PinkFairy
25-05-2005, 17:13
Here's another script I've started writing - I will be carrying on with Dancing in the moonlight though. Please reply!
The whisperings of a heart
Part One
Some sat in darkness and the deepest gloom,
Prisoners suffering in iron chains.
He brought them out of their darkness and deepest gloom and broke away their chains.
Psalm 107
Broken she sat on the floor, physically complete; mentally smashed. Ger lip trembled in time to the rapid beats of her fractured heart, becoming overloaded with all the tears that coated it like a blanket. She brushed her long hand across her mouth hastily, wiping the tears on her hand and across her face like the remains of a river. Her foundation was removed in the process, leaving behind her pale, dull skin revealing even more her fragmented state. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything now, only him.
She wondered why she still believed in him. Him and her. It would never be, this wasn’t one of the fairy tales that she had devoured over as a child; believing with al her heart that one day she would be the princess locked away in a tower, waiting for her prince charming to come. He would come, and pull her out of the scary place, his strong, muscular would lift her away with him into the sunset to somewhere beautiful. The would live happily ever after.
Happily ever after.
Happily ever after.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
The words echoed in her head and even louder in her heart. Why couldn’t she live happily ever after? Why wasn’t the fairy tale working for her like it did to Cinderella, sleeping beauty, snow white and all the other little princess’? Her dad had told many times that she was ‘a little princess’ so why didn’t she count now?
“HAPPILY EVER AFTER! I WANT TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!” She yelled, hoping that someone somewhere whom decided which princess’ got their prince charming that they dreamed of would hear her and grant her wish. She wanted him so badly and she yelled louder and louder until she could yell no more. Her throat was dry and prickly, like she had swallowed a million splinters.
Emotions ran out of her eyes, emotions of hate and sorrow. She could do nothing to stop them and no longer wanted to. She wanted to get rid of them so badly she wanted to forget everything. She wished she had never met him, she wish she had never found out about him.
She reached over to her cabinet and picked up a framed picture which had lipstick marks on, one for each night they had been apart. She wiped them with her sleeve, destroying her personal calendar and took one last glance at the picture. She loved him so much and it was now unbearable to even look at a picture of him. She began to shout, hate pouring out of her like a storm.
“You were supposed to love me forever! I was supposed to live happily ever with my prince charming. Where are you? I hate you!”
She yelled once more, making her splutter harsh coughs, her lungs almost splitting and with all the strength she possessed, all the hate in her powering her, she threw th picture at the hard wall and watched her happiness shatter into numerous shards, her prince charming breaking up and proving to her how weak he really was.
She moved over quickly and looked hard at all the tiny pieces of glass that were now scattered over the grotty carpet. She could pick out his eyes, glowing with hope and love. She began to piece together the picture again, becoming angry as the pieces didn’t fit together instantly. She picked up part of his mouth and tried to crush it, trying to let him know how much she was hurting. Instead, all she did was cut her finger, the sharp glass slitting her skin like a knife through melted butter. Why did the evil win? Was it because it was meant to?
She watched the blood flow out of her, all the life that had once lived inside her now gone. It hard left long ago. On Christmas day, months ago. They day that happiness is meant to live all over the world, holding people together.
She hated him. She loved him. She hated him. She loved him. She didn’t want to love him. She wanted to hate him for all he had done to her, for walking into her life and taking all the certainty away from her.
Now all she was the broken pieces of a once happy picture.
The whisperings of a heart
Part One
Some sat in darkness and the deepest gloom,
Prisoners suffering in iron chains.
He brought them out of their darkness and deepest gloom and broke away their chains.
Psalm 107
Broken she sat on the floor, physically complete; mentally smashed. Ger lip trembled in time to the rapid beats of her fractured heart, becoming overloaded with all the tears that coated it like a blanket. She brushed her long hand across her mouth hastily, wiping the tears on her hand and across her face like the remains of a river. Her foundation was removed in the process, leaving behind her pale, dull skin revealing even more her fragmented state. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything now, only him.
She wondered why she still believed in him. Him and her. It would never be, this wasn’t one of the fairy tales that she had devoured over as a child; believing with al her heart that one day she would be the princess locked away in a tower, waiting for her prince charming to come. He would come, and pull her out of the scary place, his strong, muscular would lift her away with him into the sunset to somewhere beautiful. The would live happily ever after.
Happily ever after.
Happily ever after.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
The words echoed in her head and even louder in her heart. Why couldn’t she live happily ever after? Why wasn’t the fairy tale working for her like it did to Cinderella, sleeping beauty, snow white and all the other little princess’? Her dad had told many times that she was ‘a little princess’ so why didn’t she count now?
“HAPPILY EVER AFTER! I WANT TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!” She yelled, hoping that someone somewhere whom decided which princess’ got their prince charming that they dreamed of would hear her and grant her wish. She wanted him so badly and she yelled louder and louder until she could yell no more. Her throat was dry and prickly, like she had swallowed a million splinters.
Emotions ran out of her eyes, emotions of hate and sorrow. She could do nothing to stop them and no longer wanted to. She wanted to get rid of them so badly she wanted to forget everything. She wished she had never met him, she wish she had never found out about him.
She reached over to her cabinet and picked up a framed picture which had lipstick marks on, one for each night they had been apart. She wiped them with her sleeve, destroying her personal calendar and took one last glance at the picture. She loved him so much and it was now unbearable to even look at a picture of him. She began to shout, hate pouring out of her like a storm.
“You were supposed to love me forever! I was supposed to live happily ever with my prince charming. Where are you? I hate you!”
She yelled once more, making her splutter harsh coughs, her lungs almost splitting and with all the strength she possessed, all the hate in her powering her, she threw th picture at the hard wall and watched her happiness shatter into numerous shards, her prince charming breaking up and proving to her how weak he really was.
She moved over quickly and looked hard at all the tiny pieces of glass that were now scattered over the grotty carpet. She could pick out his eyes, glowing with hope and love. She began to piece together the picture again, becoming angry as the pieces didn’t fit together instantly. She picked up part of his mouth and tried to crush it, trying to let him know how much she was hurting. Instead, all she did was cut her finger, the sharp glass slitting her skin like a knife through melted butter. Why did the evil win? Was it because it was meant to?
She watched the blood flow out of her, all the life that had once lived inside her now gone. It hard left long ago. On Christmas day, months ago. They day that happiness is meant to live all over the world, holding people together.
She hated him. She loved him. She hated him. She loved him. She didn’t want to love him. She wanted to hate him for all he had done to her, for walking into her life and taking all the certainty away from her.
Now all she was the broken pieces of a once happy picture.