Post by Fractured Princess on Sept 27, 2006 16:19:12 GMT 10
A/N: Yeah this is kinda over the top I guess and it's dodgey cause I wrote it in a rush. But it was in my head so I just got it out there. There were no song fics and I'd never written one before so here's hoping, ey?
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
“Wake up. C’mon get up!”
Angel rolled over and clamped her eyes shut as he mother ordered her to awaken. The thought of facing reality for another day was daunting and not something the young teen was ready for just yet.
“Come on! Get the bloody hell up! I won’t ask again.”
She heard the light switch on and she growled a little, sliding under her pillow to escape the bright daggers that threatened her eyes if she uncovered them.
Her mother had left the room, she could tell because the light was still on; if she wanted it out then she’d have to get up herself. Deciding to bite the bullet, Angel rolled slightly so she could see the photo of her father on her desk. The knowledge of his death stung. If only she could change the fabric of reality and save him.
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they’re falling tell a story
She closed her eyes again and allowed herself to drift back to sleep, back to her reality, where all her deepest wishes came true.
It wasn’t long before her mother returned, making her get up, get ready and get off to school. She hated school. It was one of the many things that slapped her in the face with the hand of reality.
She arrived there and found her friends. But their meeting was cut short by the bell for roll call, after which she would be forced to endure Ancient History, the subject she still owed assignments for.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Staring out the window, it was easy for her to drift into a dream. She was dancing in her little sanctuary with her Firefly. Her ball skirt swayed along behind her as she spun, being caught in his arms and then twirled under him again. The red moon burnt above, giving the area a slight red tinge.
Angel never tired, but she stopped dancing all the same and ran into the Mausoleum looking playhouse. She knew where to find him.
Through the corridors she ran, and as she did her skirts and corset changed to her York pants and Desire hoody. It seemed forever until she found him, sitting in the centre of the room with a small black and white kitten in his hands. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was lying across his lap as he stroked her hair and scratched behind her ears; neko ears.
A soft pur came from within her throat and she looked up with her brown cat’s eyes to stare into the eyes of her lover. Oh how dearly she loved him… Him… The only one to make her feel this way… Matt Parks.
Don’t say I’m out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
“Miss Kingsley! Pay attention.”
Matty was gone and all eyes in the class rested upon her, causing her to shrink lower on her stool and blush. She hated attention like that, it scared her.
She found herself in lunchtime detention as Mr Wheatly scolded her for falling asleep and giving her the “you need to pay more attention of I’ll fail you” lecture. She was aware of this, though he didn’t seem to believe that she was. She hated knowing it, hated knowing that she couldn’t just run away from it, she had to do something about it or else she would never live a happy life… Only in her dreams could she ever truly be happy.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
English was the same… Though it was one of the very few subjects that Angel enjoyed, she couldn’t help but to zone out and missed most of Mr Darcy-Brown’s discussion on The Pride and The Prejudice.
She was back in his arms while he held her, kissed her, loved her. And she loved him every bit in return. Her waking hours couldn’t bring him to her… he lived too far away… but she could always visit him in her dreams. They met often here, in her small corner of Wonderland.
His soft lips against hers sent her head in a spin, his hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine and the sweet, smooth tone of his voice made her knees weak when he said “I love you.”
Then she was awake again.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
“Can’t you just listen? You need to concentrate. Not for my sake but for your own. Don’t you see that?” Her friend chastised. “Why can’t you just focus? Huh? What’s wrong?”
Her head hurt and she couldn’t take all the complaints and questions any longer.; people ordering her around, telling her what to do, what not to do, what she should do to help herself by what was their motive? She couldn’t take it. She’d do things her own way in her own time as best she could. But that wasn’t good enough for them. They asked more of her then she could honestly give at the time, as little as it was. But they’d never understand! How could they understand?! Why couldn’t she just escape?!
…Escape… In her bag… She always carried it for protection… She could-
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Angel opened her eyes for the first time. Finally she could be free.
