Going in to NaNoWriMo

Since I just realized I ran out of scheduled posts and I haven’t posted anything for 4 days, I’m going to go ahead and start a brief NaNoWriMo series for the month of November.

I will also be posting all of my #SmoreWords and #LGBTRelease stuff here too since I haven’t yet and maybe I’ll finally get my #Rhinvoverse case studies underway and post the rest of my Avengers LTs here.

The world may never know 🤷.

After this I’ll do a quick Halloween post and then see what all I get done.

But, I digress.

Tomorrow is NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don’t know what NaNoWriMo is, it’s short for “Everyone who writes is about to be real agitated and on edge for the entire month of November which is definitely not going to mesh well with No Fap November and No Shave November, so I guess November is just going to be a giant hell month and there’s nothing any of us can do”, Or “National Novel Writing Month”.

I’ve been doing NaNoWriMo for the past 5 years or so and I’ve won it for the past 3, so I’m trying to keep that streak alive this year by writing my first YA novel called Don’t @ Me.

I’ll talk more about Don’t @ Me tomorrow (I’ve got a full list of blog prompts I just came up with for NaNoWriMo, so expect more from me tomorrow if I can get off my ass and actually post stuff.

So, going into NaNoWriMo I have a list of things I’ve done to prepare.

  1. Loose outline. Now, I normally do a heavier outline for my books, but I figured I’d try something different. I only have a loose idea of what I want this story to do and where I want it to go.
  2. Friends to write with. I only have a few people who I know will stay by my side every step of the way. My best friend Lisa and a few of the people I’m friends with on NaNoWriMo, but it’s better not to do it alone.
  3. Patience and Understanding. I might not finish this year. I’ve got a lot going on and tons of projects going at the same time. So there’s a good chance I might not be able to do this. I’m sure as hell gonna try though.

That being said, I still feel completely unprepared. Only time will tell if I’m going to make it through National Novel Writing Month.

If you guys want to track my progress or become friends with me, you can find me on NaNoWriMo at Gin-Keros.

i can’t without you

I’m laying here awake
Naked
Skin soft and supple
Lips wet
Fingers on your chest
Cheek against your shoulder
Ripe
Sweet
Open
And you’re checking your phone
For things that will never be
While I’m here next to you
Ready to be plucked from the stem
Heart racing
Heated
And pleading
But you
You’re too far gone
No matter how many nights you hold me
Beg me not to go
Smooth my hair over my shoulders
Kiss my forehead
Placate my whimpering trembling body
You’re never you
Not anymore
You’re just a shell
Hunched over your phone
Next to the
Sweetest fruit you’d ever eat
Escaping to the things that bitterness is made of
Just to pretend to feel whole again
Like you never will
Without me. 

miracles

I’m standing here
bathed in the light from the hallway
still waiting for you to come back
to say thank you
to love me again like you used to
but deep down I know you’re never coming back
because you’re angry and I’m angry too
because I hate you and you hate me too
because there’s nothing we could’ve done
but just waited for each other
and you’ve moved on
but I’m still stuck here
like a ghost
loving you
and you’re out there searching for other things
and still missing the point
of someone so devoted they would stand here
door open, hands at their sides
waiting for a miracle
but maybe miracles don’t exist
outside of fairy tales. 

convenience

Enveloped in your arms
cheek pressed to the soft flesh of your chest
listening to your words come softly
the words that tell me
“this isn’t love”
then what is it?
What are these caresses
declarations
sexual encounters
“convenience”?
And I’m used up
bitter and cut off from the world
because I love you more than anything
because I dared to love someone like you
more than life itself
and my reward
is forever remembering you 

5 years in 5 months

She awoke with a fragile heart, lashes fluttering in the darkness, bleary and still sleep-eyed.  Her chest felt hollow, broken, and fragile in so many ways.  Her tongue dry, throat raw, eyes burning with the sting of so many tears.  She slid out of the bed, placing her feet on the hardwood floor, swaying some before catching her balance.

Her body felt heavy, as if she were covered with a lead apron as she walked to her bedroom door.  Everything around her seemed to move slowly and almost backward.  If only time really could move backwards.

