Terrible Things
Bring me closer.
Outfit for the chapter:
Funeral
I stood drenched in rain. Alex stared at me while Chloe continued o ask questions.
"Are you deaf?" "Carrie!" "For fucks sake, Alex? What is she doing here?" Alex held a hand up to her face, shutting her up. He held his arms out to me and I fell into them, sobbing. Alex brushed my wet hair off my face, not caring that his t-shirt was now drenched thanks to my dress, or that his girlfriend was watching us over his shoulder, glaring. Alex tightened his grip around me and told Chloe to go home. She slipped on her shoes and snarled at me as she pushed past us and got into her car. The wheels screeched as she sped off around the corner, Alex shook his head and muttered before pulling me inside.
"I'm so sorry, Alex." I dropped my heels by the door. "I don't even know why I came here." I explained between gasps of air. He took my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I kept mumbling apologies to the point where he told me to shut the fuck up. I perched myself on the end of my bed and he chucked a t-shirt and shorts at me.
"Get changed. You'll get sick." I followed instructions and unzipped my dress. I turned to face the other way, feeling his eyes burning into my back. I pulled the over-sized t-shirt over my sticky, damp skin and whipped the shorts on before letting my dress fall to the ground. Living in a home full of men made me an expert at changing in front of them. "What happened, Carrie?" I shook my head and sat back down next to him. "I haven't seen you since the ambulance, it's been a week, you haven't been in school. I finished the melody for the song." I shrugged and wrapped my arms around myself, drawing my knees to my chest.
"It's all my fault Alex. I was late getting ready to visit mom and he got mad. I called him and asshole and he fell down the stairs." A fresh wave of tears began. Alex wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I fell into his chest.
"It's not your fault, Car." He leant his chin on the top of my head and ran his fingers down my back. "Shit happens, but Jaime dying was not your fault." I broke out of my emotional state and sat bolt upright.
"Sundays suck." Alex's face was a look of pure confusion.
"Sundays suck? Why?" I shook my head and started to count of on my fingers.
"My mother died on a Sunday. My grandmother died on a Sunday. My cousin killed himself on a Sunday. And now Jaime. Jaime died on a Sunday."
"Shit." Alex ran his fingers through his fringe and started walking around his room. "That sucks." I nodded and bent down to fold my soaking dress. He rushed over to his desk and scribbled in a notebook. "Remembering Sunday. Sunday, Sunday. I'll never be able to look at them the same again." I snorted and remarked that he didn't know the half of it.
We sat together in a comfortable silence for what seemed like an age before Alex's mother knocked on the door. She looked shocked to see me sitting there, a disheveled mess and wearing Alex's clothes.
"Uh, sweetie, is your friend staying for dinner?" I shook my head but just as I was about to open my mouth Alex answered for me.
"Yes, she is. Mom this is Carrie, my music partner. The one I told you about." He had told her about me? What did he have to say about me to his parents? I smiled weakly and she greeted me, telling me to call her Izzy. Alex sighed as she closed the door. "She thinks I'm cheating on Chloe with you." My jaw dropped.
"She... she..." I struggled to get the words out. "She thinks what!?" I was shocked. No one just came to the conclusion that someone was cheating unless they acted a certain way. Did it seem to other people that Alex liked me? Or worse, did it seem like I liked him? No.. no way. I looked down at the floor and realised I was wearing his clothes. Of course.
"It's just my shirt." He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. "But as skeptical as she is, she's brilliant and a great cook." I was lead downstairs and cringed at the thought of attending dinner with strangers in a boys shirt and shorts, a boy I barely knew, might I add.
Funeral
I stood drenched in rain. Alex stared at me while Chloe continued o ask questions.
"Are you deaf?" "Carrie!" "For fucks sake, Alex? What is she doing here?" Alex held a hand up to her face, shutting her up. He held his arms out to me and I fell into them, sobbing. Alex brushed my wet hair off my face, not caring that his t-shirt was now drenched thanks to my dress, or that his girlfriend was watching us over his shoulder, glaring. Alex tightened his grip around me and told Chloe to go home. She slipped on her shoes and snarled at me as she pushed past us and got into her car. The wheels screeched as she sped off around the corner, Alex shook his head and muttered before pulling me inside.
