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PART 2

 

 

 

 

So I did have a connection to her. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, at least for a moment. Then I froze once more. This was impossible. Five years ago, Jonny had buried his last grandmother. Her name was Lily. Impossible.

 

“That’s...fucking ridiculous.” Guy said for me. “Lily Buckland is...ya know...six feet under. Pushing daisies.”

 

“Well, Mr. Berryman, that is true...but I am also her.” Guy looked at me, his eyes wide and unfocused.

 

“Chris...ghost.” he choked out, his hand moving to clutch the cross around his neck.

 

“Don’t be...stupid. She’s just crazy. She’s not a...a....” I couldn’t bring myself to say the g-word, perhaps because I wasn’t so sure Guy was wrong. I tried to move my hand to open the door, but I couldn’t. Guy was using my hand as a security blanket. “Let go!” I snapped, trying to shake loose his grip. He refused, so finally I gave up.

 

“Look, lady, I will call the cops...”

 

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Martin.” she said, waggling her finger. “I’ll be out of your hair. For now.” With that, she disappeared into thin air. I gasped in shock, my head swimming. I was about to scream at Guy to let go of my hand when I realized he was already out on the street, colorless and shaking. I stumbled out of the car as well, yelping continually in fear.

 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god...”

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

 

“Guy?”

 

“She’s not real, she’s not real...I’m a bit drunk, I’m seein’ things...”

 

“Guy!”

 

“CHRIS!”

 

“Did you see her?”

 

“Shit! What the fuck did you think I was doing in there with you, Sherlock? Of course I fucking saw her, you...”

 

“Okay, I get it!” I yelled. Why did Guy have to be such an angry drunk? “Bloody hell, what do we do now?” I whispered, running a hand through my hair. “You saw her too, so I can’t be insane...”

 

“Maybe we’re both insane.”

 

“She can’t have been real...”

 

“Maybe she was real.”

 

“We can’t have seen her...”

 

“Maybe we did!” cried Guy, rubbing his head. “I don’t know! I can’t...like, think...”

 

I looked sideways at him. “Sit down, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” he moaned, leaning against the car. Luckily he didn’t get sick. “Never mind. Can we go?” he asked suddenly, trying to open the car. “I wanna get out o’here.”

 

“But...she was in there.”

 

“Holy shit...! I forgot.” He backed away from the vehicle once more, and I resisted the urge to scream in frustration.

 

“Let’s walk home. You can stay at my place tonight.”

 

“Okay, okay...as long as there’s no cuddling.” he slurred. I grabbed his arm and started walking quickly down the sidewalk. I was terrified, and there was no way I was staying by myself.

 

 

 

:stunned:Kyra this story is great,cant wait for more!!!!:dance:!!!Guy is a funny drunk:lol:

Ah. ;)

 

 

Thank you! :D

no....:confused:

 

 

 

 

 

 

:D

oh my god, kyra. i. love. mama. :wideeyed::P!!!

Ah. ;)

 

 

Thank you! :D

 

:DSorry Kyra :lol:but still its a great story:wacky:congrats on 1,500 posts:D:D

M A M A

PART 2

 

 

 

 

So I did have a connection to her. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, at least for a moment. Then I froze once more. This was impossible. Five years ago, Jonny had buried his last grandmother. Her name was Lily. Impossible.

 

“That’s...fucking ridiculous.” Guy said for me. “Lily Buckland is...ya know...six feet under. Pushing daisies.”

 

“Well, Mr. Berryman, that is true...but I am also her.” Guy looked at me, his eyes wide and unfocused.

 

“Chris...ghost.” he choked out, his hand moving to clutch the cross around his neck.

 

“Don’t be...stupid. She’s just crazy. She’s not a...a....” I couldn’t bring myself to say the g-word, perhaps because I wasn’t so sure Guy was wrong. I tried to move my hand to open the door, but I couldn’t. Guy was using my hand as a security blanket. “Let go!” I snapped, trying to shake loose his grip. He refused, so finally I gave up.

 

“Look, lady, I will call the cops...”

 

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Martin.” she said, waggling her finger. “I’ll be out of your hair. For now.” With that, she disappeared into thin air. I gasped in shock, my head swimming. I was about to scream at Guy to let go of my hand when I realized he was already out on the street, colorless and shaking. I stumbled out of the car as well, yelping continually in fear.

 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god...”

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

 

“Guy?”

 

“She’s not real, she’s not real...I’m a bit drunk, I’m seein’ things...”

 

“Guy!”

 

“CHRIS!”

 

“Did you see her?”

 

“Shit! What the fuck did you think I was doing in there with you, Sherlock? Of course I fucking saw her, you...”

 

“Okay, I get it!” I yelled. Why did Guy have to be such an angry drunk? “Bloody hell, what do we do now?” I whispered, running a hand through my hair. “You saw her too, so I can’t be insane...”

