Post by spyder on Dec 30, 2006 22:43:44 GMT -5
Spyder: Now that I’ve finished TTMNC I’ve realised I suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands, a lot of which I have been spending experimenting with writing, and after the success of my first fanfic “Someday”, I felt obliged to do another. Also, I’m beginning to like one-shots (especially seeing as I take ages to finish my chapter based stories XD)
Anyway, the song is “Incomplete” by the Backstreet Boys. Now I’ve never been a massive fan of these guys, in fact I’ve never really been any sort of fan of their work, it usually irritates me. But this one song, even I had to admit was good. I could really feel the emotion charged into this song and it immediately made me think of Jake and Rose and the tragedies that had occurred in their lives.
But with Season 2 having already aired and everything I couldn’t exactly do it seeing as their problems had already been resolved (D*mn! XD) So I came up with this idea that I’d been thinking about for a “Side Of A Bullet” fic (that is, until Redemption beat me to it. Also, I think I should lay off the Nickelback songs for a bit lol)
So yeah, I hope you like it and for those of you who have cried over my fics in the past, well… Just beware, very emotional stuff.
Incomplete (Rose’s P.O.V.)
All the world around me was darkness and despair, callous and unbearable emotional torture locked within these four rusted, forgotten gates and fences towering over me like an abandoned building. A place that showcased the lives of those who had been forgotten about and abandoned, but I wasn’t going to let that happened. Everything that had every happened, good and bad, every little memory would remain, forever in my heart.
I leant down on my knees and touched the stone, just like I did everyday, still not believing the truth, still hoping and preying that none of this was really. I ran my fingers over the name carved into the stone and followed it down the marking as though I was visually impaired and trying to read brail.
“R.I.P. Jacob Luke Long; 1992-2006”
I sighed and pulled my hand down to the soil surrounded Jake’s grave, holding him under and took some of it between my fingers, running them through them, letting them ease through the gaps like water soaking through the cracks of a ceiling.
Empty spaces, fill me up with holes
Distant faces, with no place left to go
Without you, within me
I can’t find no rest
Where I’m going, is anybody’s guess.
I reached down and touched the rose I had placed next to his grave several weeks ago. It was worn, tattered and uncared for, fading from red to an dull, limp grey colour; and it was ironic, almost funny in a way, that that was exactly how I felt at this time; dull and emotionless, as though nothing was left.
I stared across at the photo I had given Jake close to one year ago, which now sat across from where Jake would now lie, forever. Just seeing that photo, seeing Jake’s face once again, bought back memories I didn’t want. It was every thing I had lost and everything I longed and preyed to get back, which was impossible.
I leant my head against the frail, worn photograph my eyes filling with tears that slowly slid down my face and splashed against the picture, smudging what you could still make out of my face. I pulled back slightly and sheltered the photograph under my body, taking one last look at Jake’s face, just wanting him to see one last time.
I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake, but my world is half asleep
I prey, for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
“No matter what happens Jake,” I said, holding the photograph and staring down upon his grave “I will never stop loving you.”
And with that I pulled myself up onto my feet and stared the empty, gloomy cemetery for hopefully one last time, hoping to wake up at any second and realise this had all been a dream, nothing but a figment of my imagination. But everyday of the past few weeks had been the same, never changing as though I was living in a nightmare for all eternity.
But I turned, and kept walking for I couldn’t stand to look back, I didn’t want to feel this way anymore. I just wanted everything to back the way it was before. I needed to rid my mind of these feelings of anguish and loss consuming my soul and drowning out all feelings of hope and happiness.
Voices tell me, I should carry on
But I am swimming, in an ocean all alone
Baby, my baby, it’s written on your face
You still wonder, if we made a big mistake
Even when I lay here at home, under the warm covers of my bed I couldn’t forget it, I couldn’t forget everything that had happened between us. I couldn’t find happiness as stared upon the ceiling, watching the dark shadows swallow up any rays of light, flowing through the open window.
