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| Take my hand part 1; A friend wanted me to write about this so I did she also made up the title I am self concious of my writing skills dont look | |
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| thatll-be-fine | Apr 12 2013, 12:59 AM Post #1 |
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Mure
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I pushed my way out of the crowd and looked around me. I couldn't tell where the exit was, I saw a little staircase off to the left and ran for it. I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. Metallica had just finished playing and Lita Ford had come on stage. I really wanted to watch, but I felt like I was about to throw up and I swallowed voilentley, slamming into a stall. I don't know why I was feeling so sick, but my knees buckled and hit the linoleum tile below me and my stomach churned. I tried to swallow again so nothing would come up but it just got worse. I was gripping my hair away from my face and leaning against the stall wall cringing in nausea. I tried to breathe and came out a small hiccup, which flipped my stomach upside down and lurched me forward. I tried to lean on my knees but couldn't. It would be better to throw up than feel this discusting feeling swim around inside of my stomach. I sat there on the stall floor trying to swallow and breathe. I had never had a stomache ache this bad since the day in 4th grade when my friend showd me her mom's old Beatle collection and wouldn't let me take home the picture of Ringo. I sat there limply and thought about other things until I didn't feel like throwing up, which worked and I quickly stood up and opened the stall door and stopped. My stomach gurgled and I turned back viciously into the stall. I leaned over the toilet just as a huge extremely loud burp came out of my dry cracked lips. I stayed like that for a second, my eyebrow raised and mouth still wide open. What the fuck...? I thought and stood back up. I laughed and smacked my head, walking over to the door. I sighed and opened it not paying attention to where I was walking. I turned the corner and tripped into something..er, someone. Hands gripped my arms and I gasped, trying to regain balance, "Woah woah, watch where your going princess." a boy's voice said. I looked up to see a really sweaty boy with a white sweatband on his forehead. I regonized him from somewhere. "Um-I'm-I was...Sorry." I managed and tried to stand back up. He put a arm around my waist and helped me up. "Are you a groupie?" he smirked and looked at me. "I...I don't know?" I said. I didn't exactly know what a groupie was. His smile got wider and his grip got tighter. I flushed bright red and looked at the ground, "You wanna be one for the night?" he slurred and my face was on fire. "I don't even know what th-" I tried but he picked my face up and looked at me. I was really uncomfortable and tried to pry free but he pushed me into the corner of the wall and started touching my hair. "Can you please get off of me?" I said and slipped my fists inbetween our chests and tried to push away. "Hey, look your fine with me sweetheart." he said and touched my face. I struggled to push him away but it didn't work and his face got closer to mine. I turned my head away and slipped my arms over my head so he couldn't touch me. He tried to take my arms away softly but I clung to my head for dear life and slugged into the corner. "Leave me alone." I said and pushed myself farther into the wall. He put his hands on my waist and I flinched, wishing to melt in a puddle. "Don't be so fucking stubborn." he said got closer to me. I let out a tiny whimper and tried to slide down the wall, but his arms grabbed me again and I clenched my teeth. He was drunk and I was fucking scared. I took my arms off my head and threw my fists on his chest, pushing away with all my might. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them into my chest and I still clenched my teeth and my stomach hurt again and I felt a lump in my throat. "Get off me you creepy son of a bitch!" I yelled and pushed away again. Nothing was helping as he got closer to my face. "Get off me!" I screamed and everything started to blurr. I choked back tears as his hands went up my back, I sniffed and struggled, trying to push away. I was getting more tired and tears started falling as I heard a bang and jumped, more tears spilling out. "Hey! Get off of her!" someone yelled and he looked back. "Dude, seriously get the fuck off!" the person grabbed who I realized was the drummer for Metallica by the shoulders, "What do you know her Cliff? Get off of me." she slurrs and he tries to hit him. The other guy grabs his fist and pushes it down, "Yeah....That's my fucking sister you prick." he says and pushes him into the room he came out of. Another person comes out and I'm still sobbing, shaking in the corner. Everything is still blurry and the person who just came out looked at me and back at the other, "Who is she? What's going on?" he says and the drummer comes out again, "Cliff you better not fucking steal my first girl." he says and I choke back tears, "I'm n...Not a..." I choke out more tears and slink down a little on the wall. Cliff grabs his fist again, "She's my sister you're not fucking touching her." The one who I made out to have blonde hair rushes over and catches me before I slip down the wall. The