Something Wild… and other stories

I work too much.

There, I said it. It had to be said. Ends meet needs to be met, and I work my ass off to do it. So when I actually manage to get something else done in my free time, well I just feel like I’ve got to share it.

I’ve had Lindsey Stirling’s new album for a while now and I’ve fallen in love with the track, Something Wild. After listening to it for a couple hundred times i started to make a story around it. It got… kinda violent, more so than I had planned at first. It didn’t go exactly how I’d planned, but I like the final product. Feel free to judge for yourselves.

She places one trembling foot in front of the other, one step at a time. She glances back – the driver gives her a smile and encouraging nod. Her bag snags on a seat and she flinches in pain as it digs into her side. The wound was still raw. Holding the bag away she moves down the aisle to a pair of empty seats in the middle of the bus. She sits in the window seat, her bag beside her, and she pulls out a music player. The bus begins to fill with the sound of people and she puts the earbuds in. A medley of piano and violin starts in her ears as she closes her eyes.

You had your maps drawn
You had other plans to hang your hopes on

She’s back in her room in a house that was never really home. College pamphlets litter the desk, offering opportunity but no guarantee of success. She wanted to go—needed to go. She couldn’t stay here anymore. It was only a matter of time before her father… With a short scream she clears the desk with a sweep of her arm. She heaved her sobs, knowing there was no way out.

Every road they led you down felt so wrong
So you found another way

“Come with me,” her friend says, putting an arm around her, “we’ll find a way to make it work. You don’t need them. They don’t want you.” Tears stung her eyes as she swallows back another sob and tries to nod.

“Yes,” she whispers, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You’ve got a big heart
The way you see the world, it’s got you this far

She shivers with her friend’s arm on her. Why can’t other people see her for who she is? Why can’t they just let her be? She glances down at her clothes, the dark skirt and loose blouse. If her father saw her…

You might have some bruises and a few scars
Just know you’re gonna be okay

The screaming is almost deafening but she stands her ground. Let him scream—he can’t change her. He can’t hurt her. He proves her wrong when he brandishes a knife and leaps at her.

The pain of her side flares but she barely notices, lost in her memories.

And even though you’re scared
You’re stronger than you know

She pushes him back, running for the door. She trips, falls, screams in pain and fear. He’s behind her, bellowing his hate and rage. She kicks out at him, takes him in the knee. It’s his turn to fall, screaming. She starts crawling, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

If you’re lost out where the lights are blinding
Caught and all the stars are hiding
That’s when Something Wild calls you home – home

She crawls for her life, screaming in pain, anger, fear, and pure stubbornness.

If you face the fear that keeps you frozen
Chase the sky into the ocean
That’s when Something Wild calls you home – home

She isn’t done. It isn’t over yet. She isn’t finished. She will find a home. She will find happiness. She will survive.

Sometimes the past can
Make the ground beneath you feel like quicksand

She feels like she’s falling, drowning, suffocating. She manages to get outside the house. She tumbles down the front steps, landing on her back. She can see her father limping towards the door, hatred burned into his movements. She screams her defiance at him.

You don’t have to worry; Reach for my hand
And I know you’re gonna be okay – You’re gonna be okay

Feet beside her—she stares up at her friend, holding a hand out to her. She takes it and sits up as her friend steps between her and her father, her stance loving, protective, strong. Standing between her and the knife.

And even if you’re scared
You’re stronger than you know

“Leave me alone!” She screams at the maniac. He’s not her father anymore—he never was. He stops when he sees reinforcements.

“Don’t ever think about coming back, boy!” He snarls and retreats into the house, slamming the door behind him. She falls back, her strength gone.

If you’re lost out where the lights are blinding
Caught and all the stars are hiding
That’s when Something Wild calls you home – home

“Hang on,” her friends says, hold her hand and putting pressure in her side, “We’ll get you fixed up. Hold on for me. Please.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I wasn’t strong enough.”

If you face the fear that keeps you frozen
Chase the sky into the ocean
That’s when Something Wild calls you home – home

“You are, my love,” her friend caresses her face. She smiles.

“I love you, Vanessa,” she reaches up for her lady’s face and the world turns black.

Calls you home
Calls you home

Calls you home
Calls you home

She wakes up in a hospital bed. Vanessa, her angel, is sleeping in a chair next to her, a bus ticket in her hand.

If you’re lost out where the lights are blinding
Caught and all the stars are hiding
That’s when Something Wild calls you home – home

“Please, take it,” Vanessa says, handing her the ticket. “I have to go. Please come with me. Please come when you’re released from here. Please.”

If you’re lost out where the lights are blinding
Caught and all the stars are hiding
That’s when Something Wild calls you home – home

She stares at the ticket—afraid. Afraid of a new life, afraid it won’t be any different. She takes a deep breath. She nods.

If you face the fear that keeps you frozen
Chase the sky into the ocean
That’s when Something Wild calls you home – home

The bus squeals to a stop. It’s harder to disembark, the bus fuller than before. She was ginger with her bag, keeping it far from the still-healing wound.  The driver’s mouth smiled at her but the eyes were impatiently telling her to get off the bus. She managed, slowly, and took the stairs one step at a time. She stepped off the bottom stair and froze, her jaw dropping open.

“Welcome home Alisa!” The crowd thundered and she dropped her bag in surprise. Twenty or so people stood in front of her, smiling and cheering under a banner that echoed their cry. Vanessa stood in front of them, a toothy grin on her face. She stepped forward, picking up Alisa’s bag.

“W-what is this?” Alisa asked.

Vanessa smiled. “What does it look like? This is what a family is supposed to be.”

She looked away, “I wouldn’t know.”

“Isn’t it about time to find out?”

The crowd surged forward, hugging her and shaking her hand as she tried to remember all the names they gave. Vanessa stood with her bag off to the side, watching everything. Tears fell freely down Alisa’s face as everyone clamored around her, wanting to know everything about her, about who she is. The bus pulled away in a huff of smoke and there were more cheers as Alisa all but collapsed against Vanessa, her arm around her friend, pulling her close as the crowd slowly dissipated.

“Well?” Vanessa asked, “what do you think?”

Alisa smiled at her, tired, hungry, and overwhelmed. Her eyes were heavy, her voice low and husky, and for the first time for as long as she could remember, she felt real happiness. “I think,” she said softly, “I think I’m home.”

 

So that’s it, that’s the story. I’m trying to get more into the writing again when I have the time, which to be honest isn’t a whole lot. That’s part of the reason I fell off doing the game reviews. I enjoyed them, enjoyed writing them, I just ran out of time. Maybe in the future they might come back. I’d like them to come back, but we’ll see what that future holds. In the meantime, you’ll see me from time to time.

 

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