 

“Maybe we’re both insane.”

 

“She can’t have been real...”

 

“Maybe she was real.”

 

“We can’t have seen her...”

 

“Maybe we did!” cried Guy, rubbing his head. “I don’t know! I can’t...like, think...”

 

I looked sideways at him. “Sit down, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” he moaned, leaning against the car. Luckily he didn’t get sick. “Never mind. Can we go?” he asked suddenly, trying to open the car. “I wanna get out o’here.”

 

“But...she was in there.”

 

“Holy shit...! I forgot.” He backed away from the vehicle once more, and I resisted the urge to scream in frustration.

 

“Let’s walk home. You can stay at my place tonight.”

 

“Okay, okay...as long as there’s no cuddling.” he slurred. I grabbed his arm and started walking quickly down the sidewalk. I was terrified, and there was no way I was staying by myself.

 

 

 

"as long as there's no cuddling." :lol:

i love this story. :D

so, i just want to explain my fanfic a little bit, so no one's confused.

 

it's about will, and he keeps having these reoccouring dreams about his childhood. things he remembers clearly, like birthday parties, vacations, etc. but one thing is completely different from what he remembers. there's always a woman in a white dress standing somewhere in his dream. he can't see her face, and he has no idea who she is.

 

it'll connect eventually.

 

just so ya know. :D!!!

ooh, sounds exciting! :dance: :D

hah, i'm writing it now!! :D!!!

sounds great christina!! :D:D

 

and how far back is chapter 1 of mama? :thinking:

^^ MAMA Ch. 1

:)

Christina

that sounds great and sad:D:D:wacky:cant wait!!!

T I D A L W A V E S .

CHAPTER 1

 

 

The humid air hit his rosy cheeks. At first, he didn’t really know where he was. His short legs were hanging high, and he was on some sort of chair. When he looked up, he knew exactly where he was. Bright blue and pink balloons were dancing in the soft wind, and some sort of joyful music was playing in the background. His relatives were all around him, talking, laughing, and waving softly at him. Then, he saw her. Her bright red locks were up in a loose ponytail, and her blue eyes were staring right into his. She was so thin. He always remembered that she was too thin. It worried him every single day that it would seriously affect her health. Ironically enough she ended up dying in a car accident.

Her clothing was very seventies, dressed in bell bottoms and a floral top. She walked right over to him and put her pale, fragile hands into his. "Happy first birthday, William." she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

Will smiled brightly, loving to be in her presence. His tiny hands reached up to her face, stroking her soft cheeks. He loved her so much. She was so caring, so loving, and gave him enough love for two parents, since, he’d only had one. He looked around the room a little more. Everyone was there. Uncle Davie, his sister Beth who was five at the time, Aunt Marie, and all his cousins were accounted for. There was one woman in the very back corner of the room that he couldn’t make out. As hard as he tried, her face was just a blur, and people’s bodies kept getting in the way of her face. Her hair was long and brown, and she was wearing a white summer dress. He looked up at his mother, who was now joking around with her sister. When she looked down at him and saw his concerned face, she stopped her conversation. That’s what she always did, stopped everything for Will. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, tickling his finger softly.

Will kept staring in the direction of the woman, who wasn’t moving except for occasionally taking a sip of her drink. His mother looked where he was staring, then back at him. "W…what do you want a drink?"

He looked up at her with concerned eyes. This woman was starting to scare him. He didn’t know who she was, and his mother couldn’t understand. "A drink? Yeah, let’s get you a drink."

She stood up and walked over to where the woman was sitting. The woman had disappeared.

Will shot up into the dark. He was panting, beads of sweat pouring down his face to his beard. The picture of his

mother smiling at him was frozen into his mind, making the blood drain from his face. Something stirred next to him. "Will? Hun is everything okay?" Caroline asked groggily.

He looked down at her, those blue eyes filled with concern. "Yeah. Yeah, I just had a really bad dream."

 

 

 

i hope you like it! :D!

all those new fics are great, but I was wondering... what happened with ONE I LOVE & WARNING SIGN???? these two were pretty good and I haven't seen any posts of them recently......

that's a good question. :thinking::shrug:.

that's awesome christina!!! :D:D:D:clap::clap:!!!

can't wait for chapter 2!:dance:

:stunned:yeah I loved One I love!!!

thank ya, marisa. :nice:!

T I D A L W A V E S .

CHAPTER 1

 

 

The humid air hit his rosy cheeks. At first, he didn’t really know where he was. His short legs were hanging high, and he was on some sort of chair. When he looked up, he knew exactly where he was. Bright blue and pink balloons were dancing in the soft wind, and some sort of joyful music was playing in the background. His relatives were all around him, talking, laughing, and waving softly at him. Then, he saw her. Her bright red locks were up in a loose ponytail, and her blue eyes were staring right into his. She was so thin. He always remembered that she was too thin. It worried him every single day that it would seriously affect her health. Ironically enough she ended up dying in a car accident.