Her heart throbbed in her chest, broken.  A constant reminder of the night’s events.  A reminder that she would rather be dead then opening her bedroom door and heading to the bathroom to begin her normal morning routine.  Nothing felt normal anymore.  It all felt as if it were upside down, as if she were walking on the ceiling, weighted to it by agony and despair.

She opened the shower curtain, turning the water on and trying to ignore the burning, aching feeling in her chest.  She had so much to do today, so many things that she didn’t even want to start.  Work, school, volunteer work, meetings, friends…friends.  Her heart ached in her chest and tears sprung in her eyes.  She clutched at the fabric of her shirt and whimpered.

Friends.  The word played in her head as a harsh whisper, over and over again.  Her heart pounded and bile rose up in her throat, constricting, choking.

Five months had passed.  Five whole months and she still held onto the idea, the fantasy, the lies he fed her.  Since June she had thought they were still in love.  Truly, madly, deeply because that was how he lead her.  But by September she knew that love wasn’t real.  Five years of love still inhabited her heart, pouring out in beautiful words and promises that he ignored.

Yet, he still lied to her until September.  He still used her, manipulated her into being so broken she went to someone unlikely for comfort, companionship, friendship.  And she found it in one night of desperation.  A 41 minute phone call full of tears and hiccups and apologies.

But she still loved him, without conditions and freely.  His lies, manipulations, and broken promises didn’t change what was in her heart as much as she needed it to.  How could she possibly love someone who lied, cheated and left her broken in so many different ways.  Apparently, just to make her happy and keep her begging, loneliness and childishness at bay.  Hidden behind his comfort and humanity.

“I was just doing you a favor,” he whispers, so harsh he’s almost spitting it, “I don’t love you.”

And she falls again, cutting deep and broken standing beneath the hot water of she shower.  She tries to shake the feeling, rising in her stomach, her chest, from her lips, but it escapes in five damned words.

“I will always love you.”

Pompeii: Chapter 2 (This is my most viewed fic on AO3)

Pompeii

Summary: There’s something very wrong with Pompeii and it isn’t just accurate predictions.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who

Notes: I know it took a long time to update, but I post blurbs once a week on my blog so if you really wanted to keep up with it you could read it there. Keroseneandgin WordPress.

Part XII – Twelve

He wasn’t quite sure how Rose Tyler ended up in this previous self’s TARDIS. He knew for fact what happened between them and what happened to Donna and obviously Rose looked way too young to have been in the time line where he had seen her again after Bad Wolf Bay. So, of course, he needed answers.

How could Rose possibly have been in Pompeii if not with his younger self and Donna? And how could she not even recognize his younger self? That was the most intriguing part of this. Because he knew how he was in his pin striped form and he would have never brought Donna to a place where another of his incarnations would have been. He swore he’d never do that again since Rose tried to bring about the end of the world in the late ’80s.

Of course he had later on when he had gone quite mad in his most recent form. Which led to quite a few interesting occurrences. The most interesting of which had been with River Song. He sighed at that thought. River Song had been a brilliant woman and she always knew what would happen next. He had been so lost without her for so many years after her death. He had been lost without Rose too.

He followed them from a distance, keeping to the shadows and watching as his younger self and Donna tried to talk to Rose. Of course, he had royally cocked that up and sent Rose running off into the middle of the night again, but they had to fix this somehow didn’t they? After all, he was still here and he could still remember Rose standing on that beach looking beautiful and his hearts aching when she kissed his clone.

That was one of the hardest things he had done. Giving Rose Tyler up to, well, himself on that beach so long ago. But without a doubt in his mind he knew even now she was happy. Or at least she would be as soon as he figured out how to get her out of Pompeii before they all died.

Part XIII – The Beach

Rose searched frantically for where The Doctor had parked his TARDIS earlier that day, but it was so dark she couldn’t see anything. She searched the pockets of her jacket to try and find a torch but to no avail. When it got too dark to see her hands in front of her face she turned around.

By now she knew her Doctor would be searching for her in the city and would undoubtedly be angry she had been gone so long. Especially considering the tremors from the volcano she had been feeling throughout the day.

The people of Pompeii were terrified in those few moments but seemed oblivious to the tremors afterword. As if someone had been reassuring them nothing bad would come of it. She knew it would only get worse. Until the people of Pompeii all died. Unable to be saved, even for The Doctor.

