"You and I, moving in the dark
Bodies close, but souls apart
Shadows, smiles...secrets unrevealed
I need to know the way you feel
I'll give you everything I am...
And everything I want to be
I'll put in your hands
If you could open up to me
Can't we ever get beyond this wall?
For all I want is just once, to see you in the light
But you hide behind the color of the night.
I can't go on, running from the past
Love has torn away this mask
And now, like clouds, like rain
I'm drowning and I blame it all on you
I'm lost...God save me
Cause all I want, is just once
Forever and again
I'm waiting for you, I'm standing in the light
But you hide behind the color of the night."
~Lauren Christy - "The Color Of The Night"~ |
"You and I, living two worlds apart
No matter where, you're miles away
Shadows and lies, so many secrets inside
I just want to know what you feel.
You're everything I want
And everything I hoped you'd be
I give it all to you
Just please open up to me.
Just please tear down your walls.
I just want once, to hear the words I want
But you hide behind that mask you wear.
You can't go on living in the past
Love needs to tear down your cage
And now the clouds and the rain pour down
It's frightening, and right now I need you
I'm lost, God bring you back to me
All I want is Jonathan Collins
Now and forever more...
I'm waiting here to lead you back home
Just please take off that mask you wear."
~Helena~ |
*There she sits, watching the day go by...dressed in a blue shirt and blue jeans. She grabs his hooded sweatshirt to keep warm. It even smells like him. Every little detail of his life is simply magical to Helena. She turns on the TV for backround noise and a voice immediately turns her focus to the channel. It's Tempest. That voice just makes her blood boil. It's the only reason Jonathan never comes home on time. It's the sole purpose Jonathan is in the gym training, instead of curling up next to her watching romantic comedies. Tempest, a woman who they both despise, has his heart and mind. Wouldn't that break you too? There is some solace. He never comes home smelling like cheap perfume and booze. Jonathan's just too good to her...when he really tries. And the merry go round goes up...and down...and she hears something. Jealousy subsides as it gives birth to a whole new emotion. RAGE.*
Tempest:I’m not surprised to see you with an imaginary woman who’s hot for you though. Aren’t they all just figments really? Each one the flavor of the week because you can sustain no more than that? I know of no real woman who would give you a second glance. But then Helena doesn’t strike me as entirely stupid. You must have found a really effective date rape drug for her.
[Wrong answer, you whore! I love him! I really, really do, even if he doesn't know it. How could you do this to me? How could you pull him away from me? I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!]
I suppose your tenuous grip on reality can’t really be faulted. Nothing in this business seems real after awhile. Everything is too loud and bright. And that’s saying something from a woman who’s idea of drab is a fuzzy fuchsia sweater.
But whatever will you do when your pony rises up, but not high enough for you to reach the pinnacle of success? I suppose just dip down and wait for the next rise. Don’t worry, it’ll come. I don’t fault you for wanting this title, nor fighting me for it. I just fault you for not being strong enough or innovative enough to get it. But that will soon be apparent.
[You're so full of yourself, you and your perfect little world...you don't know him...you don't know the half of it. All you care about is your precious little Chris...I'm so close to happiness, I can taste it. I'm so close to it, but I have to wait until Sunday. I'll move the heavens and the earth to give him what he wants, and I know he'll get it without my help. He's the most real person I know...and I don't care what you think or say. He's kind, and sweet...
...and right now, he's all yours. Yeah, it burns...but it won't for long. Sunday he'll have the belt, and I'll have him all to myself again. *sigh* We'll be happy finally!]
*She curls up in his aqua blue hooded sweatshirt, and sighs. As he slowly descends to madness, she is being drowned in envy and pain. All she wants out of life is to be happy...and her happiness is in the arms of 24-year old Jonathan Collins...or Jonathan Storm to the HWF fans. He's such a sweetheart to her, but he's lost it. Nothing but Tempest this and Tempest that for the past month. Nothing is important to him, but beating her. It's killing her...because that is not him. He's wearing a mask again. He wore it the first night they ever met...trying to stay away. Every time she gets close, he pulls away. Sunday will make or break that. He will win the title and finally be the champion she knows, or he will lose, and finally lose his mind, in reflex bringing her to her end. She finally manages to put that voice out of her mind...the voice of Tempest, now accusing the man she loves of drugging her. She's going to sit down and write in her diary. Grab a pen and paper...let her emotions flow freely.*
Dear Diary ~
I miss this...I really do. Then again, it hasn't been too long, has it? Probably just a couple of weeks. Spending time with Jonathan is just fantastic. I stay the night in the guest room, and he cooks me breakfast in the morning...it's magical what we have. He's my best friend, really. Especially since Suzy went into a coma. I should really visit her sometime, but I don't think Steve wants to see me. I know he hates me, and he probably hates Jonathan too.
Jonathan's so good to me, so why do I get so angry? Because I just want some of his time, some of his heart. It's that drive in him to succeed that's blocking him from me...and it's that witch Tempest that eggs him on. She keeps him in that world, where he can't see what's truely important. Jonathan has no room for love, if only because he won't allow it.
*The sounds of the answering machine break her concentration. She listens as the first word on the machine lets her know that she is being thought of...it's her knight in shining armour...someone who can do no wrong.*
Jonathan: Hey Hel...it's me. I just wanted to call to see what you were doing. I'm here working out, studying tapes...it's not fun, and I'm thinking I'd rather be there with you, having lunch...I'll be home soon, I promise. You just take care, and do what you feel like doing. The whole house is at your disposal! Bye! *Click*
He called, just to see what I was doing! God, maybe he does love me. This weekend, I'm going to give him my world...I'm going to tell him I love him! Maybe it'll get this pain to stop...maybe it will give him back to me.
But will he be what I want? Will he be the champion I know and love? Or is he going to be the same person he is now? I want him with me, no strings attached...
...but I'll never have that, my diary...not until that title is his...and she won't just leave him be. She will torment him, abuse him, and hurt him, all until he falls to pieces. That I just cannot stand.
So now I do my part...now I help him. God forgive me for doing this.
*Meanwhile, in another place...*
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