an angst one, a bit sad at the beginning, but don’t worry! I promise you things will get better soon! :)
I thank hyper_bliss, bellamymadness and ilurvebelldom for listen to my idea about this fanfic! I hope you girls like it and I don’t want to disappoint you! I also thank my Twitter friends @Asli_Dansk, @Neta_lichT and @pluginmuse21 for supporting me! I love you girls! <3
English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistake and sorry about that…
Update: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 Part A
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January 16, 2009. The worst day of my life.
The worst day of Matt’s life.
The worst day of our lives.
When I say ‘our lives’ I meant for the lives of all Muse family and friends.
Night had already fallen and we were taking Matt’s mother back to her house. Matt was driving, his mother was sitting beside him and I was on the back seat. I remember every single detail of that night. Matt had turned the radio on and we all laughed when, coincidently, we noticed it was a Muse song playing. Supermassive Black Hole, to be precise. Ms Bellamy made some joke about her son’s voice, we laughed once more.
I remember the way the night wind ruffled Matt's hair and I smiled shyly when I realized Matt looking at me in the rear-view mirror. Actually, that is my last memory.
Everything went dark, sometimes even blurred and confused… The smell of blood on the air… Something cracking… Something really heavy over me…
And then light. A white ceiling. An old man's face. He was a doctor. He asked me if I felt any pain, if I was alright. I looked around me a bit horrified, looking for a familiar face, but there was only a nurse and the doctor. After a few minutes I saw Chris coming in the room, he looked nervous and ran towards me when he realized I was awake. “Geez! Are you alright, Dom?!” I only nodded, ignoring an increasing pain in my left wrist. “Thank God! Thank God…” He said smiling and crying at the same time.
As he realized how scared I was, Chris sat on the edge of the bed I was lying on, calmed himself down and sighed.
“Chris, tell me what happened.” I said whilst siting up and feeling that pain in my wrist again. I looked at it and noticed some bandages around it.
“Well…” He looked a bit hesitant, but finally started to talk. “It was a car accident. And it was a major one, you know? Do you remember anything?”
“Only that we were taking… Oh my God! Where’s Matthew?! Is he alive?!” I asked worried, trying to get up and off the bed, but Chris held my shoulders.
“He’s alive, Dominic! Calm down, please! You need to rest.”
“And what about his mother?”
“Yes, she is alive, too. There was no death, don’t worry.”
“Fuck, Chris! You scared the hell out of me! When you said it was a major one I thought the worst thing happened…”
“No! Hell, no! It was major because it had a lorry involved…”
“A what?! How did it happen?”
“Oh… We all thought you could tell us.”
“I don’t remember anything about the crash. Matt and his mother don’t remember it either?”
“Eh… They haven’t woken up yet.”
“But you said…”
“I said they are alive, Dom.”
“God…” It makes sense now… It was a major accident, a lorry involved, Matt and his mother still unconscious. “How long I’ve been sleeping?”
“Four days.”
It’s enough for now, too much information. I have headache, my wrist is bugging me like hell and I am worried about Matt. Oh, and about his mother, too. I hope nothing bad happened to them. I mean, it already happened, but nothing worse.
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