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    Almost Heaven 2

    Story written on September 27, 2007 by New Dawn Fades.
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    You need me to help you stand.

    Almost Heaven

     

     

     

     

    Chapter 2

     

     

     

     

    Running up the mountain stinging from the needless argument. She still clings to me, her smell, her hair. Everything, not letting go of me. The winding path higher and higher I climb. Still trying to figure out the “thing.” Still trying to figure out how “it” happened. Trying to figure out exactly when did Helena Peabody decide to fall in love with me. Trying really to understand why it affects me so much.  

     

     

     

    Lately I have to confess to feeling all over the place. Lately I have to confess to that old familiar feeling of being trapped. So I climb. Rocks falling, hands gripping and desperate to hold on. Dirt in my eyes I hold on. Taste of her lips, I hold on. flash of the other, dark eyes, that skin, that touch of her, the heat of her…so long forgotten. I think about her and I try not to fall. I think about her and I try not to lose my first person narrative. And yes it’s bizarre to answer your questions and keep telling yourself lies.

     

     

     

    Somewhere near the top I feel bad about lying to Hele…

     

     

     

    On top of the world I stand. My sad empty world. I see everyone in the fields trying to save something already lost. I see Helena make her way down, Hunter and J.R. with her the whole way. From up here I can see it all. All except what is in front of me.

     

     

     

    This is what I mean. All over the damn place. Sit down, shut up and try to make some sense. I say this and no one hears me. Catching my breath trying to keep myself cool and collected. I was thinking about things of the past. I was trying to find reason and meaning in the more lost than usual feeling. Taking it in my mind. Trying to figure out the when and the what the fuck.

     

     

     

     

    That morning so long ago. Well not that long.

     

     

     

    I woke in her bed. Gloomy day not knowing where I am for the first seconds. That warm body feel of her. Yeah that was it. She was sleeping and I looked down at her. She was topless and the sheet that covered her was only waist high. Eyes searching all over her. Scars all over, burns, and cuts healed but not forgotten. A bullet hole in her stomach. I wondered was it painful?

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    1. Shane thought that Helena only wanted to fuck her to get back at Carmen and I think it something like that too. I am waiting frantically for seeing the moment Shane, Carmen and Helena in a same room. Thank you.

    3. even through all the pain and angst in your stories,your writing has me hooked like salmon..yet always baited for hope and some form of happiness. Griping story as usual.

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