I stared across at it feeling the breeze brush against my face, and pulled myself out of bed making my way over to it. I stared out the window and stuck my head out to get a better view of the hustle and bustle of the city. The unwelcoming environment of surrounds, cars racing left and right and chiming of unfamiliar voices from the streets below.
I pulled my legs out next and stood on the guttering below the window, feeling the wind flow against my entire body as I looked around the city, my face still hanging in sorrow for everything we had shared here, and now… everything I had lost. Even with the unique beauty of the stars and moon decorating the dark and empty sky I still felt nothing, no sounds of happiness of feeling better.
I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake, but my world is half asleep
I prey, for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
And as I felt the wind lashing against my bare skin, I closed my eyes and held my arms out as though I was sailing gently towards the ground like an angel. The last thing I heard clearly was a crash and I snapped my eyes open again, staring around the sidewalk where I now lay; feeling a sticky, wet substance dripping against the back of my head.
I don’t mean to drag it on
But I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go
The sound of the street around me had faded, as though miles away from me. I saw a few pedestrians stopping and pointing at me, one woman letting out a scream but as I looked across and saw her I heard no sound, it was muffled out much like the traffic from the road.
There were crowds of people surrounding me, I searched every face but knew none. Until I saw a blinding flash from one of them, who stepped forward and stood in front of me. He had jet black hair that was spiked up and bleached green at the tips, he wore dark eyes with a look of concern in them. I knew him. His presence alone made me feel so much better, I no longer felt dizzy or lost or sad, just a sense of satisfaction when I saw his face in the flesh again.
I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake, but my world is half asleep
I prey, for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, I tried to reach for his hand but my arms wouldn’t even move. I wasn’t breathing anymore, but I had only just noticed now.
He stood in front of me, not saying a word, he simply reached out and I felt his hand gently touch against the side of my head, the exact spot where my wound was seeping. Now that I saw him, I no longer felt pain, just a sense of tiredness and resignation; and with that, I smiled and closed my eyes…
Incomplete
Spyder: I dedicated this fic to the memory of all those who have committed suicide at young ages due to depression or loss. “No matter how dark things in your life seem, never give up on searching for light…”
Anyway, the song is “Incomplete” by the Backstreet Boys. Now I’ve never been a massive fan of these guys, in fact I’ve never really been any sort of fan of their work, it usually irritates me. But this one song, even I had to admit was good. I could really feel the emotion charged into this song and it immediately made me think of Jake and Rose and the tragedies that had occurred in their lives.
But with Season 2 having already aired and everything I couldn’t exactly do it seeing as their problems had already been resolved (D*mn! XD) So I came up with this idea that I’d been thinking about for a “Side Of A Bullet” fic (that is, until Redemption beat me to it. Also, I think I should lay off the Nickelback songs for a bit lol)
So yeah, I hope you like it and for those of you who have cried over my fics in the past, well… Just beware, very emotional stuff.
Incomplete (Rose’s P.O.V.)
All the world around me was darkness and despair, callous and unbearable emotional torture locked within these four rusted, forgotten gates and fences towering over me like an abandoned building. A place that showcased the lives of those who had been forgotten about and abandoned, but I wasn’t going to let that happened. Everything that had every happened, good and bad, every little memory would remain, forever in my heart.
I leant down on my knees and touched the stone, just like I did everyday, still not believing the truth, still hoping and preying that none of this was really. I ran my fingers over the name carved into the stone and followed it down the marking as though I was visually impaired and trying to read brail.
“R.I.P. Jacob Luke Long; 1992-2006”
I sighed and pulled my hand down to the soil surrounded Jake’s grave, holding him under and took some of it between my fingers, running them through them, letting them ease through the gaps like water soaking through the cracks of a ceiling.
Empty spaces, fill me up with holes
Distant faces, with no place left to go
Without you, within me
I can’t find no rest
Where I’m going, is anybody’s guess.
