This Chapie was the result of me+ Winamp+ The song "Perfect Stranger" ,
of course one of the Weiss songs.
I've worked my ass off today to finish the 19th Chapter you just read, and
I plan to do even best than the 19th with this one.It means a lot to me t
make a 20 Chapters fic. It's amazing , and I wish to thank again to
everyone who read, gave me suggestions and reviewed . THANK YOU VERY MUCH ,
it got me going with this fic.
A/N : // Angie's thoughts//
I Ain't Missing You At All...
Chapter 20
Suddenly it started raining , just like that , out of nowhere. The hurried steps were heard on the wet asphalt as she kept on running and running trough the darkness of the city Rain was hitting her face and stinging her cheeks , but she didn't cared anymore, her life was at stake .
She could already hear the hurried steps of the killers following her , even if she knew they wouldn't invade the city until light or the next night will come.
Downtown , at the bus Station in locker 8 awaited her things , so she was told . She didn't realized when everything turned upside down .
Next she was running for the life of other in order to kill theme and now she was running to desperately try to save hers.
The neon lights lighted her way , and the lights deformed by the continuing dripping of the rain drops were spinning around like a rollercoaster. Once again , for the second time in her life she had to live it all behind. But this time she had to leave the people she cared the most. That happens when you step with the left foot in your life.
Her hair was wet and her shoes were full with cold water because of the water she stepped in . She didn't cared. Her heart hurt so much .
But she continued running , heartache , lung ache , no matter what , from now on she was labeled as renegade or something similar.
She passed the corner and finally saw the bus station , and she headed for it , never minding the people that stared at her because of the mud on her pans and sport shoes and her wet clothes.
She was a mess, but she didn't expected rain in a winter night . The snow mixed with the rain and the mud outside . In a matter of days is going to be New Year's Eve and what was she doing ? She wasn't making cookies she was running to save her life .
She headed for the locker with number 8. It was locked. What now ?
A tall woman , dressed in jeans headed towards her.
" Are you Angelina ? " She asked.
" Yes.."
She looked deep into her jeans pocket and handed her a silvery key.
" I think this is for you." She said and left like nothing happened.
Angie opened the locker's door and got the blue bag outside, and sat on a bench and opened it. Some of her clothes , and on theme, some money packed in a bus ticket to an airport somewhere outside Tokyo . She grabbed the bag and went to the bathroom with it and closed the door behind her with the lock.
She changed fast in a new pair of black jeans and a blue sweater and put her latex black jacket on her. She had nothing to dry her hair with tough. It didn't matter anyway. Between the money she noticed the photo with her Brad and Nagi ,and behind it, something shiny and colored. New ID's . Fake ID's .
She took theme and stashed in her pocket and headed for the bench to wait for her bus, but in the same second a navy-blue bus stopped and everyone headed for it out , in the open rain.
She got there last, and got up , heading on one of the last seats , in the back of the bus. She felt so strange while looking outside the window at the rain falling and the dirty ground.
Was this real ? Everything felt unreal, and spinning , like in a blurry dream from witch you can't understand anything.
Someone came to her, a shadow, someone in a navy-blue shirt.
" Your ticket, and ID miss ? " A manly yet soft voice asked in Japanese.
" Hm? Oh." She got theme out and handed theme to the man.
Was it real ?
" They're okay , miss Jordan, have a nice trip !"
Jordan ?
She looked at the ID . Andrea Jordan. Age: 17 Address : No. 45 , 25th Street , New York , USA .
She didn't even had the power to smile. Heck , she didn't had the power to do anything. She just pushed the ID in her pocket and wrapped her hands around her, trying to make herself a bit hot. She leaned her head on the cold window. It seemed unreal.unreal..maybe she was dreaming..
And she fell asleep.
* * * *
" Miss...Miss, wake up, we're at the airport." The voice waked her up.
She gazed at the sight she saw trough the blurry window. An airport, some flashy lights , some random people. She took some spare seconds to remind what was she doing there.
" Oh , thank you..."
And she got her bag and stepped out of the bus , in the still cold rain falling from the sky. She didn't even realized when she checked in with a ticket , when she heard the voice announcing the airplane's arrival , she only found herself , at 3: 34 in the morning walking trough the long corridor leading to the track where the white Boeing waited for its passagers .
Everyone looked weird in the almost non-existent light on the track. Some lights from inside the airplane and the track's read ones flashing in her eyes. She felt dizzy.
She stopped for a second in the middle of the track and rose her head and let the rain fall on her face. So hot and yet so cold..
// I wish I could turn back time and rewrite history. My history , everything I have done . I wish I could see who you really were Brad , I wish I didn't fell for anyone but you.
I'm leaving over the Ocean , and over half of the world, but I can't never really escape you , can I ? Damn you...
I will miss you so much...Now I know who you are , but I still can't explain why you acted like that. But the truth lies now in front of me and I can't really deny it, huh ? You cared and you loved me , but in your own special way.
I'm such a fool.
I gave it all away because of my ego and memories . I had to let theme go , now I realize that I did , but when I finally did , it was too late..I'm so sorry..I hope you will forgive me..
Nothing has a happy end, doesn't it ? Guess this is real life after all . //
She opened her eyes and looked forward to the airplane waiting for her. A tear fell from her eye as she started heading towards it , trough the endless rain.
