~*~Can't ye see it's no good? No matter how much ye try, no matter how
much I love ye even...ye just kin't change me. I will never change. This
is who I am, love, and this is who I will always be. Not even ye can make
me stop believin' what I do. So, now, tell me... Are ye goin' ta turn
away from me just because of that? Because if ye do...I won't be able to
live like this. I don' wanna be alone!~*~
The sky had ripened to an almost luminescent crimson, like a color you'd find streaking a seasoned nectarine, and in turn the grass was green - a welcome contrast from the dead, brown vegetation that came right after the snow and mud. It was late April, and the weather was warm with an almost balmy quality to it, passing through an open second-story window of a generously sized white house located in the upper part of town, a place where people who lived just a bit above average resided. Not wealthy people, but families who were in good condition financially.
The breeze wafted into the bedroom, bringing with it the scent of lilacs and caressing the cheek of a girl who lay asleep at her desk, her chin resting on her folded arms. Waking now, and having realized she had dozed off in the middle of doing her report, she sat up and sighed heavily, rubbing at her almond-shaped, doe brown eyes with her fists.
~*~Farfello, I - I care about you so much it hurts sometimes. But there are things you have to understand about me... I cannot throw away everything I believe in just because you ask me to! Why do you have to do this to yourself...? To me...? When you cut yourself like you are now, it's like you're cutting me! Look at this blood - it's all over the both of us, and the only thing I want to do right now is to tell you it's all right, to hold you tight until you feel better, and just forget about everything and be happy with you...and only you...but, I just - I just...I just can't, Farfello. And you will never understand how much it hurts.~*~
The scenery outside her window, houses spaced at good lengths apart, allowing for large, green yards, and her brother riding the four-wheeler up and down the street, would've called to her last year, would've made her want to drop everything and run outside and jump on the back with Ryan and just laugh and have a good time.
Now it didn't appeal to her in the least.
She ran a hand through her thick hair, chestnut brown and in tight spiral curls all the way down her back, and then looked back down at her papers. She hadn't been to school in an entire week, having skipped so she could go through her 'grieving period', and now she was paying for it, the price being to make up a ton of homework.
The black dress she had worn to the funeral hung in her closet, never to be used again, although she had bought it with other purposes in mind. She had wanted to wear it to the next school dance - it was pretty, really. Knee-length and well-fitted, the sleeve cut to come three-fourths of the way down her arms, lacy and draped with a slender cord of black ribbon. A satin, red rose hung at the sash on the waist, flecked with silver glitter. It was almost a good thing she had owned it beforehand, for she had not had the energy to even leave the house after his death.
The room was still pretty much the same though. Same dresser, same pictures of her friends littered everywhere, plastered to the walls, same Lord of the Rings poster over her bed and Tidus picture taped to her desk. It was funny... She didn't really appreciate movies or video games anymore, which troubled her concerned parents greatly.
~*~Are you saying goodbye to me?~*~
The girl, barely eighteen, tapped her pencil against the nearly blank sheet of paper she should've been writing on all those hours she had slept. But she just couldn't stay focused. Her eyes drifted to a picture frame propped up on the corner of her desk. Portrayed in the photo was a happy couple, a boy and a girl at a nearby park. The girl was her, and the boy... He had been her boyfriend at the time. Barely taller than her, slender and agile and covered in countless scars, he had a slightly battered appearance, and just a slight smile on his thin, pale lips. Both his hair and skin were colorless, signs that he was albino, and his golden eyes glittered in semi-happiness. With his arm slung about her shoulders, his stance relaxed, and the water fountain behind them, it should've been a nice picture, but somehow it wasn't. Her wide grin of enthusiasm made the soft curve of his mouth seem a bit forced, and somehow he seemed like he wasn't all there, like his mind was somewhere else and he wasn't truly at peace.
~*~I just need to back off and think, but I will never give up on you, Farfello! I will never put you out of my heart! I - I just couldn't! But...my parents and my friends... I just need to cool things a little and be with them some, to think about us and how you're affecting me, because, to tell you the truth, Farfello, sometimes I don't know what's going on. When I landed in the hospital for three weeks with that gunshot wound...I had a lot of time to think. I know you say you can protect me from that happening again, but you can't. You couldn't even that time. And the truth is...I make you weak.~*~
Her small hands reached out and cradled the picture frame, tenderly placing a fingertip to the glass protecting the photo from smudges and trailing it across his eyebrows, frowning in shame as she remembered how she had been almost embarrassed to show him to her friends, to her family, and to introduce him as her boyfriend. After all, the eye patch and rough scars hewn across his skin had thrown her off at first too.
But now, all she could remember was how delicate and fragile his laugh had been. He didn't laugh that often around her, and always seemed to be restraining himself from doing...something.
~*~I don' care if ye do make me weak! I need you, Bon! Kin't ye see how miserable I am all the time? Ye are my escape! Ye are the only one who makes me smile, who makes me laugh, and I would risk my life for just a few moments of that! When I'm not with ye, I'm in some padded cell, bein' treated like a freak, and slashin' myself wit' knives and enjoyin' the blood cuz it let's me know I am real - and that I have control over some aspect of my life. You kin leave me like this, Bonnie, but someday, one of those knives will cut a lil too deep...will you miss me?~*~
Back then she had been so scared when she had given her answer, and even though it was not a knife in his own hand that had killed him, the answer was still yes.
She missed Farfello very much.
~~~~~
Well, there was the first chapter. Sorry it was so short, but I'm thinking this story will have shorter chapters, and will be very sad!! What else could you expect from a story that starts like this? Anyhow, the rest of this will basically be a flashback, so stay tuned, read, review, and any suggestions are appreciated!