Her clothing was very seventies, dressed in bell bottoms and a floral top. She walked right over to him and put her pale, fragile hands into his. "Happy first birthday, William." she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

Will smiled brightly, loving to be in her presence. His tiny hands reached up to her face, stroking her soft cheeks. He loved her so much. She was so caring, so loving, and gave him enough love for two parents, since, he’d only had one. He looked around the room a little more. Everyone was there. Uncle Davie, his sister Beth who was five at the time, Aunt Marie, and all his cousins were accounted for. There was one woman in the very back corner of the room that he couldn’t make out. As hard as he tried, her face was just a blur, and people’s bodies kept getting in the way of her face. Her hair was long and brown, and she was wearing a white summer dress. He looked up at his mother, who was now joking around with her sister. When she looked down at him and saw his concerned face, she stopped her conversation. That’s what she always did, stopped everything for Will. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, tickling his finger softly.

Will kept staring in the direction of the woman, who wasn’t moving except for occasionally taking a sip of her drink. His mother looked where he was staring, then back at him. "W…what do you want a drink?"

He looked up at her with concerned eyes. This woman was starting to scare him. He didn’t know who she was, and his mother couldn’t understand. "A drink? Yeah, let’s get you a drink."

She stood up and walked over to where the woman was sitting. The woman had disappeared.

Will shot up into the dark. He was panting, beads of sweat pouring down his face to his beard. The picture of his

mother smiling at him was frozen into his mind, making the blood drain from his face. Something stirred next to him. "Will? Hun is everything okay?" Caroline asked groggily.

He looked down at her, those blue eyes filled with concern. "Yeah. Yeah, I just had a really bad dream."

 

 

 

i hope you like it! :D!

 

:stunned::stunned:

I love it!!!!!!!:bigcry:

great writing,cant wait for ch2!!!!!!!:D:D:D:dance::dance:

T I D A L W A V E S .

CHAPTER 1

 

 

The humid air hit his rosy cheeks. At first, he didn’t really know where he was. His short legs were hanging high, and he was on some sort of chair. When he looked up, he knew exactly where he was. Bright blue and pink balloons were dancing in the soft wind, and some sort of joyful music was playing in the background. His relatives were all around him, talking, laughing, and waving softly at him. Then, he saw her. Her bright red locks were up in a loose ponytail, and her blue eyes were staring right into his. She was so thin. He always remembered that she was too thin. It worried him every single day that it would seriously affect her health. Ironically enough she ended up dying in a car accident.

Her clothing was very seventies, dressed in bell bottoms and a floral top. She walked right over to him and put her pale, fragile hands into his. "Happy first birthday, William." she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

Will smiled brightly, loving to be in her presence. His tiny hands reached up to her face, stroking her soft cheeks. He loved her so much. She was so caring, so loving, and gave him enough love for two parents, since, he’d only had one. He looked around the room a little more. Everyone was there. Uncle Davie, his sister Beth who was five at the time, Aunt Marie, and all his cousins were accounted for. There was one woman in the very back corner of the room that he couldn’t make out. As hard as he tried, her face was just a blur, and people’s bodies kept getting in the way of her face. Her hair was long and brown, and she was wearing a white summer dress. He looked up at his mother, who was now joking around with her sister. When she looked down at him and saw his concerned face, she stopped her conversation. That’s what she always did, stopped everything for Will. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, tickling his finger softly.

Will kept staring in the direction of the woman, who wasn’t moving except for occasionally taking a sip of her drink. His mother looked where he was staring, then back at him. "W…what do you want a drink?"

He looked up at her with concerned eyes. This woman was starting to scare him. He didn’t know who she was, and his mother couldn’t understand. "A drink? Yeah, let’s get you a drink."

She stood up and walked over to where the woman was sitting. The woman had disappeared.

Will shot up into the dark. He was panting, beads of sweat pouring down his face to his beard. The picture of his

mother smiling at him was frozen into his mind, making the blood drain from his face. Something stirred next to him. "Will? Hun is everything okay?" Caroline asked groggily.

He looked down at her, those blue eyes filled with concern. "Yeah. Yeah, I just had a really bad dream."

 

 

 

i hope you like it! :D!

 

:cheesy: i love it!

chapter 2, please! :D

thanks!! i'll get writing! :D!

thanks for the link brooke! :D

 

 

Mama is great kyra!! :D:D:D i love it! :clap:

:D

Will fanfiction!Yes!!Finally!

 

Warning Sign *cracking the whip*!!!!

*raises hand* What was One I Love about again? I have no memory for titles, sorry. :(

 

And I would like to see another chapter of A Warning Sign too...

 

@ Christina---I LOVE YOUR STORY. And thank you. ;)