A Collection of Elton John Fanfictions

Disturbed

Circa December, 1988. Elton's home in England. (A very weird, sad story. Read if you dare.)

Elton's Point of View
Her pictures are gone. All of them. I can't remember where I put them. Either I threw them all away, or put them in a hidden safe spot. I don't know anymore. I can't recall what happened last night. I think I was too drunk on red wine; I passed out cold on the floor. That's all I can remember- the taste of the cool drink down my throat. Intoxication. Numbness. By 2am I was probably too drunk to even keep my eyes open. Yet somehow I woke up on my bed this morning.
But that was a week ago. Or was it yesterday? I don't know what I'm trying to say. But all I know is that it is dark outside now. And I am lonely; I feel imprisoned. But, not physically. I'm looking around right now, and my bedroom is so cold... the house has icicles forming on the ends of my dresser. And my closet. My coat hanger. And my bed. There is ice on my bed. Well I can't actually tell if maybe I'm imagining that or if it's real. But I'm going to touch my bed right now. And feel it. I want to feel things. I want to be able to touch others. But not in a pedophilic way. I'm not a pedophile, right? Those newspaper scandals, they're all just a lie, right? The last person I slept with was a middle aged w-w-woman... m-my wife. My wife, well, my... my...
I need it. I need the numbness. W-where's m-my powder...? If I can remember I hid some b-behind the mirror. I need it now. I shouldn't have it but I-I don't fucking care. I hate myself. I'm crawling on the floor now, and I see it near the vents on the ground. There it is. White lady. She's mine and I'm going to take her in for the night. I'm snorting it off the ground, because it's too hard to gather in my hand. I see some more of it to the right, and I snort that down as well. And more and more. And now I see the stash I left, underneath my dresser. I nearly forgot I'd put it there. This must be old. But it's okay. I'm feeling better already though. I love my white lady. She's a lot of fun. More fun than the last lady I slept with.

I'm totally flinching. Holy shit. I-I-I-I-I- I'm fucking outta this world. Fuck. Fuck. I-I love how high the c-ceiling looks. I'm looking up. I'm s-s-s-standing on my bed now, or maybe I'm sitting, I d-don't know. But it feels like I'm floating. Woah. I don't remember buying a water bed. I want to fuck, I have my shirt off. It feels so good. The room is warm, like sunshine, and it's so bright in here. I'm gotten my white lady around me and she's l-l-l-laying in bed with me. I'm trembling. I could kiss her right now on the spot, how sweet she feels when I put her inside me.
I'm a macho-man. I'm big again. I've gotten all the wonder and glory a man could need. A great big water bed and a woman to intoxicate me. I'm a masturbating son of a b-b-bitch and I feel like a god. A sex... god. This lady is too much for me to h-handle. I've overdosed again. Actually I'm just taking what's good for me. I'm good. I'm high, like I'm over the ceiling now. You wouldn't know how great it feels to have stuff like this happen to you.
The bed is covered in my white lady. I can smell her in the mattress. Underneath my s-s-sheets. She's in my pants. Oh god, wait, where are my pants? Where is she? I'm not mastubating, really, just naked. I took a shower and now I'm relaaaaaxing. Ahhhhhhh. That's where all the steam is coming from. The shower is still on, and there's water leaking into my bedroom. The water rises. But I'm on my water bed floating. I'm naked, I'm touching the ceiling, and I'm touching myself. I'm not masturbating though. And I'm not a pedophile. Who says those kinds of things to a human being like me anyway? That's what my white lady tells me. She says I'm a wonderful man, and I've got nothing to lose.
And now the water is touching my legs, and I look down. I have socks on, but no pants. My underwear, it's, it's on my head. WAIT, that's not MY underwear. Oh god, look how high the ceiling is now. Skyscraper high. And the water is leaking onto my bed right now. It touches my knees, my nob, and I'm warm. The water is a sensation so warm, and I only feel it around my legs. It's s-s-soooothing- I just can't explain how much pleasant bathwater can feel. And I want to lay further into my bed now, and sink. This water bed has a hole in it. B-becuase I'm deflating. I'm shaking. I'm happy. Becuase I'm sinking with my white lady. And I'm smelling roses. Yellow roses.
And white wine. I hate white wine.
Something growls. It is loud and abrupt. I don't f-f-fucking care what it is though. I'm shaking in my fingertips as I lean upwards and ingest more of the powder that surrounds me. I look directly in front of me. There is a mirror. My white lady is all I can see. She is beautiful in pure, pearl white. The most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. She blushes with a grace, her charm and her embrace- I... IIII I'm touching her. Well actually myself. She's still across the room. I smell a sweet masked smell of something strong, actually I think there's a dead skunk underneath my bed drowning in the bathwater. Which by the way, the water no longer hot around my nob. I'm cold. I can't masturbate anymore because the bathwater isn't warm anymore. I have deflated onto the floor. The ground cracks, and I see the ceiling collapsing right on-on-on top of me. Fucking uuuggghh. Ahhhhhhhh... the ceiling is falling on top of me, and I cover my face with my bruised, bare hands. I hear another growl, a growl like a rumble this time. I feel something in my stomach. W-w-white lady? She d-don-t like me no more. I feel her jolt in my stomach, through the veins. My tendons are wild. It comes up like a geyser, a rainbow of color, dripping down my cheeks, my chin, up my nostrils when I breathe. It mixes with the bathwater around me where I lie on the deflated bed, and colorful water is suddenly all around me. I feel the warmth in my neck, but mostly on my nob again, so I can fuck. My white lady. I'll fuck the sadness right out of her. I'll make her big again. Just like she made me. But I-I can't understand why I'm still on the floor.
And then the ceiling fully collapses.