“Doctor?” she called out in the semi-lit streets of the bazaar. A few people stared at her. It was getting late and she knew she would have to find somewhere to stay soon if she wanted to get some rest. And since she couldn’t find her Doctor’s TARDIS the only other place she could think to stay was where she had met Donna and…she swallowed hard at the thought…The Doctor.

She couldn’t remember the way back to the house she had escaped the wrong TARDIS at, much to her dismay. So she wandered around for awhile, calling out to The Doctor (hoping at least one of them would show up) until her voice was hoarse and she was very nearly at the end of her rope.

She sobbed softly and sank to the ground next to an unfamiliar house behind some wooden crates. That’s when she heard it. People screaming, running through the streets and loud trembling footsteps. It sounded like a giant. Was volcano day happening already?

She stood to her feet quickly as the footsteps grew closer. She could barely make out the voices as she came from behind the crates to see what the commotion was. She didn’t even have time to process the situation when someone grabbed her hand, lacing fingers with hers and whispered loudly, “Run“.

And she did.

Part XIV – “Run”

He remembered doing this with her once before. Not quite with the same hand, but at least on the very same side of him. He lost that hand after his regeneration fighting the sycorax. It had been his favorite hand then, but this hand was becoming a very favorite of his now.

She held onto him tightly but didn’t even glance at him once. She kept her eyes trained forward so she wouldn’t trip and fall over the various obstacles in their way. He hoped that in every regeneration he had her hand would still fit perfectly in his.

The “monster” behind them, which was actually an “alien” called a Pyrovile was gaining on them. He heard Donna shout next to him, threatening to murder him in cold blood once they were finally safe again. He smiled, glancing over at her and then back at his Rose. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy.

Rose was smiling and laughing in-between breaths as they ran, the creature still gaining. He had almost forgotten how much she loved the dangerous bits of being with him. He felt his hearts warm and he smiled widely as they rounded the corner, creature crashing behind them.

“Get down!” He heard Quintus shout, throwing a bucket of water over their heads and onto the creature. It screamed and fell to the ground with a loud thump.

“Guess you can kill me then, Donna,” The Doctor said with a laugh, turning to his red headed companion only to realize she wasn’t there.

“Donna?” He asked, searching around frantically and tugging Rose along with him, not willing to let go of his pink and yellow human.

How long had she been missing?

Part XV – He Loves a Red Head, Our Doctor

“What the–” The red headed companion, Donna practically shrieked when Amy forced her into the “lair” of The Sisterhood. Amy bit her lip and stared at Donna. This was another one of his companions, another red headed companion. She wasn’t really sure how she felt about this. The Doctor didn’t talk about his past very much, but she found herself more than just a little jealous. And when was he going to tell her that his last self was so bloody hot? Especially for an older man. Well, not that much older than she was now…or he didn’t look that much older anyhow. She smirked to herself and licked her lips.

“Who the heck are you lot?” the red head asked, hands on her hips, bringing Amy’s attention away from the extremely attractive Doctor and back to reality, “If you think you can just kidnap me and not explain what the bloody hell is going on…” she continued, voice rising with every word. Amy sucked in a breath and grabbed her by the arm before anyone else could react and hauled her away from the watchful eyes of her sisters.

“Play along, okay?” Amy whispered harshly, trying to remain in character as much as possible, “I know about The Doctor.” Donna pulled away from her quickly and rolled her eyes.

“Of course you lot do,” she said, “I saw what your new seer did in that house, predicting the return of Rose. Givin’ him hope, then things go all pear shaped.”

“Rose?” Amy whispered, trying desperately to keep her voice down. Donna met her eyes and pursed her lips, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Rose,” she responded in a sassy tone, “you seers should already know about her, though. If any of you lot are worth anythin’.” Amy swallowed, and glanced at the other women in The Sisterhood. The rest of them seemed to understand, but she stood there, uncertain. She didn’t want them finding out she didn’t exactly belong, but this Donna was seriously getting close to blowing her cover. She needed to ask The Doctor about her and soon because she was not about to inhale those vapors and turn any more of herself into stone.

Part XVI – Rose Water

“Amy?” Rory answered before unceremoniously being flung to the ground of the TARDIS as The Doctor fiddled with something on the console. He let out a noise somewhere between a yelp and a frustrated yell as The Doctor shouted his apologies in the background.