Jakob took her hand and she smiled up at him. What was he doing in her sanctuary? Who cares? He was there, he was alive and well. No… He wasn’t… This time she joined him, found him and took his way out… She found her eternal dream.
Imaginary
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
“Wake up. C’mon get up!”
Angel rolled over and clamped her eyes shut as he mother ordered her to awaken. The thought of facing reality for another day was daunting and not something the young teen was ready for just yet.
“Come on! Get the bloody hell up! I won’t ask again.”
She heard the light switch on and she growled a little, sliding under her pillow to escape the bright daggers that threatened her eyes if she uncovered them.
Her mother had left the room, she could tell because the light was still on; if she wanted it out then she’d have to get up herself. Deciding to bite the bullet, Angel rolled slightly so she could see the photo of her father on her desk. The knowledge of his death stung. If only she could change the fabric of reality and save him.
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they’re falling tell a story
She closed her eyes again and allowed herself to drift back to sleep, back to her reality, where all her deepest wishes came true.
It wasn’t long before her mother returned, making her get up, get ready and get off to school. She hated school. It was one of the many things that slapped her in the face with the hand of reality.
She arrived there and found her friends. But their meeting was cut short by the bell for roll call, after which she would be forced to endure Ancient History, the subject she still owed assignments for.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Staring out the window, it was easy for her to drift into a dream. She was dancing in her little sanctuary with her Firefly. Her ball skirt swayed along behind her as she spun, being caught in his arms and then twirled under him again. The red moon burnt above, giving the area a slight red tinge.
Angel never tired, but she stopped dancing all the same and ran into the Mausoleum looking playhouse. She knew where to find him.
Through the corridors she ran, and as she did her skirts and corset changed to her York pants and Desire hoody. It seemed forever until she found him, sitting in the centre of the room with a small black and white kitten in his hands. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was lying across his lap as he stroked her hair and scratched behind her ears; neko ears.
A soft pur came from within her throat and she looked up with her brown cat’s eyes to stare into the eyes of her lover. Oh how dearly she loved him… Him… The only one to make her feel this way… Matt Parks.
Don’t say I’m out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
“Miss Kingsley! Pay attention.”
Matty was gone and all eyes in the class rested upon her, causing her to shrink lower on her stool and blush. She hated attention like that, it scared her.
She found herself in lunchtime detention as Mr Wheatly scolded her for falling asleep and giving her the “you need to pay more attention of I’ll fail you” lecture. She was aware of this, though he didn’t seem to believe that she was. She hated knowing it, hated knowing that she couldn’t just run away from it, she had to do something about it or else she would never live a happy life… Only in her dreams could she ever truly be happy.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
English was the same… Though it was one of the very few subjects that Angel enjoyed, she couldn’t help but to zone out and missed most of Mr Darcy-Brown’s discussion on The Pride and The Prejudice.
She was back in his arms while he held her, kissed her, loved her. And she loved him every bit in return. Her waking hours couldn’t bring him to her… he lived too far away… but she could always visit him in her dreams. They met often here, in her small corner of Wonderland.
His soft lips against hers sent her head in a spin, his hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine and the sweet, smooth tone of his voice made her knees weak when he said “I love you.”
Then she was awake again.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
“Can’t you just listen? You need to concentrate. Not for my sake but for your own. Don’t you see that?” Her friend chastised. “Why can’t you just focus? Huh? What’s wrong?”
Her head hurt and she couldn’t take all the complaints and questions any longer.; people ordering her around, telling her what to do, what not to do, what she should do to help herself by what was their motive? She couldn’t take it. She’d do things her own way in her own time as best she could. But that wasn’t good enough for them. They asked more of her then she could honestly give at the time, as little as it was. But they’d never understand! How could they understand?! Why couldn’t she just escape?!
…Escape… In her bag… She always carried it for protection… She could-
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Angel opened her eyes for the first time. Finally she could be free.
Jakob took her hand and she smiled up at him. What was he doing in her sanctuary? Who cares? He was there, he was alive and well. No… He wasn’t… This time she joined him, found him and took his way out… She found her eternal dream.