Hey everyone. This is a really bad piece which I have just written. It's inspired by Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" No spoilers, General rating, and it's not really about that much. It was more of a "put a piece of music on and see what comes out of me" attempt. Ah well. Try and enjoy.

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Angel
by Becky Thomson/Diana McKenzie

Despite the darkness in the room, the outline of his person was clear, as though it had been scored into the surroundings in the same way that a knife scores card. The green digits of his clock shone through the room announcing the third hour of that frosty December day. He sat on the couch, facing the window, staring at the moonlight that was filling the quiet streets of Chicago.  His thoughts were overwhelming him. They had been for a long while now, and tonight was the last night that he was going to allow them to do that to him. It had to come to an end now.

    Gary knew that the events of the past few years had been piling up inside him, as though with every newspaper a new emotion came to him, and he hadn't managed to come to terms with any of them yet. The newspapers had been stacked up in his mind, and it was time for him to do a bit of recycling.

    However much Gary wanted to change things that had gone wrong during his association with the paper, he couldn't. He couldn't turn back the clock. That was something that weighed heavily on his heart. Because he would want to go back and change things if he could. Or would he? Rescues which had gone wrong had affected him in a big way, he realised. If he changed them would he still be the same person he was now? The thought was worrying.

    Gary rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. What kind of person was he now anyway? People often told him he was a good person. Some people told him he was a hero, but often he didn't feel like either. He felt like a fool. He felt like an idiot. He'd had many, many close calls because of the paper, and his life was starting to become more than slightly tattered at the edges. Always watching his back was getting to him. Trying to safeguard the paper. It was more that he was he was trying to keep the paper safe than he was trying to keep himself safe. He tended to meet more of the evil in the world than one person should. He needed some peace.

    Gary felt something jump onto him, and he looked down at his lap. He sighed. The cat. It looked at him sleepily and curled up on him. Gary sighed again, and stroked his fur gently. Maybe inner peace was just an illusion. Well, one day he'd know, and until that day came about, he'd just have to deal with each new emotion as it came to him. He'd stop letting it pile up, and let himself feel things more. After all, he was only human. He didn't know if there was someone out there watching out for him, but if there was, he would have to let them into his life a bit more. If inner peace was real, perhaps they would help him find it. The corners of his mouth twitched into a slight smile, and as the cat purred quietly, Gary felt his eyelids grow heavy. He slid down the couch into a more horizontal position, and slowly drifted off. The darkness in the room surrounded him like a blanket, and the wings of sleep carried him away. And the sleep was peaceful.

Email the author: rebecca@thomson2273.freeserve.co.uk
 

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