Forgive me
Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 3:13 pm
Okay, I was bored so I started writing another fic hope you guys like this
No still don't own anything, don't sue...
What?s your problem ?
She screamed running out of the kitchen throwing down the towel she held in her hand.
Wait! I wasn?t finished yet! He yelled and ran after her.
Leave me alone! She was making her way to the hall.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him so she was facing him. Don?t you just ran away from me like that! He grabbed her shoulders.
Let go of me! She surprised him pushed him away and ran outside.
He got up and rubbed his head. Damn that?s one hard bookcase!
He ran towards the open door and looked outside.
She was crossing the street.
But to late he saw the danger.
Hilde! He screamed.
She turned around and the only thing she could see was a blinding light.
She moaned when the car hit her,
she fell to her knees and all turned White.
The irritating shrill tones of an alarmclock echoed through the house, and the sun glittered over the white sheets on the bed. The calmed look on his face faded and made way for a sad almost painful look as he turned of the clock. He took a deep breath , preparing himself to open his eyes. The same fear as every morning, the fear to see the hell he created surrounding him once again . Every morning he opened his eyes and felt the monsters of his sins haunting him. They screamed how miserable he was, how he never deserved her, how he killed her?
He breathe out and found the courage to open his eyes. He saw the white sheets of the bed, the soft coloured wooden closet , The sun coming true the window shining on her picture on his nightstand.
He reached out his hand and felt the empty spot next to him.
Still the same lonely hell.
Every morning he wished it was all just a bad dream.
He got up gathered some clothes and made his way to the bathroom.
He glared at his reflection in the mirror and ran his hand through his short and messy hair .
He had cut of his long braid the day she died. The longest day of his life, when he saw them turning of the machines slowly one by one.
The thin green line on the heart-monitor, and the high beep coming from the device.
The moment she died his soul died with her.
He faced the mirror only to see his own tired face, the frowns of discomforts and many fits of crying had made him look years older then he really was. And his intense violet eyes were now dark and dull.
He threw some water in his face and rubbed his eyes. He sighed as he reached out for the hairbrush and started to tame his wild hair. He took a handful of gel in an attempt to make his hair look acceptable and got dressed. He got in his black pair of jeans and grabbed his white T-shirt while he was struggling with his blue sneakers.
As he entered the kitchen he brew himself a cup of instant coffee that was so strong that it could shrivel up one?s brains. After he emptied the cup of cheap poison he got into his black Honda and took of for work.
He was the big boss now in Hilde?s successful computershop . He just hated to work there. Not because it was a lousy job or because it didn?t pay well no . Actually he earned allot with her shop. She had turned it into a very successful business and even people from other colony?s would sometimes come to L2 just for her shop. No he hated it because he didn?t earned to be the boss of HER business. He was always jealous of her success, that was the reason for their daily fights. His stupid jealousy , he always looked annoyed when she told him about her day. He felt useless when he saw how much money she had on her bank-account, while he didn?t had such a successful job. If it wasn?t for him and his egoism she would still be alive. But he just couldn?t sale it, she was so proud of her own business and she had worked for it so hard. It was the only thing of her that was still alive.
He entered the office next to the shop-space and was immediately welcomed by his secretary.
He never showed himself in the shop, he would probably scare away the customers. He ran up to his office on the second floor, greeting his colleges on his way up.
Hi Mr Maxwell how are you doing?
Duo smirked, every morning they asked him how he was. They were all surprised he was still alive.
He always looked so depressed that everybody was convinced he would kill himself sooner or later.
They always tried to cheer him up, telling him it wasn?t his fault, that it was an accident. But they were all wrong, it was his fault, he was the only one to blame.
They didn?t know anything about how selfish he was, how he always started arguing with her for nothing. It was his fault she snapped, it was his fault she ran away that night. But they shouldn?t worry, he wouldn?t kill himself.
He would punish himself by staying alive and live this hell. He would grow old and die lonely that would be his punishment.
He opened the door to his office and noticed some files lying on his desk. He plumped himself down into the chair behind his desk and started to check the files noticing another invitation for a business-dinner with the head of the Winner corporation. He smiled at the thought. Quatre always tried to help him. He knew that this business-dinner was just a way to talk to him. But he wasn?t in the mood for another It-isn?t-your-fault-so-cheer-up-and-enjoy-your-life talk so he tore up the letter and dumped it into the trashcan.
Another day another useless day has passed. Duo sighed and got out of his chair . It was dark outside, he heard a knowk on his door.
Mr Maxwell, me and the guys are going out for a drink , feel like joining us ? A young man about 19 years short black hair appeared in the doorway.
No thank you Dalin .
Mr Maxwell you should go out , find yourself a new girlfriend, forget her.
Duo had to stop himself from beating the guy up, he liked the kid, but sometimes he just had to keep his big mouth shut. But instead of becoming angry he just refused left the office and went straight home.
He kicked of his shoes and dropped himself in the soft pillow of his bed and sighed. He glared at her picture. And tears came pouring down again. He cried himself to sleep again like he did every night of his miserable life. When he fell asleep his face relaxed a little bit again, a little smile could be seen on his lips as he entered his imaginary world. A little world he created in his dreams so he could flight away. His little world were he met her shadow and begged it to forgive him every night again. And he whispered it in his sleep.
Hilde forgive me.
The irritating shrill tones of an alarmclock echoed through the house, and the sun glittered over the white sheets on the bed. The calmed look on his face faded and made way for a sad almost painful look as he turned of the clock. He took a deep breath , preparing himself to open his eyes. The same fear as every morning, the fear to see the hell he created surrounding him once again . Every morning he opened his eyes and felt the monsters of his sins haunting him. They screamed
how miserable he was,
how he never deserved her,
how he killed her?
