Please…
by BL
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and other
familiars from Buffy and Angel belong to Joss Whedon,
the WB, Fox, and everyone else that owns them.
Note: I know I said that I wasn’t writing any more but
I couldn’t sleep and this idea came to me. Just a very
short ficlet that I wanted to put out there. Let me
know what you think. Single quotations signify
thoughts.
Feedback: Would greatly appreciate it
The dark slayer tossed and turned on the uncomfortable cot. Her thoughts were plagued with emotional turmoil that she hoped to be rid of. Finally, she ceased her movements and lay still while staring up at the dirty ceiling. The lack of distraction allowed her mind to wander. Replaying all of her memories, the bad and the good, which were few and far between.
Faith felt herself breaking. All that had happened; leading up to this moment had weakened her resolve. It was taking too much effort and her emotional defenses could only hold so much.
‘Why? Why has my life been like this? What did I do wrong in a past life to deserve this?’ Silent sobs racked the deceptively small frame of the dark slayer. Faith opened her tear filled eyes and stared up at the ceiling pleadingly. ‘If you do exist, why don’t you care about me? Ever since I was little…all the things that happened to me…I don’t understand…’
Faith turned away and curled up into a ball while sobbing into her pillow, “Why?”
As quickly as they had started, her tears stopped. She took a deep breath and turned towards the wall. The girl tried to sleep. “Please…” she whispered into the dark cell.
“Please…” she whispered as a silent plea. A plea that her dreams would bring her some semblance of a happy life. One that had been denied her. Dreams that would bring her closer to the good slayer. Because dreams were all she had left.
“Please…” she whispered one last time before she shut her eyes and silent tears ran down her face.