Drabble: Future: Hilary
I haven't tried angst for a while, so here it is. It's also for my table.
Title: Future
Character: Hilary
Fandom: Beyblade
Rating: Strong PG, light PG-13
Warnings: Angst. Some more angst. The usual.
She had a ten-year plan, and it was supposed to work. She was going to graduate at the top of her class, study law or something extra hard just for the heck of it, get married somewhere along the line, and have two beautiful children. Whether it would've been a boy and a girl, two boys, or two girls, she would've been satisfied.
Unfortunately, her future was set in stone a long time ago. For something else, and while she's holding her friend's hand in the hospital, she's suddenly understanding what it is.
Her friend was prone to accidents. He could be stupid, a dimwit, and have a heart of gold. His head was in the clouds with his feet floating far above the ground. It should've come to no surprise to her when she heard he was in the hospital because he had accidentally fallen down the stairs, but it had.
Truth be told, she didn't know why she was even friends with him in the first place. They argued nonstop, he drove her batty, he contradicted her in every way, but she was more than sure that she harbored a small crush on him.
There was no one else in the hospital, and she's been the last one there for hours. She's not going to leave though. It's simply because she can't, because she has no other place for her to go.
Her future was destroyed years ago, and now all she has is this sick form of the present. Which she's simply...drifting into...
It was ironic. Who was it that had won 'Most Likely to Succeed' after all? Now, her life was in shambles, and not one day passed when she felt cold.
Her hand stays in his the whole night, and she watches him sleep. He used to have a childlike face, but nowadays she's seeing more lines than she really wants to. She wishes that he'd learn to become that child again, and that he wouldn't have to grow up so fast. The whole night her eyes stay open.
The morning comes soon though, and the hospital's back up and running. Someone's opening the door, but she doesn't really care and just continues to hald the boy's hand. Then two children walk in, and she recgonizes them as her classmates, though no one very important.
"Why are we here so early?" The shorter boy asks his friend. She's wondering the same thing, and why they're both just ignoring her.
The taller one shrugs. "So we can beat the crowd, I guess. I mean seriously, Tyson's really popular, even when he has a small concussion."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," agrees the other one and her. "Look at all the flowers he has. It's so sad though. How he accidentally fell down the stairs. Tyson must have been really out of it."
"Oh, who can blame him?" The second one's sad tone catches something inside her. "He's been so depressed these past few weeks. I mean, Hilary was a really good friend of his, and the news of her death must have hit him hard."
The boy nods. "You're right. We were all upset about the news about the car crash. It just didn't seem like those sort of things that happen to us."
"Who can say it was that sort of thing? Tyson really must be hurting though. You can tell that he always had a small crush on her. And Kenny, Tyson, and Hilary were like their own quirky trio."
"Yeah. Now it's like a peice is missing. Kenny isn't doing all that good either. He hasn't been in school lately."
Both of them sighed in unison. "Come on, let's put the card on the desk and get out of here. The parents are waiting." He motions outside, and she snorts. People these days were so impatient.
As they both walk away and out the door, she can still hear tidbits of their conversation. One of them was asking, "You think Tyson's ever going to get over it?" and the other one answers, "Maybe. He's got to though, if he wants any sort of future without grief."
Her smile is so sad, as she lets go of his hand, and floats out the window. Even though his future's got hope, hers was gone a long time ago. She'll never have the chance to get over it.
End.
I think that was a good excercise for my brain and hand.
Title: Future
Character: Hilary
Fandom: Beyblade
Rating: Strong PG, light PG-13
Warnings: Angst. Some more angst. The usual.
She had a ten-year plan, and it was supposed to work. She was going to graduate at the top of her class, study law or something extra hard just for the heck of it, get married somewhere along the line, and have two beautiful children. Whether it would've been a boy and a girl, two boys, or two girls, she would've been satisfied.
Unfortunately, her future was set in stone a long time ago. For something else, and while she's holding her friend's hand in the hospital, she's suddenly understanding what it is.
Her friend was prone to accidents. He could be stupid, a dimwit, and have a heart of gold. His head was in the clouds with his feet floating far above the ground. It should've come to no surprise to her when she heard he was in the hospital because he had accidentally fallen down the stairs, but it had.
Truth be told, she didn't know why she was even friends with him in the first place. They argued nonstop, he drove her batty, he contradicted her in every way, but she was more than sure that she harbored a small crush on him.
There was no one else in the hospital, and she's been the last one there for hours. She's not going to leave though. It's simply because she can't, because she has no other place for her to go.
Her future was destroyed years ago, and now all she has is this sick form of the present. Which she's simply...drifting into...
It was ironic. Who was it that had won 'Most Likely to Succeed' after all? Now, her life was in shambles, and not one day passed when she felt cold.
Her hand stays in his the whole night, and she watches him sleep. He used to have a childlike face, but nowadays she's seeing more lines than she really wants to. She wishes that he'd learn to become that child again, and that he wouldn't have to grow up so fast. The whole night her eyes stay open.
The morning comes soon though, and the hospital's back up and running. Someone's opening the door, but she doesn't really care and just continues to hald the boy's hand. Then two children walk in, and she recgonizes them as her classmates, though no one very important.
"Why are we here so early?" The shorter boy asks his friend. She's wondering the same thing, and why they're both just ignoring her.
The taller one shrugs. "So we can beat the crowd, I guess. I mean seriously, Tyson's really popular, even when he has a small concussion."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," agrees the other one and her. "Look at all the flowers he has. It's so sad though. How he accidentally fell down the stairs. Tyson must have been really out of it."
"Oh, who can blame him?" The second one's sad tone catches something inside her. "He's been so depressed these past few weeks. I mean, Hilary was a really good friend of his, and the news of her death must have hit him hard."
The boy nods. "You're right. We were all upset about the news about the car crash. It just didn't seem like those sort of things that happen to us."
"Who can say it was that sort of thing? Tyson really must be hurting though. You can tell that he always had a small crush on her. And Kenny, Tyson, and Hilary were like their own quirky trio."
"Yeah. Now it's like a peice is missing. Kenny isn't doing all that good either. He hasn't been in school lately."
Both of them sighed in unison. "Come on, let's put the card on the desk and get out of here. The parents are waiting." He motions outside, and she snorts. People these days were so impatient.
As they both walk away and out the door, she can still hear tidbits of their conversation. One of them was asking, "You think Tyson's ever going to get over it?" and the other one answers, "Maybe. He's got to though, if he wants any sort of future without grief."
Her smile is so sad, as she lets go of his hand, and floats out the window. Even though his future's got hope, hers was gone a long time ago. She'll never have the chance to get over it.
End.
I think that was a good excercise for my brain and hand.