- Steele Holding You in My Heart
Date: Thursday, October 31, 2002
Roz Bertier <email@example.com>
ok, this is a little bit on the depressing side, not the best
thing for halloween, but hey! I started on this a while ago!
But anyways, it's one of my many inner-monolouge stories, this
one's from the point of veiw of a character that usually isn't
used to his full potential. See if you can figure it out! Permission
to archive, and it's going to be 2 parts, the next part tells
you who it is!
I sat at the small bar, gently sipping away at the glass at my
elbow. The familiar liquid burned it's trail down my throat to
my stomach. I reread the newspaper article that I had snipped
from the paper, and grinned one of those "you wouldn't be
grinning if you were sober" grins. I was happy for her,
I truly was.
She was the only thing I had to be happy about. I was a miserable
excuse of a man. A miserable old miser, with nothing left to
live for. Everything I had stayed behind when I walked on. The
bar seemed even more depressing, almost to mirror my mood.
It was one of those dingy downtown dives. A lowly lowlife bar.
The kind of place that was filled with the scum of the earth.
The kind of place that was filled with people like me. I pushed
a lock of hair away from my face, and stared at the two thing
in front of me. The newspaper article, and a photo.
A photo of a young girl, she was barely 13 when I took that photo.
They're she was, happy as she always was. Lauging, hanging off
of a tree branch. Abby always "tsk-tsked" when I let
her do something reckless like that. But she had fun. I didn't
care about safty, or what could happen, and it seemed that she
I knew that I wrecked her life. I still loved her, I really did.
I never meant to hurt HER. But I couldn't stand it anymore. I
was a free spirit. But that was always my downfall. My free spirit
forced me away. And I hurt everyone in my wake.
I got up from the bar, and walked out. I went back to my old
rundown apartment. I went into the bedroom, and pulled out the
familiar blue metal. It clicked back, louder than it ever had.
My hands were shaking, but it had to be done. It would not only
give me closure, but would perhaps give her closure as well.
I raised it once, and then dropped my hand out of nerves. I shook
my head, to clear my brain, and raised the gun again, with a
steadier hand. With my free hand, I quickly scrawled out a note,
before my finger tightened on the trigger. The last thing I heard
was a sharp, extremely loud bang, and all went black.
- End Part 1
- To Part