Seeking The One (A The Script Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I lay my head against the heavy brick wall as the wind came soaring in, seeping coldness through my veins. I huddled up within my demin jacket, the pounding ache of my heart the only warmth I had left. I stared up at the people stomping past, trying to act as though they had never noticed me perched in the far corner with my icy raw hands out in the open.

But of course they had, and would never face the truth that I, like many others, was homeless.

I still did it though. I still begged and pleaded for something worth my empty soul. I didn't have shame in doing this now. After all it was my own fault I ended up in this position. Two weeks sitting outside the outskirts of St James' street in Dublin. It was just a fortnight but already I smelt horribly of mud and grim and that unbearable pint of lager some bloke threw over my head, and my underwear was sinked in last weeks rain blizzard, and maybe some smow in there too.

I mean, in other words, I was a fucked up mess.

I just needed spare change.

I have no family nor friends to go back to and my job was shortly taken away from me not forgetting my rent. I was homeless for fucks sake. I guess there is one particular person I could go back to. This boy. He was a boyfriend see, he no longer wanted my heart as sad as it was I had to face it. So yes i ended it and i can tell you this, he was worse than me when it came to begging. I suppose he was a sweetheart though and I guess he did care but once someone you care dearly about rejects you in anyway way or form, then that's it. Just like that, I cut him off.

I laid my heart in his hands and for what? He broke it even though he knew how fragile it was.

But there's no way I can go back there. No way.

I stumble upwards to my numb feet.

I have to leave from here. I'm sick of being so valuable. I need to get a job. That's it, I'll get a job. With this my legs struggle under my scrawny weight.  Even walking was a struggle.

Oh wasn't life just grand?

Pulling my way along the wall I allowed the wind to rush into my eyelashes, each time I felt it collide with my vision it went dark. But a dark haired boy, tall with a messy styled quiff. His brown eyes tightened with the hardness of his words flashed before me.

"No, I can't..."

I gasp, holding my hand to my pounding chest as it replayed.

"No I can't..."

I start to walk again determined to get to the job centre. My hair flapping against my face  as I try to block him off. But his delicate laughter rings in my ears. I imagine him peering up at me from that kitchen table, a smirk twisting over his lips as he hisses them out loud and clear.

"No, I can't marry you..."

And then I'm gone. My body crashes to the ground but I don't feel the dirt collide with my face, instead I am caught within the arms of an angel. I hear him call for me as my surroundings fall into a pit of darkness.

( AN:

Okay, it's short, boring and it doesn't make sense but it will hopefully be a better standard in the following chapters.

Just didn't know what to write...

Thank you so much for reading though. )