Somewhere Out There - Prologue/R
Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2003 6:25 pm
This story is dedicated to all those parents who have lost so much but have also gained wisdom deeper and clearer than any oblivion. To the little souls of those who live no longer in this world, but whose hearts reside in an eternity beyond any depravation. To all those families that are devoted to love, even beyond death. Because a love between a parent and their offspring is eternal. To all of you, I dedicate.
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Somewhere Out There
By Andrea Sinisterra
Angst/Tragedy
Rated R
Prologue
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The pain of tears shed
For someone held dear
Pierces the earth, and drenches the land...
I want to end this sorrow!!
"Last Impression"
- Two Mix
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"Mommy! Daddy!" Little 6 year old Victoria called to her parents.
Relena waved to her daughter, a brilliant smile on her face. "Honey, hold still, daddy's going to take you a picture."
Victoria pouted, swinging her arms in her attempt to exasperate her father. "But I don't wanna take a picture!"
Heero's eyes narrowed at his daughter's quirks, crossing arms over his chest, "Victoria." He warned.
"I love you, daddy. But I don't want to take a picture!"
Heero looked at Relena, his eyes narrower than before, "she spends too much time with you."
"Heero, you know how she loves to tease you." Relena laughed softly, advancing towards her husband, and circling his waist from behind, "and you're so fun to tease."
Abruptly, Heero turned in her arms, hurling her to the soft grass, before smothering her in tickles.
"Oh my God!" Relena squealed, screamed, fought, and laughed, her lungs crying for the air she giggled out, "stop it!"
Heero laughed with her, his expert fingers finding her most ticklish places with ease, "YOU are the tease." He saw Victoria giggling, and Heero told her to join him, "but only if you promise to let me take the picture."
"I promise," More to get to the tickling than really committing to the promise.
Relena screamed again, the small hands of her daughter attaching themselves to her sides, "this is not faaaiiirrrr!!"
"Promise to never tease me again."
"I promise!"
Victoria laughed.
"Promise to tell my daughter to never tease me again."
"Our daugh-- Promise!"
"Promise to give me a kiss after I'm done."
"I promise, I promise!"
"Promise to-"
"Heero!!"
Heero laughed, but his hands ceased their torture.
Relena gasped for breath, swatting the lingering hands of her husband and daughter away. "You two are so cruel. You, no more kisses, and you, no more hugs."
It was really comical when father and daughter pouted at the same time, each unaware of the other doing the same.
They found a man who kindly accepted to take them a picture, and as they sat on a stone bench, with Victoria in the middle, she whispered an 'I love you' loud enough for both parents to hear.
And just as the camera flashed, Victoria smiled while Heero and Relena looked at her, each with wonder and smiles on their faces.
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Relena woke from her dream, disoriented and tipsy from the lingering effects of the drugs the doctor had prescribed for her. Her blue eyes, glassy and blood-shot roamed the dark room, her body numb and her arm tingled almost painfully. The skin where the sedative had been injected was red almost purplish, but she ignored the sight, bound on finding her husband.
He was nowhere to be found. After a clumsy attempt of leaving the bed, with her ending on the floor, she managed to get to the bedroom door, supported by desks and walls. She tried calling him, but her voice was rough, hoarse and she felt a disturbing itch on her throat whenever she tried to speak. Her knees wobbled, but she caught herself, landing harshly on a little side table reclining to one wall.
She took deep, gasping breaths, calming herself, and steadying her legs, before she tried to continue. Where was he? Why wasn't he with her while she was out? Didn't he know that he was the only person she had left? That he was the only lifeline she had that kept her from loosing her sanity? Didn't he know she needed him!?!
As she rounded the corner, her thoughts and questions all came to an immediate halt, her eyes taking in his dirty hair, and his slumped, shaking shoulders. He was crouching on the floor, head resting on his knees and arms hugging his legs… his back to the pink door.
