Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ The Sunset Risin' in Your Eyes ❯ The Birth of Light ( Chapter 3 )

The Sunset Risin' in Your Eyes

Next chapter…..for lack of a better thing to do, my muse has decided she will inspire me on this and nothing else…

Faye hummed as she danced around the bathroom. She shook six pills out of the sleeping pill bottle and then stared at the bottle for a second. She looked at herself in her cracked mirror and frowned, she had huge bags under her eyes and her hair was in a tangled knot on the back of her head. She sighed and then grinned, it didn't matter, it s'not like anyone would see her after this. She shook a couple more pills into her hand for good measure and placed the pill bottle back on the shelf.

Pills were the best way to suicide she had decided, slitting your wrists took too long, and besides it was very messy, jumping out the window was extremely painful, and it might not work, to shoot herself she would need a heater*. She had been forced to hock her gun, to keep her apartment for another month. She had missed it, it was sort of like a safety blanket for her; she had kept it under pillow, and brought it with her on her "appointments". Now she was virtually defenseless, except for her stiletto of course, but that didn't work for long range. She hated feeling helpless!

Helpless, Spike made her feel helpless, she felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Her knees went all watery, and she could almost see the shoujo bubbles floating around her head. After meeting she always felt like she had been hit with a emotional sledgehammer, she would be in anguish, or a hyper happiness that made her feel thirteen again.

And when she realized he would never want anyone but Julia she had felt like her head had exploded into a bleak sky. She remembered crying for her suicidal heart and cursing her own stupidity. She sighed, but he was gone, and that was good, right? She got away from the horrible feeling of despair, the ache in her heart that throbbed with certainty whenever he was around. She strangely missed the gleeful childlike joy he brought her, but she would survive, or not, considering she was about to commit suicide.

Well, she wouldn't SURVIVE, but she would live her own life, she wouldn't be stuck in that permanent rut over Spike. She stared out the window for a moment, watching the ran splash on her window, coating the glass with the tears of the heavens. She stared at the bleak gray sky, and the only thought that ran through her head was ~Heaven is crying for you Faye~. She shook her head, first of all she didn't believe in God and second; why would he cry over the death of her? A lying, cheating thief, who had killed too many to leave with a pure soul, get real.

She splashed water on her face, and stared at the broken women in the mirror. She sighed and gulped the pills down with a dash of her lukewarm water. Then went and sat on the sofa and waited for them to take affect.

"Faye!" Someone pounded on her door, and her head started to ache. The voice was unmistakable; Spike. Shit! He had to come NOW, and ruin her perfectly good suicide. She sighed, he was too late anyway, the least she could do was let him in for his trouble. She stumbled to the door, already feeling the strain on her limbs. She opened the door and grinned at the soaked Spike.

"How ya doing? Come on in." He looked surprised but came in anyway, he winced as she slammed the door behind him.

"Are you drunk Faye?" He jumped to support her as she almost slipped and fell flat on her face.

"What ever gave you that idea?" Faye knew her words were slurring, but she didn't really care as she stared up into Spike's world-worn face.

"I don't know. The slurred voice, the lack of coordination?" He snorted down at her sarcastically. She smiled up at him.

"Taking about ten sleeping pills does that too apparently." He almost dropped her as she dropped that phrase.

"Shit Faye! What the fuck were you thinking?" He snapped at her, setting her on the couch. "We have to get you to a hospital!" She stared up at him with glassy eyes and then got up again; stumbling towards him.

"You really care?" She was about too say something more but then she collapsed, and the last thing she saw before it all faded to black, was him, catching her swooning form. Like a prince helping the lady in distress. Are you my prince Spike?

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She woke up too the acrid smell of a hospital. She stared at the white ceiling for a moment before sighing loudly. She didn't want to move. Damn Spike. Ruining her perfectly good suicide plan. He must have gotten her to a hospital and had her stomach pumped. Judging by the new soreness in her stomach muscles, she guessed she was right. Speaking of Spike, she sat up, ignoring the soreness in her still healing wounds, and found the aforementioned man asleep at her bedside. She let herself lean back into the stiff sheets, and sleep it all away.

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She awoke again. This time she was being shaken by a large hand. She opened her eyes and stared muzzily at the man who shook her awake.

"Spike?" He turned back around and she awoke fully. Taking in her surrounding in one darting glance. She was in a car, it smelled of cigarette smoke and expensive liquor. The underlying scent was one of gun oil and old death. She was sitting in the back seat, on stained leather. She stared out the window and was bombarded with flashing lights, and huge billboards.

"Spike, where are we?" He didn't answer, staring at the lights as they flashed by the car.

*sigh* I hafta get off. But I hope you liked this chapter. Review and Ja ne!

Heater: a gun