Post by VampSlayer on Sept 12, 2008 18:51:06 GMT -5
(Below is a bit more of my Fanfic, 'A Dieing Willow Tree.' It is the second part, but is not finished yet. More will be added to this post soon.) - VS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmtyi0WS3hw
A Dying Willow Tree
Dear, reader, this short, depressing story is to show what one little change can do. Even if that change is for good, it could bring twice as much as bad into this cruel world. For instance, if Willow, from BtVS, had been killed by Warren’s bullet, instead of Tara. Tara was my all time BtVS character, and when I saw her death, I would have done anything to change it. But now that I type this story, I see what would have happened if Willow had been shot. Buffy would die, Spike would never return, Dawn would go live with her father, ect. Please, read the following, and see this from my view. You will see that this all takes place from Tara’s view.
- VS
(Part 2)
*****
I sat in the bath tub upstairs. It had been almost a week now since the day of Willow, and Buffy's, deaths.
I was staying with Dawn for the time being. She couldn't stay here alone. Anya was probably over here more than Xander. He hadn't called much either. It must have been ten times harder for him to take all of this stuff in.
The water was soothing. My eyes fluttered shut. It seemed as if this was the only place where no bad memories were being held.
My back slid down the side of the tube. I took a breath. The water reached up to my chin...soon I was fully under. I laid my head on the bottom of the tub.
It was so quiet. Under the water seemed like the only way to get the screaming thoughts out of my head. I didn't count how long I was under. I probably didn't have my more breath in me. My eyes opened.
There was a dark cloud spread out in front of my view. My hair. It was much darker while wet. I made out the ceiling through my hair.
I shut my eyes. My body was begging for some air...but I wouldn't rise from under the water. Was this how I would go? Drown myself in a bath tub? No. Dawnie couldn't be left with another blank in her life.
My head rose out of the water. I opened my mouth, gasping for air. I sat there with my eyes still shut. There were images glued to the back on my eye lids. Willow's body in my lap. Why hadn't it have been me?!
I let out a wimper. Soon I couldn't tell if the water on my face was from the tub, or my tears.
*****
The cold air made me get more goosebemps on my body. I had a towel wrapped around me. My legs carried me into mine and Willow's room-- Or my room, now...
My bangs hung down in front of my face. I hoped Dawn was in bed, I didn't want her to hear me crying.
I got dressed. I had chosen out a pearl white night gown. It came up to about my knees.
I managed to get into bed. The silky sheets felt good. I pressed the back of my head against the back bored. A few drops of water were squeezed out of my hair as I rested my hair. A thought came into mind.
What has become of the Scoobie Gang?
Giles, in England. I don't think he even knew about the deaths yet. Anya, she was coming around. Xander,... not sure. Dawn, she was just a kid. Willow, dead. Buffy, dead. Spike, I heard he left town. And... me? I was the depressed, lesbian witch.
My head made it's way down to the pillows, and I tried to relax some. It was time to let out some more tears.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmtyi0WS3hw
A Dying Willow Tree
Dear, reader, this short, depressing story is to show what one little change can do. Even if that change is for good, it could bring twice as much as bad into this cruel world. For instance, if Willow, from BtVS, had been killed by Warren’s bullet, instead of Tara. Tara was my all time BtVS character, and when I saw her death, I would have done anything to change it. But now that I type this story, I see what would have happened if Willow had been shot. Buffy would die, Spike would never return, Dawn would go live with her father, ect. Please, read the following, and see this from my view. You will see that this all takes place from Tara’s view.
- VS
(Part 2)
*****
I sat in the bath tub upstairs. It had been almost a week now since the day of Willow, and Buffy's, deaths.
I was staying with Dawn for the time being. She couldn't stay here alone. Anya was probably over here more than Xander. He hadn't called much either. It must have been ten times harder for him to take all of this stuff in.
The water was soothing. My eyes fluttered shut. It seemed as if this was the only place where no bad memories were being held.
My back slid down the side of the tube. I took a breath. The water reached up to my chin...soon I was fully under. I laid my head on the bottom of the tub.
It was so quiet. Under the water seemed like the only way to get the screaming thoughts out of my head. I didn't count how long I was under. I probably didn't have my more breath in me. My eyes opened.
There was a dark cloud spread out in front of my view. My hair. It was much darker while wet. I made out the ceiling through my hair.
I shut my eyes. My body was begging for some air...but I wouldn't rise from under the water. Was this how I would go? Drown myself in a bath tub? No. Dawnie couldn't be left with another blank in her life.
My head rose out of the water. I opened my mouth, gasping for air. I sat there with my eyes still shut. There were images glued to the back on my eye lids. Willow's body in my lap. Why hadn't it have been me?!
I let out a wimper. Soon I couldn't tell if the water on my face was from the tub, or my tears.
*****
The cold air made me get more goosebemps on my body. I had a towel wrapped around me. My legs carried me into mine and Willow's room-- Or my room, now...
My bangs hung down in front of my face. I hoped Dawn was in bed, I didn't want her to hear me crying.
I got dressed. I had chosen out a pearl white night gown. It came up to about my knees.
I managed to get into bed. The silky sheets felt good. I pressed the back of my head against the back bored. A few drops of water were squeezed out of my hair as I rested my hair. A thought came into mind.
What has become of the Scoobie Gang?
Giles, in England. I don't think he even knew about the deaths yet. Anya, she was coming around. Xander,... not sure. Dawn, she was just a kid. Willow, dead. Buffy, dead. Spike, I heard he left town. And... me? I was the depressed, lesbian witch.
My head made it's way down to the pillows, and I tried to relax some. It was time to let out some more tears.
