Sheets
I promised myself long ago that I would never walk this way again, that I would never fall into this trap I was in long ago. The truth is I never got over her, the one girl I had always loved. This was all I knew and all I had. This one girl made my life so beautiful and then, well it fell to pieces.
I was so selfish. I turned myself into a person who couldn’t be trusted; I fell into magics that were darker than some of what I dealt with everyday. All ever I found in it was momentary relief from the pain and stress the world caused, but when it ended it was ten times worse sealing me into the cycle of abuse. I destroyed it all, fell through all of it and destroyed it all. My friends no longer know where I am, and they probably do not care anymore.
Ten years, ten years of running and now I am not sure if I can continue. All I know is I have to get some sense of a life again. I spent years with several covens, trying to keep the past from happening again. While I was gone, however, time did not sit still for them. My home, Sunnydale is now gone, all that is left is a smoking pit where it once stood. I have no idea how it happened, but I know it happened because the First was stopped, or so the coven told me.
I need to find them; I promised myself I would find them. That is why I am sad to report I will be leaving this coven which I have stayed at for the past three years. Your guidance has helped me grow much, but I feel the only way to finally face my fears it to face the people I disappointed the most. If I manage to stay in control, I know I have succeeded.
Sincerely,
Rosenberg
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Willow Rosenberg stood on the top of the Sears Tower looking down on the gray city that was Chicago. She could see Northshore and the brave few who were swimming in the water. Though it had warmed up, the trees had yet to have their leaves come out. Little buds graced all of the braces of the trees. This was her home now, this city of wind and broken dreams. The smell of desperation wafted from the south, which the rich tried so hard to hide. This was the city of light and dark, something she knew was a struggle, and one she fought every day.
She walked away from the window and to the elevator. She went down the massive structure and was soon on the ground walking within the gray concrete. The Willis tower added to the feeling of insignificance as she walked. Everything was so tall, massive that it made Willow for once it her life feel normal. The year she had inhabited that city had learned much about how to get around. She was walking towards the Quincy Station for the L. She had to get back to Evanston by three for her class in civil procedure. Her professor would kill her if she was late again.
Despite catching the first L cart to Evanston and getting off on time she was not able to make it to the lecture on time. She after class proceeded towards the Barnes and Nobles. She spent a good thirteen minutes in side dashing up the escalator to get a view from the second floor of Evanston. From the window she could see the drug store and the restaurants, including the coffee shop. She loved to look out the windows and compare the two cities which were nothing alike.
The reason she loved living here was because the two cities were like her. She was the wealthy, educated teen at the beginning of high school, much like the people who filled Evanston, but she was also the gray city battling against the dark and light. Everywhere she looked she could see herself painted throughout the city. This was her town, her place to be, the in-between of the two worlds.
She was stirred from her thoughts by a voice behind her.
“Hey Will, done with classes today?” asked a girl behind her.
Will smiled, “Hey Sophia, yeah I’m done. How was work?”
Sophia smiled, “Same old, same old. Some kid tried to smuggle out a bunch of David Bowie CDs. He stuffed them down his pants.”
“And people wonder why I think guys are repulsive,” she responded with a grimace.
Willow started towards the escalator, “You done with your shift?”
Sophia followed her stepping onto the motor staircase, “Yeppers, slaved always to make just enough to get food this week, yet I still have several hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loans.”
Willow laughed, “With you there. You’d think being a genius would help me get a better scholarship, but not really. The America dream is truly dead; no one can afford college or grad school.”
The two walked down the street, passing each store front until they made it back to the apartment they shared. It was in a nice enough part of town, close to the Law campus. It was the perfect fit for the two law students.
Willow and Sophia had met shortly after she had enrolled. The first semester they had shared two classes, however this year they had branched off since Sophia was pursuing corporate law and Willow was looking into patent law. Since then their schedules had been completely different, but after those classes they had shared together they had become great friends and decided to share a sublet from a mutual friend who had gone to England for a semester.
Sophia was quite a bit younger than Willow. She was only twenty-five. She had gone to Northwestern for undergrad and had grown up in Evanston her entire life. Her parents only lived a mile away. Her father in fact was a professor at the university, a chemistry professor to be precise. He was quiet disappointed when his only child decided to be a smarmy lawyer.
As she walked in the front door she saw a glint of light reflecting off a familiar hair color of a girl walking past, brown with blond highlights. When she turned to get a better look the girl whom she saw was gone. She played it off as a trick of her imagination. Tara wouldn’t be here, she would have gone somewhere safe, not be so close to a hell mouth. She was tied to Buffy and the others as much as she was and even she was able to leave Buffy.
The world she lived in was filled with staring out of windows. She couldn’t forget the world outside and how it reflected everything around her. This world, this disaster was just being held steady by the little good that was left in it. So as long as it safety was held in the balance so would she watch. This was what she was doomed to since she did not help anymore. She had to watch because she abandoned the cause.
This night however the watch was different. The vampires that lurked the street were running away. Usually they chased, but tonight they were afraid, very afraid. Either there was a big bad in town or something huge was in town, like a slayer huge.
For the first time in a decade she suited up, equipping herself with stakes and holy water. This might be exactly what she wanted, since the slayer’s mission was to close hell mouths now Chicago was bound to come. It was only a matter of time. It seemed like that moment had come now.
She ran out the door of her apartment. She started running after the vampire. His leather jacket was waving in the wind as he ran. Willow was slowly catching up to him, but not before someone had beaten her to the vampire.
About twenty feet in front of willow was dark brown hair and a leather jacket. It wasn’t the slayer she was hoping for, but at least she was slightly closer. Faith Lehane was only a small distance away from her.
“Hello Faith,” she said to slayer who had the vampire by the collar of his jacket.
The slayer quickly stabbed the vampire, letting him turn to dust; she then bridged the gap between herself and the redhead.
“Well, well, if it isn’t little red,” she said in a husky voice, “Still not doing stick?”
Willow was a little taken aback by the brunette’s forwardness but replied, “You still doing the stick?”
The slayer chuckled, “Actually I am off the stick, doctor said it would be better for me.”
“Is that because of all the STDs you contracted?” Willow playfully bantered.
“Nah, but this little blonde doctor told me that if I wanted to continue to see her I had to be exclusive.” Willow gasped.
“You mean you, Sunnydale slut has settled down,” she said.
“Well, yeah, shucks this has turned into a sappy reunion.”
The slayer then surprisingly and against all that nature dictated hugged Willow. As she was embraced the smell of the slayer filled her senses. Faith smelled like leather, hickory, and there was a little floral scent that was obviously not from the slayer. The scent was very familiar. It smelled suspiciously like the perfume Buffy use to wear.
“Wait. You’re dating BUFFY!” she exclaimed.
The slayer kicked at the ground and looked down, “Did I mention she’s super hot and that I can’t control my sexual urges around people who are hot?”
Willow just shook her head, “Can you take me to Buffy, I need to ask her about the location of a mutual friend, and possibly beg forgiveness.”
“Dude, you go to Buffy and you’ll find all of the old crew, includin’ your own shy blonde.” Faith answered.
“Then let’s go.”
Now Willow was off to her past, it was time for this facade of normalcy to end, to stop looking out windows waiting for change when she could bring it. She wasn’t going to waste anymore time. She had to know, know if she had made any recovery whatsoever.
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That was part one. Rather weird writing style for me but that's the story.
This is a short story by the way there is only going to be a max of five parts, most likely only four. So tell me what you think. But yay I am back from China and after seeing what a large part of China is like I am very, very depressed.
If this was your idea to begin with then I feel proud to have guessed correctly.)
