Dark Nights Part 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did do you think Michael and Maria would have lasted this long? Rated :PG-13 for some mild language;) Summary: Sequal to Dark Nights. Personal Note: Thanks for the suggestion Lisa, I hadn't thought of a sequal. Feedback: This would be nice. Everyone needs encouragement. Song lyrics by Linkin Park.-----------
"A long time ago"
I woke up in a dream today And put my cold feet on the floor forgot all about yesterday Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
I wouldn't say the day she came back to me was the best of my life. She was too different. I was left to pick up the pieces of a girl that was once so strong and beautiful. Let me rephrase, she was still beautiful but all the years of running from who she really is took a toll on her. Hiding her true self from her husband nearly drove her insane. But that wasn't what broke her it happened when she decided to reveal her identity to Jesse. The identity I knew she tried hard to keep bound. I can't imagine what that's like. I could never do it which is why I wanted Maria so bad at first. The girl knew all about me, I could even handle the nonstop chatting for the security, and then somehow we ended up together. I just accepted it, went with the flow. But Maria wasn't the one I had to have, no that position was reserved for a woman that captured my soul, a long time ago, who haunts me even when she's near me.
It's true The way I feel was promised by your face The sound of your voice painted on my memories even if you're not with me
Well, she told him one night. She was on the brink of insanity and I bet she decided now or never. The fucking idiot...... ran. He called her a monster and ran from her. How could he run? He took the life that remained in her when he left. Alex had taken the other portion. But the Isabel now, loves me. Sure she barely recognizes me but she loves me all the same.
I'm left in the wake of the mistake Slow to react Even though you're so close to me You're still so distant And I can't bring you back
It was raining the day she arrived unto my doorstep. Trembling and very thin she just stood there, didn't even knock. I knew she was there though. I felt her. I smelled her. I leapt out of bed. You should have seen me as I went to open the door. I bet no one thought they'd live to see the day a grinning, Michael Guerin skipped to his front door. And no one ever will again. I can say the moment before I opened the door was the happiest in my life. Then it passed.
Her eyes ... they were vacant. All she could say before collapsing was "Ran....ran........Jesse.........called m-me monster!" After that she wouldn't speak.
You Now I see Keeping everything inside You Now I see Even when I close my eyes
Everyday she'd get up and sit by the window, looking out, silent and still. I brought her fresh purple flowers everyday. I don't know why I did that. She didn't even so much as glance at them.
I told Maria and she came over to help. The only reason I confided in her was so she'd do the girlie things for Isabel. It's not that I wouldn't have enjoyed bathing and dressing her myself but how could I? Maria didn't like that Isabel was here in my house alone with me but I didn't care.
Then one day Maria had, had enough. "Michael let's commit her. To an institution." she said. I could have killed her then and I think she read the look in my eyes because she backed away from me. I glared at her until she left. That's the last time I saw her. A little part of me died that day. I loved Maria. I still did. But it didn't come close to the all consuming, suffocating, love I had for Isabel. That's exactly how I can describe my love for her. I never said it was a happy love but it can be someday, hopefully.
No matter how far we've gone I can't wait to see tomorrow with you
I have to bring her back or I'll go insane. I know something is in there otherwise how could I love her so much? And God help me I love her more than I've ever loved anyone or anything including myself. So that has to mean she's still in there. Somewhere. Right?
Every night before I fall into a restless sleep I pray. Something else Michael Guerin wasn't known for. But for her I'd do anything. Anything.