Heero. Oh, God, how she suffered seeing him like this. Relena approached him, kneeling in the space between his legs, and before she could say something, his hands wound around her body, and pulled her to his arms.
Their tears mingled together, losing themselves in the folds of their clothes, their hands, frantic tugging on each other as they strived to mesh their bodies into one. Their hug, at once, full of fear as it was of pain and sorrow. Relena could feel the wetness on her hair from the thousand tears he had cried, and that she knew, were nowhere near to being completely shed.
"How is your arm?" He asked after a long time a mutual silence had gone by, his hands running down the smooth planes of her face and down the silk of her hair. "Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." She bit her lip for a moment, her thoughts wandering for a minute, "I really lost it back there, didn't I?"
"You were in a shock. It's comprehensible. I was worried about you. They were really rough on you when they-"
She silenced him with an index to his lips, a shushing sound soothing his troubled psyche. They watched each other's eyes, as if they did so, they could drown in each other, and leave this world to end their misery and their heartache. A sorrow deeper than any ocean and darker than any oblivion resided their hearts and will forever weigh their souls.
Heero struggled to his feet, hefting her up a moment later. Relena pressed her cold body to the side of his equally cold one, her hands resting on his chest, just where his heart beat; the sound lulling her to unconscious peace. "I told myself I could do it. That I-"
He took a deep breath, enforced by the rush of warmth coming from his wife, "I can't open it."
Relena sighed, lifting her head all the way up to maintain the tears and prevent them from falling, a deep breath filling and leaving her lungs. "I miss her so much, Heero." A small sob broke her voice, but she was determined to say what she needed to say, "It's not fair! I want her back!"
Heero turned the sobbing woman into his arms, hugging her harder than necessary, but he was encouraged when she hugged him harder still. "I know. I want her back, too."
And with no resistance, he guided her back through the maze of halls and corridors, darkness dispersing in the space they vacated, and concealing the pink door in its embrace.
TBC...
So, how did you like it? Should I continue or definitely get my day job back? Please, review 'cause I seriously want to know what you think; I wasn't very sure about this type of story, you know, the angst and the overall theme, but I really got into it, and I really like how it's turning out. Please, whatever you think about it, write it down and post it. Thank you.
* * *
Somewhere Out There
By Andrea Sinisterra
Angst/Tragedy
Rated R
Prologue
* * *
The pain of tears shed
For someone held dear
Pierces the earth, and drenches the land...
I want to end this sorrow!!
"Last Impression"
- Two Mix
* * *
"Mommy! Daddy!" Little 6 year old Victoria called to her parents.
Relena waved to her daughter, a brilliant smile on her face. "Honey, hold still, daddy's going to take you a picture."
Victoria pouted, swinging her arms in her attempt to exasperate her father. "But I don't wanna take a picture!"
Heero's eyes narrowed at his daughter's quirks, crossing arms over his chest, "Victoria." He warned.
"I love you, daddy. But I don't want to take a picture!"
Heero looked at Relena, his eyes narrower than before, "she spends too much time with you."
"Heero, you know how she loves to tease you." Relena laughed softly, advancing towards her husband, and circling his waist from behind, "and you're so fun to tease."
Abruptly, Heero turned in her arms, hurling her to the soft grass, before smothering her in tickles.
"Oh my God!" Relena squealed, screamed, fought, and laughed, her lungs crying for the air she giggled out, "stop it!"
Heero laughed with her, his expert fingers finding her most ticklish places with ease, "YOU are the tease." He saw Victoria giggling, and Heero told her to join him, "but only if you promise to let me take the picture."
"I promise," More to get to the tickling than really committing to the promise.
Relena screamed again, the small hands of her daughter attaching themselves to her sides, "this is not faaaiiirrrr!!"
"Promise to never tease me again."
"I promise!"
Victoria laughed.
"Promise to tell my daughter to never tease me again."
"Our daugh-- Promise!"
"Promise to give me a kiss after I'm done."
"I promise, I promise!"
"Promise to-"
"Heero!!"