drummer is now trying to throw punches at the boy apparently named Cliff and isn't doing very well. The blonde haired boy is holding me gently and I bring my arms up and cling to him tightly. He is a lot taller than I am and he wipes the hair from my face, "are you alright?" he asks gently, looking at me. I shake my head and more tears stream out. One of his arms reaches under my thighs and I flinch, "hey, you're alright." he says quitely and in a quick move, swoops me up into his arms. I'm clutching him extremely tightly and sobbing into his shoulder and he turns around, "Cliff you take care of Lars, I'm gonna go help this chick out." he says and grips securely under my butt. He gently takes his hand off my shoulder to open the door to the girls bathroom. He puts it back on my shoulder and walks over to the sink, "Sit on the sink for a sec." he says and sets me down on the shelf. I try to wipe away some of the tears but they just keep coming out and I lift my legs up and tuck my knees into my chest. I put my face into my knees and cry. He turns around, with a bunch of paper towels, "Are you...Shit." he throws the paper towels on the sink next to me and puts his hands on my arms, "Hey you'll be okay." I choked back on more tears and buried my face in my knees. "I'm sorry I'm not good at comforting." he says and I shake my head. I sniff and look up, blinking the tears out of my eyes. I take a few unsteady breathes, looking at him. "Y..You're fine really." the crying managed to stop a little, "I...I'm just..." I choke back more tears and he's staring at me concerned. I let out a few more shaky deep breathes and look at him. I stare and he stares back for a second and I breathe heavily, still shaking a little. He grabs a couple paper towels and pats my cheeks as I sniff some more and try to breathe normally. I feel sick and light headed and my cheeks are puffy and hot. There aren't any more tears on my face and the boy looks at me, "Are you alright?" he asks. I nodd gently and look at him, nothing is blurry anymore and I see his bright baby blues staring into mine. My lips parted and I let out a shaky breathe. They were so lovely and mesmerising, all worried over me. I felt my face get even more warm than before and I closed my mouth and bit my cheeks to prevent me from smiling. His hands were still on my shoulders and I looked down, my face cooling off a little. "So you're okay then?" he said and I looked back up and let out a little smile, "Yeah." I rhasped out. I sounded like a dying cat and I tried to laugh but choked on it and started to cough. "Woah, slow down there." he laughed and took his hands off me. I sighed and put my hands on my face. "So what exactly happened with Lars anyway?" he said. "I was feeling sick and I couldn't find the bathrooms so I went up here and I didn't realize it was backstage and I was feeling okay again and I walked out and and..." I spoke quickly but then choked and thought about what happened and shut my eyes, trying to push the tears back. I let out a whimper and started to breathe quickly, trying not to cry. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked please don't cry." He said and wrapped his arms around my head. I tried to keep the tears out and flung my arms around him. I didn't know him at all, but he was comforting me in this moment that I wanted to throw up. He moved his arms down to the small of my back as I clung to his shoulders. I didn't realize I had wrapped my legs securely around his hips and he quickly slipped his hands under my butt and pulled me off the counter onto him so I wouldn't flinch again. My eyes flung open as he cradled me around the front of him and let out a long shaky breathe into his neck. "What's your name?" he asked and started to swing me ever so gently. "Mure." I breathed into his neck and my head slumped onto his shoulder. "Cool name, sounds French or some shit." he laughed and pushed me up a little. "I'm James if you didn't know already." I smiled and he turned to open the door. He knew he was a lot taller than me and ducked down so that my head wouldn't be hit on the door frame. James' hands were wrapped around my hips tightly and he walked down the hall but then stopped, "It's too loud in there." he said to himself and went back into the bathroom. "Do you want me to leave you in here or can I stay here and keep you company?" James asked and touched my head lightly. "Please stay." I grip James' shoulders tighter and grab a lock of his curly blonde hair. "Alright then." he scootches onto the sink and crosses his legs under me, still holding me in front of him. I felt really sleepy as James cradled me comfortably and I buried my face in his neck, "thank you, James." I say and he moves his head a little, "For what?" he asks. "For helping me, I was a wreck." He laughed and started to stroke his thumb on my head. "It's nothin' honey. Yeah sorry Lars is such a peice of shit." I let out a sleepy giggle and my body goes limp and my eyes start to flutter close. I try to keep them open but James is warm and safe and I'm exahausted. My eyes close, my face resting gently on James' shoulder. I wake up to a small creak and peek over James' hair. Somone just left the bathroom. I feel James' arms still around me and his head on mine, he's breathing is steady and he's asleep. I remember last night and shiver a little, nuzzling my face into James' neck. It's cold in the bathroom and I