// I know I will miss you , no matter what . But the only thing I can do now is lie to myself . It's a straight faced lie , I know it. But maybe is for good to keep lying to myself isn't it? So...I Ain't missing you at all...//
~ The End ~
A/N : // Angie's thoughts//
I Ain't Missing You At All...
Chapter 20
Suddenly it started raining , just like that , out of nowhere. The hurried steps were heard on the wet asphalt as she kept on running and running trough the darkness of the city Rain was hitting her face and stinging her cheeks , but she didn't cared anymore, her life was at stake .
She could already hear the hurried steps of the killers following her , even if she knew they wouldn't invade the city until light or the next night will come.
Downtown , at the bus Station in locker 8 awaited her things , so she was told . She didn't realized when everything turned upside down .
Next she was running for the life of other in order to kill theme and now she was running to desperately try to save hers.
The neon lights lighted her way , and the lights deformed by the continuing dripping of the rain drops were spinning around like a rollercoaster. Once again , for the second time in her life she had to live it all behind. But this time she had to leave the people she cared the most. That happens when you step with the left foot in your life.
Her hair was wet and her shoes were full with cold water because of the water she stepped in . She didn't cared. Her heart hurt so much .
But she continued running , heartache , lung ache , no matter what , from now on she was labeled as renegade or something similar.
She passed the corner and finally saw the bus station , and she headed for it , never minding the people that stared at her because of the mud on her pans and sport shoes and her wet clothes.
She was a mess, but she didn't expected rain in a winter night . The snow mixed with the rain and the mud outside . In a matter of days is going to be New Year's Eve and what was she doing ? She wasn't making cookies she was running to save her life .
She headed for the locker with number 8. It was locked. What now ?
A tall woman , dressed in jeans headed towards her.
" Are you Angelina ? " She asked.
" Yes.."
She looked deep into her jeans pocket and handed her a silvery key.
" I think this is for you." She said and left like nothing happened.
Angie opened the locker's door and got the blue bag outside, and sat on a bench and opened it. Some of her clothes , and on theme, some money packed in a bus ticket to an airport somewhere outside Tokyo . She grabbed the bag and went to the bathroom with it and closed the door behind her with the lock.
She changed fast in a new pair of black jeans and a blue sweater and put her latex black jacket on her. She had nothing to dry her hair with tough. It didn't matter anyway. Between the money she noticed the photo with her Brad and Nagi ,and behind it, something shiny and colored. New ID's . Fake ID's .
She took theme and stashed in her pocket and headed for the bench to wait for her bus, but in the same second a navy-blue bus stopped and everyone headed for it out , in the open rain.
She got there last, and got up , heading on one of the last seats , in the back of the bus. She felt so strange while looking outside the window at the rain falling and the dirty ground.
Was this real ? Everything felt unreal, and spinning , like in a blurry dream from witch you can't understand anything.
Someone came to her, a shadow, someone in a navy-blue shirt.
" Your ticket, and ID miss ? " A manly yet soft voice asked in Japanese.
" Hm? Oh." She got theme out and handed theme to the man.
Was it real ?
" They're okay , miss Jordan, have a nice trip !"
Jordan ?
She looked at the ID . Andrea Jordan. Age: 17 Address : No. 45 , 25th Street , New York , USA .
She didn't even had the power to smile. Heck , she didn't had the power to do anything. She just pushed the ID in her pocket and wrapped her hands around her, trying to make herself a bit hot. She leaned her head on the cold window. It seemed unreal.unreal..maybe she was dreaming..
And she fell asleep.
* * * *
" Miss...Miss, wake up, we're at the airport." The voice waked her up.
She gazed at the sight she saw trough the blurry window. An airport, some flashy lights , some random people. She took some spare seconds to remind what was she doing there.
" Oh , thank you..."
And she got her bag and stepped out of the bus , in the still cold rain falling from the sky. She didn't even realized when she checked in with a ticket , when she heard the voice announcing the airplane's arrival , she only found herself , at 3: 34 in the morning walking trough the long corridor leading to the track where the white Boeing waited for its passagers .
Everyone looked weird in the almost non-existent light on the track. Some lights from inside the airplane and the track's read ones flashing in her eyes. She felt dizzy.
She stopped for a second in the middle of the track and rose her head and let the rain fall on her face. So hot and yet so cold..
// I wish I could turn back time and rewrite history. My history , everything I have done . I wish I could see who you really were Brad , I wish I didn't fell for anyone but you.
I'm leaving over the Ocean , and over half of the world, but I can't never really escape you , can I ? Damn you...
I will miss you so much...Now I know who you are , but I still can't explain why you acted like that. But the truth lies now in front of me and I can't really deny it, huh ? You cared and you loved me , but in your own special way.
I'm such a fool.
I gave it all away because of my ego and memories . I had to let theme go , now I realize that I did , but when I finally did , it was too late..I'm so sorry..I hope you will forgive me..
Nothing has a happy end, doesn't it ? Guess this is real life after all . //
She opened her eyes and looked forward to the airplane waiting for her. A tear fell from her eye as she started heading towards it , trough the endless rain.
// I know I will miss you , no matter what . But the only thing I can do now is lie to myself . It's a straight faced lie , I know it. But maybe is for good to keep lying to myself isn't it? So...I Ain't missing you at all...//
~ The End ~