Ooh, watch the dramatic struggle of Farfello battle with his insanity to find true love!!
The sky had ripened to an almost luminescent crimson, like a color you'd find streaking a seasoned nectarine, and in turn the grass was green - a welcome contrast from the dead, brown vegetation that came right after the snow and mud. It was late April, and the weather was warm with an almost balmy quality to it, passing through an open second-story window of a generously sized white house located in the upper part of town, a place where people who lived just a bit above average resided. Not wealthy people, but families who were in good condition financially.
The breeze wafted into the bedroom, bringing with it the scent of lilacs and caressing the cheek of a girl who lay asleep at her desk, her chin resting on her folded arms. Waking now, and having realized she had dozed off in the middle of doing her report, she sat up and sighed heavily, rubbing at her almond-shaped, doe brown eyes with her fists.
~*~Farfello, I - I care about you so much it hurts sometimes. But there are things you have to understand about me... I cannot throw away everything I believe in just because you ask me to! Why do you have to do this to yourself...? To me...? When you cut yourself like you are now, it's like you're cutting me! Look at this blood - it's all over the both of us, and the only thing I want to do right now is to tell you it's all right, to hold you tight until you feel better, and just forget about everything and be happy with you...and only you...but, I just - I just...I just can't, Farfello. And you will never understand how much it hurts.~*~
The scenery outside her window, houses spaced at good lengths apart, allowing for large, green yards, and her brother riding the four-wheeler up and down the street, would've called to her last year, would've made her want to drop everything and run outside and jump on the back with Ryan and just laugh and have a good time.
Now it didn't appeal to her in the least.
She ran a hand through her thick hair, chestnut brown and in tight spiral curls all the way down her back, and then looked back down at her papers. She hadn't been to school in an entire week, having skipped so she could go through her 'grieving period', and now she was paying for it, the price being to make up a ton of homework.
The black dress she had worn to the funeral hung in her closet, never to be used again, although she had bought it with other purposes in mind. She had wanted to wear it to the next school dance - it was pretty, really. Knee-length and well-fitted, the sleeve cut to come three-fourths of the way down her arms, lacy and draped with a slender cord of black ribbon. A satin, red rose hung at the sash on the waist, flecked with silver glitter. It was almost a good thing she had owned it beforehand, for she had not had the energy to even leave the house after his death.
The room was still pretty much the same though. Same dresser, same pictures of her friends littered everywhere, plastered to the walls, same Lord of the Rings poster over her bed and Tidus picture taped to her desk. It was funny... She didn't really appreciate movies or video games anymore, which troubled her concerned parents greatly.
~*~Are you saying goodbye to me?~*~
The girl, barely eighteen, tapped her pencil against the nearly blank sheet of paper she should've been writing on all those hours she had slept. But she just couldn't stay focused. Her eyes drifted to a picture frame propped up on the corner of her desk. Portrayed in the photo was a happy couple, a boy and a girl at a nearby park. The girl was her, and the boy... He had been her boyfriend at the time. Barely taller than her, slender and agile and covered in countless scars, he had a slightly battered appearance, and just a slight smile on his thin, pale lips. Both his hair and skin were colorless, signs that he was albino, and his golden eyes glittered in semi-happiness. With his arm slung about her shoulders, his stance relaxed, and the water fountain behind them, it should've been a nice picture, but somehow it wasn't. Her wide grin of enthusiasm made the soft curve of his mouth seem a bit forced, and somehow he seemed like he wasn't all there, like his mind was somewhere else and he wasn't truly at peace.
~*~I just need to back off and think, but I will never give up on you, Farfello! I will never put you out of my heart! I - I just couldn't! But...my parents and my friends... I just need to cool things a little and be with them some, to think about us and how you're affecting me, because, to tell you the truth, Farfello, sometimes I don't know what's going on. When I landed in the hospital for three weeks with that gunshot wound...I had a lot of time to think. I know you say you can protect me from that happening again, but you can't. You couldn't even that time. And the truth is...I make you weak.~*~
Her small hands reached out and cradled the picture frame, tenderly placing a fingertip to the glass protecting the photo from smudges and trailing it across his eyebrows, frowning in shame as she remembered how she had been almost embarrassed to show him to her friends, to her family, and to introduce him as her boyfriend. After all, the eye patch and rough scars hewn across his skin had thrown her off at first too.
But now, all she could remember was how delicate and fragile his laugh had been. He didn't laugh that often around her, and always seemed to be restraining himself from doing...something.
~*~I don' care if ye do make me weak! I need you, Bon! Kin't ye see how miserable I am all the time? Ye are my escape! Ye are the only one who makes me smile, who makes me laugh, and I would risk my life for just a few moments of that! When I'm not with ye, I'm in some padded cell, bein' treated like a freak, and slashin' myself wit' knives and enjoyin' the blood cuz it let's me know I am real - and that I have control over some aspect of my life. You kin leave me like this, Bonnie, but someday, one of those knives will cut a lil too deep...will you miss me?~*~
Back then she had been so scared when she had given her answer, and even though it was not a knife in his own hand that had killed him, the answer was still yes.
She missed Farfello very much.
~~~~~
Well, there was the first chapter. Sorry it was so short, but I'm thinking this story will have shorter chapters, and will be very sad!! What else could you expect from a story that starts like this? Anyhow, the rest of this will basically be a flashback, so stay tuned, read, review, and any suggestions are appreciated!
Ooh, watch the dramatic struggle of Farfello battle with his insanity to find true love!!