deep_red_bells: ([With] Sylar)

[ooc: written for [livejournal.com profile] heroslayer at their request...um, it's kind of an odd little fic and it may not even work, IDK, but it's what came out. :D]


“Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Broken mirrors and a black cats cold stare,
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there.
But I'm not scared at all...I'm not scared at all.
Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball”

-Pink ‘Crystal Ball’




The first night is coffee, and the surface is barely scratched )
deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Lips and hair)

[companion piece to this]

Part of her--and it is, perhaps, a very large part--wants nothing more than to run screaming from the house.

It's one thing to hear that she's special. To see awful things in her dreams. To be told that those awful things are, in fact, memories--not hers, but memories of people like her.

It's one thing to be told that the monsters in her dreams are real. It's quite another to have a group of people...her friends...carry a decapitated head into the kitchen and toss it into a bowl. And while everyone else is far from calm, no one's freaking out quite as much as she wants to. It's too much. It's too damn much. This is the thing she went looking for. This is the thing that did this to her.

This is the life she's been trying so hard to remember.

Her teeth cut hard into her knuckle as she fights off the urge to...something. Scream. Cry. Run. Throw up. Curl up in the corner and cover her head and with her hands and wait until it all goes away.

Instead she watches Tatiana pick up a heavy leather book and cradle it in one arm while picking up some sort of crystal in the other hand. She begins speaking in a fluid language that Baileigh doesn't recognize. It's beautiful but also frightening. She can feel something moving through the air, and it's terrifying.

The head in the bowl begins to smoke. She bites her lower lip to keep from whimpering. She wonders if she's the only one in the room having trouble breathing.

Tatiana stops speaking, and nothing happens.

Oh God. It didn't work. )

deep_red_bells: ([Slayer] Chosen)

You are a child and you make up silly fantasies when things aren't going your way, when things get hard, when the visits turn to arguments turn to screaming matches and you hide in your room and cover your ears and imagine that you are really a princess of a distant land and someday, someday soon the king and queen will come and take you away. You wish they would come sooner. They will tell you how sorry that they are that it took them so long. They will be sweet and kind and never yell or make you cry, ever again. You hide in your imagination because reality is too cruel to face.

You are a girl and you've let go of those fantasies. Your best friend just moved away. She had to. It happens a lot in a military town but it hurts because she understood how you felt. Her parents fight all the time. Her mommy never pays attention to her and her daddy is always away and is always working or busy or tired. She thought you were lucky to have your grandmother, lucky she took you to work with you, lucky she wanted to be with you all of the time. You thought she was lucky to have a daddy. You're going to miss her. You don't know who you'll sit with at lunch or talk to between classes. You don't want to start over again.

You're a teenager and you've all but giving up on making new friends. You have a few and they don't understand, but doesn't everyone think that? That no one can possibly understand them? You won't allow yourself to indulge that, to whine and cry about being so very misunderstood. There's a support group for teens whose parents are dying but you don't go. It doesn't help. You know people die. You don't need a bunch of other angry heartsick kids to remind you of that fact.

You're an adult in the eyes of the world and you're all alone. No one is going to take care of you anymore. They offer to help and you let them for a time because you're afraid you can't do it. But you have to. You're going to have to do it yourself, by yourself, depend on yourself. So you do. It isn't easy, but you manage. You get by.

You are a woman when a weight heavier than you could have ever imagined falls squarely on your shoulders. You nearly let it break you. It would be so easy to give up and crumple beneath it. But you stand up. You're one of many and you will not be the weak link in the chain. You have never let yourself break before. You will rise up to this. You will be its equal. A soldier. A warrior. A slayer.

You are chosen.


word count: 480
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Crying)
Men in fairy tales have specific roles. The rescuer, the villain, the hapless body on the sidelines, and so on. What are the roles of the men in your muse’s life?

Fathers, be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do. )


deep_red_bells: ([Text] The Tower)
Everyone wants a fairy tale. That's how I define it. It's what everybody wants.

No, really. The most twisted psychopath in the world has some image in their head of their happy ending. It might not be conventional. To you and me it might be incredibly fucked up. But it's theirs. It's their happy ending. It's their fairy tale life and fairy tale ending. We have all one. We all have dreams, we all have this perfect vision in our heads of how our lives will go--influenced greatly by the stories we're told as children. These dreams change as we grow up and mature and realize that we don't get to become a sugar plum fairy or a knight because the stories we're read as children exist in some fantastical world not our own, so we adapt them to the real world. But still we have dreams. Still we have our own little fairy tales, our own happy endings.

And what they all have in common? 

Nobody gets one.

Nobody.

Profile

deep_red_bells: (Default)
Baileigh Solis

December 2010

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 11th, 2025 07:25 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios