Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Always With You ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TakaShira 
An ending, a beginning, a heatbreak and the path to Gaea.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
An ending, a beginning, a heatbreak and the path to Gaea.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
**PERMA DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ESCAFLOWNE!!!**
This is my story, my wish. It travels from reality and fantasy twisted elegantly, then it transforms itself into a dream, becoming a version of my wish. The story, between the beginning and end it a twisted form of my true desires, of having someone who will always be there for me, even if they are life times away.
I dedicate this to my angels, Tamey, Kyle, T.J., and most of all Josh, who ruled my heart. Even in death I feel my love’s mind laughing and crying with me. I am never alone, he is always with me, I know he likes my new love because I feel him encourage me to continue through the tears to the light which only two people have brought to me; my Angel and my Muse. Josh is my protector, but Tom is my inspiration to live, laugh and write, he is my happy ending and has ruled my heart since the first time we met, so this is also to my Muse, and if he ever reads this I want him to know, I don’t give up what I love easily. And I now have two people who will always be there for my. Every girl dreams of a knight in shining armour, I have two.
This is true in ways, the conversation, the tears. But in ways it is false. I can fight, but I don’t always win, and I sure wouldn’t win against the Dragon Slayers, I mean come on. I’m not a cheerleader, yet, and I don’t do the flips and all. I do have blond hair, just not super long. And I believe I am beautiful (every girl should), but I have to, if ever I doubt this, I have four angels and one muse tell me otherwise.
And now my story, my dream…but I can’t write in first person format and I’ve changed some names. (I come up with some weird ones, sorry)
~*~
An emerald-eyed girl entered her second story room. Her blond ponytail trailed behind her as she ran to her bed, flinging herself into her mountain of pillows, crying. Her still damp hair clung to her visible waist because of her tight, sleeveless, spandex cheerleading shirt. Her hair coated itself over her body, usually it would reach her thighs. She cried as she replayed the heart shattering conversation she had had after her cheerleading practice and after dinner with her boyfriend. He had been driving her home.
~
“Rayana…” Tory said quietly from the drivers seat.
“Yeah?” She had answered watching the sunset, before looking at his troubled face. “I love you.” She said as she touched his hand. He pulled it away and placed it on the wheel, remaining silent. “Tory?” He still refused to look at her. But she had always known how to get him out of one of these moods. She turned back to the sun. “Are you going to dump me?” She asked casually.
“I don’t know.” She head snapped around to look at him. This had been something new.
“What?” She choked out.
“I don’t know.” He repeated.
“Do you want me?” She replied.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you still love me?”
“I don’t know.” At this she felt a tear run down her cheek, she quickly turned to hide it.
“You’re going to dump me. Why?”
“I never said I was going to.” He replied.
“You didn’t deny it either! So why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Stop saying that! I have a right to know. Now tell me!” She demanded.
“I don’t know.” He refused to yell at her, he never had and he never would.
“So you are?”
“What would you do if I did?”
“What do you think I’d do?”
“Hurt yourself.” He hated the thought, she had done it before, many times.
“I won’t.” She sighed. She wanted to, it would take her mind off of this hurt, but he would never let her, and she had promised. ‘You changed you for the better, you know it was hard, and now you are abandoning me.’
“You will.” He stated.
“I promise I won’t hurt myself.”
“You probably will anyway.”
“Don’t do that. I have never broken a promise to you, and since I’ll always love you, I’ll keep this one too. Now why?”
“You’ll be happier without me.”
“What! No I won’t!”
“Well you aren’t happy now.” He finally looked at her, seeing the tears on her face. He then turned away before he could do anything about them.
“I am.” The tears flowed faster.
“You can do better. I don’t treat you right.”
“But I still love you, I don’t care how you treat me.”
“But I care.”
“Please don’t do this, please.” She begged.
“Ray, you’ll be happier.” He stated.
“I don’t want anyone but you.”
“You’ll get over me.”
“Please give me another chance.”
“You didn’t do anything!” He exclaimed. He had slightly raised his voice, but he knew that it wasn’t enough to make her flinch away.
“Then why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Please.”
“I don’t know.” He repeated.
“Then just do it, Dump me. Tell me you don’t want me.”
“What?”
“Say you don’t want me anymore and then you won’t have to worry about me ever again.”
“No.”
“Why? That’s the way I want it.” She cried.
“No.”
“Then say you hate me.”
“But I don’t.”
“What?”
“I still care about you.” He felt a single tear drift down his face.
“Then why are you doing this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Just say you don’t want me.” She tried again.
“No. There has to be a nicer way.”
She sighed. “Fine, are you going to dump me?” She got now answer. “Are you going to dump me?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m praying for a no. Now are you?”
“…yes…”
“Why?” She cried harder.
“You’ll be happier.”
~
“How can I be happy when I’m not with you?” She cried into her pillows. She felt the anger grow inside of her steadily. She then threw herself off the bed and stood tall. “Why?” She then thought of her gang, Tory had hated the idea of his girlfriend involved with anything like that. “If I leave them…” Then she thought of her best friends there. She owed them so much. “I can’t do that…” She cried even harder. “But I can run away, and go to them later.” She quickly packed her cheerleading bag with everything she might need. She replaced her prep pants with baggy ones, pulling them on over her spankies [spandex shorts for under cheerleading skirts], throwing the tight pants into the bag. She then pulled a baggy sweater over her cheerleading shirt and quickly braided her hair. Her eyes scanned the room to find anything forgotten. She then grabbed the bag and went to her balcony. “Might as well just disappear.” She began to climb down between the wall of the house and the column of her balcony. She glanced up, letting the moon catch her eye. “I wish I was anywhere but here, I can’t face him, never. I wish it would all just end.” She continued to climb down. Once she was on the ground she looked back up at the moon not noticing the thin beam of light that sliced through her centre, not until it grew and encased her entire self drawing her upwards., into the heavens.
This is my story, my wish. It travels from reality and fantasy twisted elegantly, then it transforms itself into a dream, becoming a version of my wish. The story, between the beginning and end it a twisted form of my true desires, of having someone who will always be there for me, even if they are life times away.
I dedicate this to my angels, Tamey, Kyle, T.J., and most of all Josh, who ruled my heart. Even in death I feel my love’s mind laughing and crying with me. I am never alone, he is always with me, I know he likes my new love because I feel him encourage me to continue through the tears to the light which only two people have brought to me; my Angel and my Muse. Josh is my protector, but Tom is my inspiration to live, laugh and write, he is my happy ending and has ruled my heart since the first time we met, so this is also to my Muse, and if he ever reads this I want him to know, I don’t give up what I love easily. And I now have two people who will always be there for my. Every girl dreams of a knight in shining armour, I have two.
This is true in ways, the conversation, the tears. But in ways it is false. I can fight, but I don’t always win, and I sure wouldn’t win against the Dragon Slayers, I mean come on. I’m not a cheerleader, yet, and I don’t do the flips and all. I do have blond hair, just not super long. And I believe I am beautiful (every girl should), but I have to, if ever I doubt this, I have four angels and one muse tell me otherwise.
And now my story, my dream…but I can’t write in first person format and I’ve changed some names. (I come up with some weird ones, sorry)
~*~
An emerald-eyed girl entered her second story room. Her blond ponytail trailed behind her as she ran to her bed, flinging herself into her mountain of pillows, crying. Her still damp hair clung to her visible waist because of her tight, sleeveless, spandex cheerleading shirt. Her hair coated itself over her body, usually it would reach her thighs. She cried as she replayed the heart shattering conversation she had had after her cheerleading practice and after dinner with her boyfriend. He had been driving her home.
~
“Rayana…” Tory said quietly from the drivers seat.
“Yeah?” She had answered watching the sunset, before looking at his troubled face. “I love you.” She said as she touched his hand. He pulled it away and placed it on the wheel, remaining silent. “Tory?” He still refused to look at her. But she had always known how to get him out of one of these moods. She turned back to the sun. “Are you going to dump me?” She asked casually.
“I don’t know.” She head snapped around to look at him. This had been something new.
“What?” She choked out.
“I don’t know.” He repeated.
“Do you want me?” She replied.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you still love me?”
“I don’t know.” At this she felt a tear run down her cheek, she quickly turned to hide it.
“You’re going to dump me. Why?”
“I never said I was going to.” He replied.
“You didn’t deny it either! So why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Stop saying that! I have a right to know. Now tell me!” She demanded.
“I don’t know.” He refused to yell at her, he never had and he never would.
“So you are?”
“What would you do if I did?”
“What do you think I’d do?”
“Hurt yourself.” He hated the thought, she had done it before, many times.
“I won’t.” She sighed. She wanted to, it would take her mind off of this hurt, but he would never let her, and she had promised. ‘You changed you for the better, you know it was hard, and now you are abandoning me.’
“You will.” He stated.
“I promise I won’t hurt myself.”
“You probably will anyway.”
“Don’t do that. I have never broken a promise to you, and since I’ll always love you, I’ll keep this one too. Now why?”
“You’ll be happier without me.”
“What! No I won’t!”
“Well you aren’t happy now.” He finally looked at her, seeing the tears on her face. He then turned away before he could do anything about them.
“I am.” The tears flowed faster.
“You can do better. I don’t treat you right.”
“But I still love you, I don’t care how you treat me.”
“But I care.”
“Please don’t do this, please.” She begged.
“Ray, you’ll be happier.” He stated.
“I don’t want anyone but you.”
“You’ll get over me.”
“Please give me another chance.”
“You didn’t do anything!” He exclaimed. He had slightly raised his voice, but he knew that it wasn’t enough to make her flinch away.
“Then why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Please.”
“I don’t know.” He repeated.
“Then just do it, Dump me. Tell me you don’t want me.”
“What?”
“Say you don’t want me anymore and then you won’t have to worry about me ever again.”
“No.”
“Why? That’s the way I want it.” She cried.
“No.”
“Then say you hate me.”
“But I don’t.”
“What?”
“I still care about you.” He felt a single tear drift down his face.
“Then why are you doing this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Just say you don’t want me.” She tried again.
“No. There has to be a nicer way.”
She sighed. “Fine, are you going to dump me?” She got now answer. “Are you going to dump me?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m praying for a no. Now are you?”
“…yes…”
“Why?” She cried harder.
“You’ll be happier.”
~
“How can I be happy when I’m not with you?” She cried into her pillows. She felt the anger grow inside of her steadily. She then threw herself off the bed and stood tall. “Why?” She then thought of her gang, Tory had hated the idea of his girlfriend involved with anything like that. “If I leave them…” Then she thought of her best friends there. She owed them so much. “I can’t do that…” She cried even harder. “But I can run away, and go to them later.” She quickly packed her cheerleading bag with everything she might need. She replaced her prep pants with baggy ones, pulling them on over her spankies [spandex shorts for under cheerleading skirts], throwing the tight pants into the bag. She then pulled a baggy sweater over her cheerleading shirt and quickly braided her hair. Her eyes scanned the room to find anything forgotten. She then grabbed the bag and went to her balcony. “Might as well just disappear.” She began to climb down between the wall of the house and the column of her balcony. She glanced up, letting the moon catch her eye. “I wish I was anywhere but here, I can’t face him, never. I wish it would all just end.” She continued to climb down. Once she was on the ground she looked back up at the moon not noticing the thin beam of light that sliced through her centre, not until it grew and encased her entire self drawing her upwards., into the heavens.