I reached down and touched the rose I had placed next to his grave several weeks ago. It was worn, tattered and uncared for, fading from red to an dull, limp grey colour; and it was ironic, almost funny in a way, that that was exactly how I felt at this time; dull and emotionless, as though nothing was left.
I stared across at the photo I had given Jake close to one year ago, which now sat across from where Jake would now lie, forever. Just seeing that photo, seeing Jake’s face once again, bought back memories I didn’t want. It was every thing I had lost and everything I longed and preyed to get back, which was impossible.
I leant my head against the frail, worn photograph my eyes filling with tears that slowly slid down my face and splashed against the picture, smudging what you could still make out of my face. I pulled back slightly and sheltered the photograph under my body, taking one last look at Jake’s face, just wanting him to see one last time.
I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake, but my world is half asleep
I prey, for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
“No matter what happens Jake,” I said, holding the photograph and staring down upon his grave “I will never stop loving you.”
And with that I pulled myself up onto my feet and stared the empty, gloomy cemetery for hopefully one last time, hoping to wake up at any second and realise this had all been a dream, nothing but a figment of my imagination. But everyday of the past few weeks had been the same, never changing as though I was living in a nightmare for all eternity.
But I turned, and kept walking for I couldn’t stand to look back, I didn’t want to feel this way anymore. I just wanted everything to back the way it was before. I needed to rid my mind of these feelings of anguish and loss consuming my soul and drowning out all feelings of hope and happiness.
Voices tell me, I should carry on
But I am swimming, in an ocean all alone
Baby, my baby, it’s written on your face
You still wonder, if we made a big mistake
Even when I lay here at home, under the warm covers of my bed I couldn’t forget it, I couldn’t forget everything that had happened between us. I couldn’t find happiness as stared upon the ceiling, watching the dark shadows swallow up any rays of light, flowing through the open window.
I stared across at it feeling the breeze brush against my face, and pulled myself out of bed making my way over to it. I stared out the window and stuck my head out to get a better view of the hustle and bustle of the city. The unwelcoming environment of surrounds, cars racing left and right and chiming of unfamiliar voices from the streets below.
I pulled my legs out next and stood on the guttering below the window, feeling the wind flow against my entire body as I looked around the city, my face still hanging in sorrow for everything we had shared here, and now… everything I had lost. Even with the unique beauty of the stars and moon decorating the dark and empty sky I still felt nothing, no sounds of happiness of feeling better.
I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake, but my world is half asleep
I prey, for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
And as I felt the wind lashing against my bare skin, I closed my eyes and held my arms out as though I was sailing gently towards the ground like an angel. The last thing I heard clearly was a crash and I snapped my eyes open again, staring around the sidewalk where I now lay; feeling a sticky, wet substance dripping against the back of my head.
I don’t mean to drag it on
But I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go
The sound of the street around me had faded, as though miles away from me. I saw a few pedestrians stopping and pointing at me, one woman letting out a scream but as I looked across and saw her I heard no sound, it was muffled out much like the traffic from the road.
There were crowds of people surrounding me, I searched every face but knew none. Until I saw a blinding flash from one of them, who stepped forward and stood in front of me. He had jet black hair that was spiked up and bleached green at the tips, he wore dark eyes with a look of concern in them. I knew him. His presence alone made me feel so much better, I no longer felt dizzy or lost or sad, just a sense of satisfaction when I saw his face in the flesh again.
I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake, but my world is half asleep
I prey, for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, I tried to reach for his hand but my arms wouldn’t even move. I wasn’t breathing anymore, but I had only just noticed now.
He stood in front of me, not saying a word, he simply reached out and I felt his hand gently touch against the side of my head, the exact spot where my wound was seeping. Now that I saw him, I no longer felt pain, just a sense of tiredness and resignation; and with that, I smiled and closed my eyes…
Incomplete
Spyder: I dedicated this fic to the memory of all those who have committed suicide at young ages due to depression or loss. “No matter how dark things in your life seem, never give up on searching for light…”