This is a short story.I got the inspiration to write this by the song “Anne Claire” by the Guano Apes. And yeah, it’s about our all-loved Seany…
“Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share..Anne Claire, going into..”
“RICH!SHUT UP! It’s enough you listen to that shit, but stop singing it!”J yelled frustrated at his bandmate. Sean sighed. He wasn’t particularly bothered with Rich’s habit of continually singing the song that was stuck in his head. Like he wasn’t particularly bothered with anything at all. “But J” protested Rich.”They ARE good. Really, they SO rocked live.”
“Yeah, yeah, fine. But would you please just CUT IT OUT!!”
Rich shrugged and grinned.”I’ll try my best” he replied innocently, and Sean knew Rich was lying. He shook his head and leaned backwards in his chair. He was about to close his eyes, when he heard his name.”Sean”said Rich, his back still turned to his mate. “Don’t even THINK of closing your eyes. I’m gonna take a shower”he continued.
“How did he know that?!”asked J surprised. Sean shrugged. “Guess I’m quite predictable.”
“Weak her bones, cold her breath, praying fearful in the moment of death…”Rich’s singing reached them through the door. “RICHARD NEVILLE!”shouted J.”I swear I’ll kill you when you get out of there!”
The only answer J got was laughter from the shower, and he continued his tirade against his ‘friend’.
Late that night, Sean returned home walking, since his bike was broken and he still hadn’t passed his driving test. He was in thoughts about the gig of that night when he suddenly heard something familiar. “Weak her bones, cold her breath, praying fearful…”
Surprised he stopped right in his tracks, and turned around to the source of the sound, a small alley.The first thing he saw was a woman on her knees on the ground.Her blond hair hung over her face and she had her hands over her ears to cover herself from the man..The man, a fearful tall dark person. “And, are you praying, dearie?” he asked the girl, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head back.
“Leave her alone!” Sean had blurted it out before he knew what he was doing. The man didn’t even seem surprised. He let the woman go, and focused on Sean. “You know, you are gonna sorry this” he said. In a flowing movement, he grabbed something from his boot and flashed the knife in front of Sean. Sean’s eyes got big as he saw the monstruous big saw with serrated edges, but from a distance he saw the woman moving away, and he felt encouraged. The man, in the meantime, stroked softly the shiny metal of his weapon. “Isn’t she beautiful?”he asked.”You know, these things are supposed to do more damage coming out than going in, ‘cuz they get things out most people like to keep inside." He grinned evilly. Sean shivered, but at an impulse he grabbed the lit of a garbage can nearby. The impact was short but explosive. The man’s head flipped aside as Sean hit him on the head with all his power, and the knife shoved away before the feet of the woman. She took it carefully in her hand and walked up to her tormenter. Sean was surprised that the man didn’t scream when the knife went into his chest awfully slow. When she got up and pulled the knife out, he did scream. The last time. And she was satisfied. Sean smiled despite himself, and sang the last tune. “Goodbye, Goodbye, my good boy, good bye, goodbye, no more toys…”
Anne Claire-Guano Apes
Weak her bones/ cold her breath/ praying fearful in the moment of death/ feels the sleep/ coming near / tries to keep her eyes open and clear/ through the dark/ there’s the sound she fears// Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share/ Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flare// easy meet placed in an ugly game/ lights the candle for an endless shame/ your love is her pain/ growing to hate/ RIP for rape she’s no longer your//Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share, Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flare//does she turn you on, come on/ diggin in her wound it’s done/ does she turn you on, come on/ diggin in her wound it’s done// lay down on your feet/ and pray for all your sins/ be ready to join the last lesson/ be ready to join … your last kiss//Good bye, goodbye, my good boy, good bye, goodbye, no more toys….
Sean helped her up, and couldn’t help noticing how pretty she could be with her blond hair and blue eyes if she was clean. “What’s your name, love?”he asked softly.The girl giggled. “Anne Claire, baby. Anne Claire.”
This is dedicated to someone special. You know who you are.