| Title: Going Under You
Author: sabbath_darius
Characters: Rachel, Greg
Rating: R, for language and abuse
Word Count: Unknown
Disclaimer: Somewhat graphic, nothing nasty, but some abuse and cude language. Song lyrics belong to Evanescence.
Summary: A girl named Rachel who is lost in a world of beauty, only to have the love and beauty pulled away to see the monster.
Notes:Ok
this is was an epiphany after watching Inside Man, my new love is Clive
Owen. LoOK AT HIM!! So I'm playing around with a few song fics. This
one isn't about him but none the less odd and intimidating to me. Best
read with Going Under as music. Here it is [Going Under, by Evanescence]
Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50 thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you
Rachel
sits in the corner with her eyes closed, looking down, as her ash
colored hair falls in her face. Fingering her sleeve, she pulls it up
and looks at the slivers of red ribbons that flew up her wrist. Each an
attempt for freedom from a barless jail cell. She sits on the bed, a
ragged colored mesh of nothing that envelops around her, with a
comforter that is no longer comforting. Tears that should have dried up
had liquified her face and sagged her life. Her sobs were nothing to
him, who sat in the table near the door, in the one room home by some
gritty part of town. His ear on the phone, he walked towards her in a
slow manner and..
And you still won't hear me
raised
a hand to hit her hard on the face. Her scream deafened through the
night even the neon's zap was louder than her. Her voice rasped for
forgivness as all he could shout was, "SHUT UP YOU FUCK WHORE!" She
looked at him and fell to her knees, scared and clueless. Grabbing a
razor, she placed it to a part not red, a part of creme porcelain skin
that was unbraized and unharmed, placing the cold metal there, in one
quick movement crimson overfled where the creme was. Slamming the phone
onto the table he looked over to the girl. The one asking for
forgiveness, the one asking for love. His head fell to his hands as the
stress of the days seemed to be forgotten when he saw her cry. Thick
red dripped from her arm. One word, "Jesus." as he reached for a tissue
and wiped her arm, silently and distant from her gaze.
Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented...Daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
Standing
up he offered her his hand to get up. "No." Her voice was nothing but a
whisper, but it was loud enough to hear. "What did you say?!" She
cowered and held to herself. "I said no." First his eyes glared an
angry face and then pulled her up to him. Despite her fighting and her
anger, his strenght over sought hers by miles. She groaned and sniffled
up her tears. Rachel looked at his chin, not daring to look at his
eyes. The peircing eyes that lured her from her family. From her life.
From her friends. From herself. One hand on her wrist, which now was
dripping red resulting in stains but dried too quickly, the other hand
went to her chin and lifted her face for her to look at him. Her eyes
diverted to the grimy wall in the back. "Look at me." This was stern
and coarse. She shook her head, her lip trembling. "Look at me.
Please," this time his voice was sorry. Her eyes turned to him, the
faded makeup from days ago still shimmered in the dim flourescent light.
I'm dying again...
The
grey that killed her were killing her again. "I'm sorry Greg." He
looked at her, and smiled for the first time in months. It had been
distant. The day he pulled her out of school to leave with him, away
from a small town in Texas, to a new world. A new life, better than the
one had. He pulled her closer....
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
the
kiss was hot and passionate. But quick. Before he pulled her away from
him and told her that he was staying for the night. The next day he let
her out. For the first time in weeks he let her out to the world. What
would she do? He gave her money. This was trust and probably love. This
was the 'trust' that occured every few months and left in a few days,
before leaving completely. Dressing up and hoping for a good day she
set out. Walking out of a Bloomingdale's she turned the wrong corner.
Suddenly away from her eyes she felt him.
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Greg.
Swirving to the sound she heard him. "God you are so beautiful. Like
the morning sun rising in the east." The words he used on her. The
words he used on women. She walked towards the noise. Giggling and
laughter, a woman. Blonde and tall, slender in beauty, something she
used to be, youthful. Greg was there too, looking a her with a devil's
smile. Angered as the fire rose in her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GREG!!??"
She screamed this in the most unelegant and rude way. Greg's eyes raced
towards her. THe girl didn't seem to care, just getting up from the
wall, brushing herself off to follow him. "What are you doing here?"
His eyes narrowed as if she was the one cheating on her. Rachel had no
words. "I thought...." Greg walked towards her, "What!? That I was
cheating? She's a goddamned client. I can't believe you could be so
untrusting of me." He looked at her, the glare blinded the lies that he
had told her. The obvious lies that was so easy to see through. But his
face looked at her feeling guilty.
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again
"Forget
it," Rachel looked at the girl who was smiling like a little child
who'd gotten candy. Client my ass. She looked away from him and turned
down the alley. Forget his lies. Forget him. Running down the walkways,
her ankles sore from walking all day she dropped her things.
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Behind
her Greg had already forgotten the blonde. Running after her, he knew
that the lie he could have done without. But the pride in him was at
risk. What could he have done?! Well he could have not yelled at her
for one, or told her that she was untrusting. She'd droped her things.
On the ground there were drops of blood, bags of clothing, things that
any girl would want. There she was. At the top of a building. Standing
at the ledge. The people at the bottom looking up and pointing. He had
to call her, yell at her, tell her to get down.
So go on and scream
Scream at me
I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe
I can't keep going under
The
cold wind whipping around her was a push telling her to jump. End it.
End the anger in her. She saw even from the height she was at, Greg at
the bottom with her bags. Calling up to her, before running into the
building. Even the elevator wouldn't take him up quick enough. The door
swiveled open as a man in black came in. His eyes were black as coal
and his hair was bleached blonde, shockinly white as he looked at her.
"I feel your pain child. But you must remember not to throw away a
precious thing like life." His hand was enveloped in a silk glove.
"Give me your hand child. I'll take you away from your pain. Protect
you. I will save you." Turning around, her white silk dress, fresh from
Macy's whiped around her as she walked off towards the man, who had an
aluring look at her. Suddenly her foot slipped...
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
The
man's movements were too quick for a normal person, but caught her arms
before she did something regrettable. She clung onto him crying as her
scars were revealed, before he pulled her up with not a flinch. She
fell into his arms, as she was in his grasp, she felt no warmth no love
no nothing. Just the inevitablility. She owed him her life. "I'm
Charles Landburg." The name. It was the drug kingpin. She'd fallen into
the wrong arms. Wanting to be free she had just locked herself into a
metal box. Freedom is not something you can see, is it?
Yes a morbid and depressing story oh well. I need somehwere to
put it. Yeah the idea of the guy in black is that he's a description of
a fake savior. It's like our world, which is this beautiful girl who
has been abused by man kind. And as she is on the verge of death a man
saves her, only to put her back into her misery. |
