Room 335 - Saturday Morning (In Dreams)
Victor was dead.
At least, he felt like it. He was slowly falling, body limp as he floated in the white nothingness. Somehwere in the distance, a woman was singing, her haunting voice somehow carrying across the abyss.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
As the woman's voice became clearer, bright spots floated by like fireflies. She continued to sing.
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Victor landed lightly in a field of pale green grass, sending pastel butterflies up into the near-invisible sky in a slow burst of color. Everything seemed so slow. Slow, and relaxing.
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh, and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
A hand appeared, almost hidden by the white. Victor reached for it, and felt himself rise to his feet. A familiar boy was there at the top to greet him.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
"Walter?" Victor whispered. The boy smiled and nodded.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
Victor tried to reach forward and hold Walter in his arms, but before he could touch the other boy, Walter dissolved into a cloud of shimmering dust. Victor was left with nothing but air and tears as the silver particles were carried away by the wind.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
He was running through a forest, the colors muted by the intense white all around. There was someone on the other side, he knew, but he was going so slowly...
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
There! He could make out a shape at the end of the path. But it was still so far away!
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
Finally, he reached the end of the path. He called out a name, but there were no words. The figure heard, though, and turned.
In this sweet madness
Victor's eyes widened as he saw
Jean-Paul.
No, it was Paras.
No, it was Walter.
Oh, this glorious sadness
One body shifted to the next, again and again as each faded into the white light. Victor was screaming something, but there was no sound.
That brings me to my knees
Victor found himself in a bathroom, staring at a sink full of water. The light was so bright, and in his pale reflection he could see the utter despair etched on his face.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
Everyone was gone. There was no reason left to live, was there? What was keeping him here?
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
All it would take was one cut. Then it'd all be over. Slowly, he extended a claw and reached for his wrist.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
Victor closed his eyes, and the claw touched the vein on his wrist. Just one cut, and he could be free of the pain.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
"No."
A hand touched his, and Victor opened his eyes. Jean-Paul smiled at him and moved Victor's hand away. "This isn't the way."
You're in the arms of the angel
"Oh, Jean-Paul," Victor sobbed. "I'm so alone."
The older man gave a sad smile, then took Victor into his arms. "You're never alone," he whispered. 'I'll always be in your heart."
May you find some comfort here...
When Victor woke up, his pillow was soaked with tears. And yet...
"Jean-Paul," he whispered to the air, smiling back.
[ooc: Locked (except for OOC comments if you want) and NFB. Also, this post deals with certain depression issues, and if you're sensitive to the subject than it's probably better that you don't click the cut.]
At least, he felt like it. He was slowly falling, body limp as he floated in the white nothingness. Somehwere in the distance, a woman was singing, her haunting voice somehow carrying across the abyss.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
As the woman's voice became clearer, bright spots floated by like fireflies. She continued to sing.
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Victor landed lightly in a field of pale green grass, sending pastel butterflies up into the near-invisible sky in a slow burst of color. Everything seemed so slow. Slow, and relaxing.
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh, and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
A hand appeared, almost hidden by the white. Victor reached for it, and felt himself rise to his feet. A familiar boy was there at the top to greet him.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
"Walter?" Victor whispered. The boy smiled and nodded.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
Victor tried to reach forward and hold Walter in his arms, but before he could touch the other boy, Walter dissolved into a cloud of shimmering dust. Victor was left with nothing but air and tears as the silver particles were carried away by the wind.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
He was running through a forest, the colors muted by the intense white all around. There was someone on the other side, he knew, but he was going so slowly...
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
There! He could make out a shape at the end of the path. But it was still so far away!
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
Finally, he reached the end of the path. He called out a name, but there were no words. The figure heard, though, and turned.
In this sweet madness
Victor's eyes widened as he saw
Jean-Paul.
No, it was Paras.
No, it was Walter.
Oh, this glorious sadness
One body shifted to the next, again and again as each faded into the white light. Victor was screaming something, but there was no sound.
That brings me to my knees
Victor found himself in a bathroom, staring at a sink full of water. The light was so bright, and in his pale reflection he could see the utter despair etched on his face.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
Everyone was gone. There was no reason left to live, was there? What was keeping him here?
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
All it would take was one cut. Then it'd all be over. Slowly, he extended a claw and reached for his wrist.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
Victor closed his eyes, and the claw touched the vein on his wrist. Just one cut, and he could be free of the pain.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
"No."
A hand touched his, and Victor opened his eyes. Jean-Paul smiled at him and moved Victor's hand away. "This isn't the way."
You're in the arms of the angel
"Oh, Jean-Paul," Victor sobbed. "I'm so alone."
The older man gave a sad smile, then took Victor into his arms. "You're never alone," he whispered. 'I'll always be in your heart."
May you find some comfort here...
When Victor woke up, his pillow was soaked with tears. And yet...
"Jean-Paul," he whispered to the air, smiling back.
[ooc: Locked (except for OOC comments if you want) and NFB. Also, this post deals with certain depression issues, and if you're sensitive to the subject than it's probably better that you don't click the cut.]