don't know what time it is and the whole builing is really quiet. I lay on James and fall asleep again. I wake up to another sound, not quite sure what and grip James' tight. He shushes whatever the sound was and squeezes my hip gently. "Are you awake, Mure?" he asks softly in my ear. I nod and I feel his leg move under me, kicking the person next to us. We aren't in the bathroom anymore and it feels like whatever it is, it's moving. I am in the same position on James' lap as I was earlier and people start talking. It suddenly comes to me where I am and my head perks up and I look straight out of a window, with a veiw of some bare road. Everyone is quiet now and I turn my head to James who looked rather upset. "I'm on...But...We..." James made a face, "I'm really sorry you were just so fucking cute and sleepy and I couldn't just leave you...So I kind of brought you on the bus." James pleaded and looked at me with those blue eyes. I looked at him with my mouth wide open for a second and then started laughing. But then I remembered Lars and stopped laughing and clung to James, making an effort not to turn to where he was sitting. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry." He seemed to know exactly why my face had suddenley had gone blank. "Is this about m-" Lars said but James flung a hand in the air, "shut up!" he said and looked back at me. I was still looking at him but I really didn't care. I let out a little smile, "Nah, it's fine, really." I said put my head on his shoulder. "Wait your actually Cliff's sister?" I heard somebody ask. I didn't regonize the voice and picked my head up and looked around. There was another boy sitting next to Lars with curly black hair and I remembered the person who had shouted at Lars that I was his sister last night. I looked over at Cliff, who was sitting there looking at me and I immediatley regonized him and nodded my head as Cliff let out a little smirk. "Then how come we haven't heard anything about her, hmm?" he asked accusingly at Cliff. Cliff rolled his eyes, "Kirk I don't have to tell you guys everything." so the boy was Kirk. James looked pretty shocked and I giggled, rearranging myself on his lap. James gripped my hip and I flinched a little, "Shit." he groaned quitely and I realized where I had rearranged myself and my face turned bright red. "Did I..Hurt..You?" I asked and immediatley regretted asking that and my face burned brighter. "No, but don't move there anymore, otherwise James mi-" Kirk started but James made a face, "Fuck off!" he yelled and I giggled a little. I slipped one of my legs out from behind James and plopped onto the seat next to him. He pulled my into his side and I pushed the messy hair out of my face and looked up and James, "Where are you guys going anyway?" I asked and pulled up the bottom of my skinny jeasn and scratched at my ankle. "California I think?" Kirk said and I stopped scratching my ankle. "California! I don't have any clothes." I said and gestured towards my only already dirty outfit. "You can probably borrow something from Dwayna." Cliff said and I made a face, "who the hell is Dwayna? Cliff you never told me you had a girlfriend that was rude wow you know I'm your sister I might want to know these things you asshole." I said, trying to sound serious, hiding a giggle. "Well soRRY." Cliff said and put his hands up, making a face. I rolled my eyes, "Where's Dwayna then?" Lars chimed in and Cliff and I looked at him. "She said she'll meet us up at one of the gas stations in town." Cliff said and rested his foot on his knee. It was getting a little colder in the bus and I felt a chill creep up my spine and travel out among my arms into goosebumps as I lifted my feet onto the blue triangle patterned seat. I tucked my knees into my chest and felt James' hand squeeze my hip gently. I started to bite at my dry bottom lip. My lip started to swell a little as I prodded at it with the end of my front teeth. I stopped before I peeled off my whole bottom lip and ran my hands through the honey gold mane of feathers on top of my head and sighed. James looked at me and poked my shoulder, "What?" he said and I turned my head to his, my hand still on top of my head. I felt the soft skin of my arm touch my lip as our blue eyes met. "Hm?" I said, not removing my arm from my face. He looked at me for a second, tracing over each little freckle on my nose carefully. "It's cold." I stated bluntly and tucked my elbows inbetween my chest and my knees. Kirk leaned over the seat and grabbed a jean jacket that was laying next to the seat and threw it at me. "There you go, it's Cliff's." I quickly slid it on. It was a little big for me but it was comfortable and I settled back into the seat next to James. His hair fell over my shoulder as he stuck his face near mine and made a big dorky, lovable smile. 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| Margarita | May 9 2013, 08:13 AM Post #2 |
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This is great and you should definitely continue and update soon! I love the beginning and I love the early period you chose. Also very nice selection of James details. I like it very much, wish I saw this earlier. One request though, if you could add some spaces between paragraphs, that would be great, it's very difficult to read a block of small font (at least for us prescription people )
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