| Pulled From the Wreckage | ||||||||
| Summary: I need some distraction/ or beautiful release/ memory seeps from my veins/ let me be empty/ and weightless and maybe/ I'll find some peace tonight Author�s Notes: Hope you all enjoyed the relative lightness of the last chapter, because the angst is back! Hope you all enjoy! Angel is by Sarah McLachlan. Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay I�m lying in my room and I can hear Gil putting Lindsey to bed. It�s my first night home from the hospital, and I�m terrified. The first couple of nights at the hospital I was fine, I was too drugged up to be scared. But after that, I started waking up every night with horrible nightmares. Gil had been there every time, but he shouldn�t have to see me like that. He�s already doing so much for both Lindsey and I. I wish I could tell him how much I appreciate it. there's always some reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day But for all the time he�s spent with me the past couple of weeks, we haven�t really talked. I�m afraid to, afraid to face this thing between us. And it�s annoying, because before this happened, I was never a fearful person. But I�m not who I was anymore. I need some distraction or beautiful release I�m interrupted from my thoughts by a shift of the bed. I turn my head to face Lindsey, who grins at me and gives me a careful hug, �G�night Mommy�. I return the hug and grin, �Night baby�. memory seeps from my veins let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight When she leaves, my eyes start to drift close, but I fight the sleep I feel coming on. I�m waiting for Gil to come back first. It takes the nightmares longer to come if he�s there when I fall asleep. in the arms of an angel far away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear Despite my best efforts, I�m almost asleep when I feel him stroking my hair. I try to open my eyes, but I can just make out him shaking his head, �It�s okay, go to sleep.� you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there �I�ll be right here.� so tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back I can�t move. My stomach hurts. I�m in a room all alone. But them I�m not alone. He�s there. He�s there, and I can�t get away. It�s just me and him. Where�s Gil? He said he wouldn't leave me. and the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack I try to twist away, try to escape, to get out. And I hear laughter ringing in my ears. Again and again, the laughter. it don't make no difference escaping one last time Suddenly, I shoot straight up in bed, screaming, �NO!!!� it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees And then the tears come, both from fear and pain, great racking sobs that shake my entire being. in the arms of an angel far away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear And he is there, holding me close, rocking me back and forth. you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie Protecting me from the monsters in my head. you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there He continues to rock me, murmuring into my hair, �It�s okay. It�s over, it�s over. Everything�s going to be okay.� you're in the arms of the angel And as I begin to drift back asleep, this time wrapped securely in his arms, I believe him, if only for a moment. may you find some comfort here TBC |
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