The rain pounded furiously against the metal cave, the screeching lightning halted the pulsations of the world, and the thunder arrested any form of sanity. There was a girl, hiding, with only the shed’s roof leaving her partitioned off from the torrential world that surrounded her. Melancholy and morose, the only thoughts that came to her were a song that she once heard, “It’s a long trip alone over sand and stone that lie along the road that we all must travel down.”
Encompassed in a robe of solitude, she clasped securely onto the only rationale for soldiering through her sentence. He was swaddled in a tiny, blue blanket, with sharply contrasting green eyes that bore into the naïve soul, forcing her to conform a provincial perspective beyond her own personal scope.
Nineteen rings on the stump of her tree of life, but the boundless will was impeccably noticeable. She was a head strong and insurmountable livid cataclysm contrary to any high-society decorum. Debutante balls, cotillions, galas, and charity functions; each meticulously fashioned by her mother and the DAR associates. Crinoline, salmon puffs and cigars were all that lined her “social equal’s” brain waves. Marry richer, drink fast, and never apologize when you appropriate someone’s escort. OH! The joys of the rich and famous. Her mother matched her up with all the suitable, eligible bachelors, dressed her up like a Barbie doll, and tried to curtail her inner rebellious mannerism. However, it wasn’t her personality that would be the detriment.
“Shh.” She cooed as her son whaled in terror of the deluge of rain. In a weak trill, she managed a melody, “When she was just a girl she expected the world but it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth life goes on it gets so heavy the wheel breaks the butterfly every tear a waterfall in the night the stormy night she closed her eyes in the night the stormy night away she’d fly.”
The world roars in anger as the elements fight for dominance. The rain clashes in disaster with the sky, the world a dark and heedless abyss. Yet there in the center, in the hole of it all, a girl dreams. When she sings her child into comfort, the disillusioned raindrops coax her to sleep also.
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It's A Long Trip Alone (A The Wanted/Jay McGuiness fanfiction)
FanfictionThe world roars in anger as the elements fight for dominance. The rain clashes in disaster with the sky, the world a dark and heedless abyss. Yet there in the center, in the hole of it all, a girl dreams. Violet struck by grey, wounded and dulled, g...