Every day again
and again
and again.
Till the day he died it haunted him
No still don't own anything, don't sue...
What?s your problem ?
She screamed running out of the kitchen throwing down the towel she held in her hand.
Wait! I wasn?t finished yet! He yelled and ran after her.
Leave me alone! She was making her way to the hall.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him so she was facing him. Don?t you just ran away from me like that! He grabbed her shoulders.
Let go of me! She surprised him pushed him away and ran outside.
He got up and rubbed his head. Damn that?s one hard bookcase!
He ran towards the open door and looked outside.
She was crossing the street.
But to late he saw the danger.
Hilde! He screamed.
She turned around and the only thing she could see was a blinding light.
She moaned when the car hit her,
she fell to her knees and all turned White.
The irritating shrill tones of an alarmclock echoed through the house, and the sun glittered over the white sheets on the bed. The calmed look on his face faded and made way for a sad almost painful look as he turned of the clock. He took a deep breath , preparing himself to open his eyes. The same fear as every morning, the fear to see the hell he created surrounding him once again . Every morning he opened his eyes and felt the monsters of his sins haunting him. They screamed how miserable he was, how he never deserved her, how he killed her?
He breathe out and found the courage to open his eyes. He saw the white sheets of the bed, the soft coloured wooden closet , The sun coming true the window shining on her picture on his nightstand.
He reached out his hand and felt the empty spot next to him.
Still the same lonely hell.
Every morning he wished it was all just a bad dream.
He got up gathered some clothes and made his way to the bathroom.
He glared at his reflection in the mirror and ran his hand through his short and messy hair .
He had cut of his long braid the day she died. The longest day of his life, when he saw them turning of the machines slowly one by one.
The thin green line on the heart-monitor, and the high beep coming from the device.
The moment she died his soul died with her.
He faced the mirror only to see his own tired face, the frowns of discomforts and many fits of crying had made him look years older then he really was. And his intense violet eyes were now dark and dull.
He threw some water in his face and rubbed his eyes. He sighed as he reached out for the hairbrush and started to tame his wild hair. He took a handful of gel in an attempt to make his hair look acceptable and got dressed. He got in his black pair of jeans and grabbed his white T-shirt while he was struggling with his blue sneakers.
As he entered the kitchen he brew himself a cup of instant coffee that was so strong that it could shrivel up one?s brains. After he emptied the cup of cheap poison he got into his black Honda and took of for work.
He was the big boss now in Hilde?s successful computershop . He just hated to work there. Not because it was a lousy job or because it didn?t pay well no . Actually he earned allot with her shop. She had turned it into a very successful business and even people from other colony?s would sometimes come to L2 just for her shop. No he hated it because he didn?t earned to be the boss of HER business. He was always jealous of her success, that was the reason for their daily fights. His stupid jealousy , he always looked annoyed when she told him about her day. He felt useless when he saw how much money she had on her bank-account, while he didn?t had such a successful job. If it wasn?t for him and his egoism she would still be alive. But he just couldn?t sale it, she was so proud of her own business and she had worked for it so hard. It was the only thing of her that was still alive.
He entered the office next to the shop-space and was immediately welcomed by his secretary.
He never showed himself in the shop, he would probably scare away the customers. He ran up to his office on the second floor, greeting his colleges on his way up.
Hi Mr Maxwell how are you doing?
Duo smirked, every morning they asked him how he was. They were all surprised he was still alive.
He always looked so depressed that everybody was convinced he would kill himself sooner or later.
They always tried to cheer him up, telling him it wasn?t his fault, that it was an accident. But they were all wrong, it was his fault, he was the only one to blame.
They didn?t know anything about how selfish he was, how he always started arguing with her for nothing. It was his fault she snapped, it was his fault she ran away that night. But they shouldn?t worry, he wouldn?t kill himself.
He would punish himself by staying alive and live this hell. He would grow old and die lonely that would be his punishment.
He opened the door to his office and noticed some files lying on his desk. He plumped himself down into the chair behind his desk and started to check the files noticing another invitation for a business-dinner with the head of the Winner corporation. He smiled at the thought. Quatre always tried to help him. He knew that this business-dinner was just a way to talk to him. But he wasn?t in the mood for another It-isn?t-your-fault-so-cheer-up-and-enjoy-your-life talk so he tore up the letter and dumped it into the trashcan.
Another day another useless day has passed. Duo sighed and got out of his chair . It was dark outside, he heard a knowk on his door.
Mr Maxwell, me and the guys are going out for a drink , feel like joining us ? A young man about 19 years short black hair appeared in the doorway.
No thank you Dalin .
Mr Maxwell you should go out , find yourself a new girlfriend, forget her.
Duo had to stop himself from beating the guy up, he liked the kid, but sometimes he just had to keep his big mouth shut. But instead of becoming angry he just refused left the office and went straight home.
He kicked of his shoes and dropped himself in the soft pillow of his bed and sighed. He glared at her picture. And tears came pouring down again. He cried himself to sleep again like he did every night of his miserable life. When he fell asleep his face relaxed a little bit again, a little smile could be seen on his lips as he entered his imaginary world. A little world he created in his dreams so he could flight away. His little world were he met her shadow and begged it to forgive him every night again. And he whispered it in his sleep.
Hilde forgive me.
The irritating shrill tones of an alarmclock echoed through the house, and the sun glittered over the white sheets on the bed. The calmed look on his face faded and made way for a sad almost painful look as he turned of the clock. He took a deep breath , preparing himself to open his eyes. The same fear as every morning, the fear to see the hell he created surrounding him once again . Every morning he opened his eyes and felt the monsters of his sins haunting him. They screamed
how miserable he was,
how he never deserved her,
how he killed her?
Every day again
and again
and again.
Till the day he died it haunted him
