Dreaming I'm Alive this is the promised 'fanfic' type thing

Dreaming I'm Alive (this is the promised 'fanfic' type thing...)

Author's Note: um...well this is my first fanfic (i know there's no celebs but woteva) so please tell me what you think but dont b too harsh...any mistakes/improvements please tell me...any requests for more, ditto.

enjoy...i guess...

Dreaming I'm Alive...

I felt the sunlight on my face before I even opened my eyes. I could hear the lark singing her lament to the dawn…

This morning was so perfect, yet there was something missing…

My mind, still scorched with sleep, felt strangely numb…

Then it hit me. In icy waves. Slowly washing over me. Suffocating me.

The feathers of comfort now incarcerating me, pulling me downwards.

Her.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her skin.

Those eyes. The doorways to her soul.

They would melt me, persuade me, bury me and consume me.

Her chiselled features radiating perfection.

The beauty in her body, like her beloved sea had carved her from stone.

The warmth of her breath still playing across my cheek and her blazing fire creating my safety.

Slender and elegant fingers accentuating her gestures, the soft jingle of her bangles somehow tuneful.

Her olive skin, soft and radiant, complementing her sleek black hair.

My Juliet.

My Aphrodite.

She is mine and I am her’s.

Shall I abide in this dull world? Which in her absence, is no better than a sty?…

Numb.

Stop. Just stop.

The poetry, the romantic lies.

It was for one week.

That is all.

You cannot fall in love with someone in a week.

Romeo and Juliet did.

That is not real!

I think you’ll find it is based on fact

Yeah, so its not strictly true. And Shakespeare was a sensationalist. You have no argument.

Cant you just except that there was something in it….

Jees, you should seriously quit with the Shakespeare obsession.

You like him too!

Yeah, not for the same reasons….I’m not a hopeless romantic…

Look, you were on holiday, you met a girl, your body induced feelings of euphoria that deluded your ‘heart’ into thinking you were in love…get over it.

Maybe I am being ridiculous…maybe there is no sense in the way I’m feeling…she probably can’t even remember me anyway…

I desperately try and force all thoughts of her from my brain, falling from my bed into my clothes; manipulating my hair into some kind of halfway acceptable style and grabbing some toast as I head for the door.

…and you might say it's self-indulgent
you might say its self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if I were to be happy…

Fills my ears as I reluctantly return to my reality. The school bus pulls in and the usual bustle follows, as to who gets to sit by the window and the hissy fits when friends are separated; I resume my usual seat, near the back on my own.

…& pens and penknives take the blame
crane my neck & scratch my name
but the ugly marks
are worth the momentary gain…

As I stare out the window at passers-by, going about their usual business, collecting milk and papers from their doorsteps, cursing at the prat trying to get to work that few minutes faster and causing miles of backlog from his insensitivity…

I wonder how can the world be so normal?

…when I jab a sharpened object in
choirs of angels seem to sing
hymns of hate in memorandum…

The bus pulls into its bay but I make no inclination to suggest that I wish to vacate my seat. I wait, as usual, until the last first year whines from my presence before I casually sweep down the aisle out into the frosty air.

My breath appearing in clouds before my face, ironically reminding me of how warm it was there…with her…

“Fuck! Did you want to creep up on me??? God Hayley!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but you really shouldn’t have both earphones in, you’re just asking to be abused…”

“whatever” I make for a sudden gap in the colourful crowd.

Following me, “A week part from me, and all I get on your return is ‘whatever’? Gee, thanks. I m glad my friendship is worth so much to you!” She pouts and pulls ‘her face’.

“Look, I’m sorry…I’ve just…got things on my mind…” I smile reluctantly at the mock-hurt expression lying on her face, “anyway, have you missed me??”

“ Of course not…(she laughs) anyhoo, you haven’t told me about your holiday?? How was it?? I hear Greece is beautiful this time of year, you look all golden! Hahahaha…

Meet anyone?”

I reply sarcastically, “No, I spent the entire week with my head in a paper bag with no human contact…”

“You know what I mean…any boys???”

“Um…not exactly…”

hope it was ok...

i will only carry on if i get some comments so i guess its up to you... =D thanks for reading =D