"I'm so sorry, Alex." I dropped my heels by the door. "I don't even know why I came here." I explained between gasps of air. He took my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I kept mumbling apologies to the point where he told me to shut the fuck up. I perched myself on the end of my bed and he chucked a t-shirt and shorts at me.
"Get changed. You'll get sick." I followed instructions and unzipped my dress. I turned to face the other way, feeling his eyes burning into my back. I pulled the over-sized t-shirt over my sticky, damp skin and whipped the shorts on before letting my dress fall to the ground. Living in a home full of men made me an expert at changing in front of them. "What happened, Carrie?" I shook my head and sat back down next to him. "I haven't seen you since the ambulance, it's been a week, you haven't been in school. I finished the melody for the song." I shrugged and wrapped my arms around myself, drawing my knees to my chest.
"It's all my fault Alex. I was late getting ready to visit mom and he got mad. I called him and asshole and he fell down the stairs." A fresh wave of tears began. Alex wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I fell into his chest.
"It's not your fault, Car." He leant his chin on the top of my head and ran his fingers down my back. "Shit happens, but Jaime dying was not your fault." I broke out of my emotional state and sat bolt upright.
"Sundays suck." Alex's face was a look of pure confusion.
"Sundays suck? Why?" I shook my head and started to count of on my fingers.
"My mother died on a Sunday. My grandmother died on a Sunday. My cousin killed himself on a Sunday. And now Jaime. Jaime died on a Sunday."
"Shit." Alex ran his fingers through his fringe and started walking around his room. "That sucks." I nodded and bent down to fold my soaking dress. He rushed over to his desk and scribbled in a notebook. "Remembering Sunday. Sunday, Sunday. I'll never be able to look at them the same again." I snorted and remarked that he didn't know the half of it.
We sat together in a comfortable silence for what seemed like an age before Alex's mother knocked on the door. She looked shocked to see me sitting there, a disheveled mess and wearing Alex's clothes.
"Uh, sweetie, is your friend staying for dinner?" I shook my head but just as I was about to open my mouth Alex answered for me.
"Yes, she is. Mom this is Carrie, my music partner. The one I told you about." He had told her about me? What did he have to say about me to his parents? I smiled weakly and she greeted me, telling me to call her Izzy. Alex sighed as she closed the door. "She thinks I'm cheating on Chloe with you." My jaw dropped.
"She... she..." I struggled to get the words out. "She thinks what!?" I was shocked. No one just came to the conclusion that someone was cheating unless they acted a certain way. Did it seem to other people that Alex liked me? Or worse, did it seem like I liked him? No.. no way. I looked down at the floor and realised I was wearing his clothes. Of course.
"It's just my shirt." He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. "But as skeptical as she is, she's brilliant and a great cook." I was lead downstairs and cringed at the thought of attending dinner with strangers in a boys shirt and shorts, a boy I barely knew, might I add.
This story is so good! OMG. I just found it and started reading it yesterday, and haven't stopped. I just caught up with all of the updates you have of it and really love it.
It's a very dark fan fic. Specifically with the first half, honestly one of the darkest I've read actually... like with that curse of everything happening on Sundays? Man... and you just kind of kept it up too. It was just very dark, and sad, but... different. And I really like that about this.
The second half seems to be deviating from that a little bit, but I sensed that coming back with the babies thing. I mean, not that I want anything to happen, but I almost feel you had something bad happening planned with the pregnancy. Perhaps not, perhaps that was just to raise some of the tone as opposed to keeping it happy go lucky, who knows. But I found it interesting how you did that.
I'm glad that Alex and Carrie finally got together, with the first part of this I was just screaming GET TOGETHER until they finally did. lol. And I was happy. :)
I found it a bit odd how they just took in those fans though. On a realistic writing level, the oddity of this story was the curse thing. But adding the fans thing in too, it just... it didn't really fit. Especially considering legalities and all of that. I feel like it was a little too easy that they gained guardianship.
But overall, I have enjoyed Alex and Carrie's love story. I'm sad to see it was never finished, so I'm leaving this comment to let you know if you ever do choose to finish it, I will be here to read, for sure. I'd love to see how it all ends for these two. Even if it's just a final chapter wrap up or something; I understand what it's like losing inspiration.
But yeah, sorry if this comment sounded harsh at all, but just wanted to leave my honest thoughts. I think you're a truly great writer, though, and hope you have at least kept up with it in your free time. :)
7/12/16