Heero laughed, but his hands ceased their torture.
Relena gasped for breath, swatting the lingering hands of her husband and daughter away. "You two are so cruel. You, no more kisses, and you, no more hugs."
It was really comical when father and daughter pouted at the same time, each unaware of the other doing the same.
They found a man who kindly accepted to take them a picture, and as they sat on a stone bench, with Victoria in the middle, she whispered an 'I love you' loud enough for both parents to hear.
And just as the camera flashed, Victoria smiled while Heero and Relena looked at her, each with wonder and smiles on their faces.
* * *
Relena woke from her dream, disoriented and tipsy from the lingering effects of the drugs the doctor had prescribed for her. Her blue eyes, glassy and blood-shot roamed the dark room, her body numb and her arm tingled almost painfully. The skin where the sedative had been injected was red almost purplish, but she ignored the sight, bound on finding her husband.
He was nowhere to be found. After a clumsy attempt of leaving the bed, with her ending on the floor, she managed to get to the bedroom door, supported by desks and walls. She tried calling him, but her voice was rough, hoarse and she felt a disturbing itch on her throat whenever she tried to speak. Her knees wobbled, but she caught herself, landing harshly on a little side table reclining to one wall.
She took deep, gasping breaths, calming herself, and steadying her legs, before she tried to continue. Where was he? Why wasn't he with her while she was out? Didn't he know that he was the only person she had left? That he was the only lifeline she had that kept her from loosing her sanity? Didn't he know she needed him!?!
As she rounded the corner, her thoughts and questions all came to an immediate halt, her eyes taking in his dirty hair, and his slumped, shaking shoulders. He was crouching on the floor, head resting on his knees and arms hugging his legs… his back to the pink door.
Heero. Oh, God, how she suffered seeing him like this. Relena approached him, kneeling in the space between his legs, and before she could say something, his hands wound around her body, and pulled her to his arms.
Their tears mingled together, losing themselves in the folds of their clothes, their hands, frantic tugging on each other as they strived to mesh their bodies into one. Their hug, at once, full of fear as it was of pain and sorrow. Relena could feel the wetness on her hair from the thousand tears he had cried, and that she knew, were nowhere near to being completely shed.
"How is your arm?" He asked after a long time a mutual silence had gone by, his hands running down the smooth planes of her face and down the silk of her hair. "Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." She bit her lip for a moment, her thoughts wandering for a minute, "I really lost it back there, didn't I?"
"You were in a shock. It's comprehensible. I was worried about you. They were really rough on you when they-"
She silenced him with an index to his lips, a shushing sound soothing his troubled psyche. They watched each other's eyes, as if they did so, they could drown in each other, and leave this world to end their misery and their heartache. A sorrow deeper than any ocean and darker than any oblivion resided their hearts and will forever weigh their souls.
Heero struggled to his feet, hefting her up a moment later. Relena pressed her cold body to the side of his equally cold one, her hands resting on his chest, just where his heart beat; the sound lulling her to unconscious peace. "I told myself I could do it. That I-"
He took a deep breath, enforced by the rush of warmth coming from his wife, "I can't open it."
Relena sighed, lifting her head all the way up to maintain the tears and prevent them from falling, a deep breath filling and leaving her lungs. "I miss her so much, Heero." A small sob broke her voice, but she was determined to say what she needed to say, "It's not fair! I want her back!"
Heero turned the sobbing woman into his arms, hugging her harder than necessary, but he was encouraged when she hugged him harder still. "I know. I want her back, too."
And with no resistance, he guided her back through the maze of halls and corridors, darkness dispersing in the space they vacated, and concealing the pink door in its embrace.
TBC...
So, how did you like it? Should I continue or definitely get my day job back? Please, review 'cause I seriously want to know what you think; I wasn't very sure about this type of story, you know, the angst and the overall theme, but I really got into it, and I really like how it's turning out. Please, whatever you think about it, write it down and post it. Thank you.
) think you should continue! You've caught my attention! 