“I need to talk to The Doctor,” Amy hissed immediately, voice barely above a whisper. Rory sighed.

“What no, ‘how are you doing Rory?’ or ‘I miss you’ or–” Amy growled.

“It’s an emergency, but I love you stupid face, now let me talk to The Doctor!” Rory smirked a little at the phone then before shouting to The Doctor that Amy was on the phone.

“Busy!” He shouted back, rushing around the console and checking the monitor.

“Amy says NOW ,” Rory said, using his best intimidation voice and tapping his foot impatiently. The Doctor glanced up from the console almost immediately and flipped a few levers before grabbing the phone from Rory.

“Hello, Pond,” The Doctor said brightly. Rory could hear slightly louder whisper-yelling coming from the phone as his wife admonished The Doctor for trying to put her off. He smirked and so did The Doctor as Amy very nearly tore him a new one.

Amy got quiet again, and Rory couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but he watched curiously. The Doctor’s smirk faded, his eyes got glassy and his face paled. Rory had only seen him like that a handful of times and he could feel his heart rate speed up. Amy was in trouble, he knew it. Amy was in trouble and they couldn’t even land the TARDIS to help her.

When The Doctor finally spoke again, after a long moment of tortured silence, Rory was sweating.

“Rose…” He whispered, moving his mouth as if it couldn’t quite fit around the word. Rory raised his eyebrows, of all the things he expected The Doctor to say, he wasn’t quite expecting that.

“Sh-she was…” He watched The Doctor swallow hard and heard Amy demand he speak quicker from the receiver. He swallowed again, moving the phone to his other ear and trying very hard not to meet Rory’s gaze.

“Rose was…a friend…she was like you and Rory she uh, she traveled with me a long time ago.” The Doctor paused as Amy asked something else.

“Donna…” he said softly, eyes glassy, “she traveled with me too.” Amy demanded he tell her why Rose was so important. He turned his back to Rory then, voice soft as he answered.

“She’s Rose,” he responded sounding almost heartbroken, “my Rose.”

Part XVII – I Wont Leave Her

“I don’t mean to alarm you, Doc,” Jack began, walking close behind him on the beach away from where they had parked the TARDIS, “but we’re running out of time, that volcano is going to blow tomorrow morning and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. We have mere hours to find Rose, figure out what’s wrong with the TARDIS and get out of here.”

“You don’t think I know that?” He asked grumpily, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, “The TARDIS wont budge and I can’t find Rose without her. We all might very well die here.” He turned and locked eyes with Jack in the darkness then.

“I know,” Jack said, acceptance in his tone.

“Good,” The Doctor replied solemnly, “because I wont leave her.” Jack smiled sadly at his statement and nodded even though The Doctor had already turned away from him.

“I wont either, Doc,” Jack whispered.

Part XVIII – Water Pistol

“Nobody here but us girls,” The Doctor said, looking pointedly at her and Donna to let her know now was the time to escape while he was distracting them. She watched him for a few more moments, not quite sure what happened to make him change, but knowing now wasn’t the time to question it. She grabbed Donna’s wrist then and tried to sneak out of the room, but one of the sisterhood caught her other hand.

She tried to yank it away, turning over her shoulder, ready to fight the woman off. But when she turned, the look on the woman’s face stopped her. She swallowed, letting go of Donna and staring at the woman’s sad expression.

“Rose Tyler,” she whispered softly before letting her eyes flick up to a very annoyed look on Donna’s face. The Doctor was still talking to the sisterhood, keeping their attention while she and Donna stood still, uncertain of what to do now they had been found out.

“Don’t you want to know how I know your name?” the woman whispered, same sad look on her face. She shook her head and let out a quiet breathy laugh.

“I’ve seen what you lot can do, thanks,” Rose said, finally freeing her hand from the woman’s tight grasp. This time the woman laughed softly.

“No,” She said, peeling back her shawl and showing them that she barely turned to stone, “I don’t have-” she made air quotes and Donna and Rose exchanged confused glances-“the sight.”

“Then how are you here?” She asked, gesturing at the sisterhood, “with them?” The woman sighed and shook her head, glancing back over at where things had begun to go a little pear shaped for The Doctor. The sisterhood was getting tired of his antics and it looked like something bad was about to happen.

“Later,” The woman said, fitting herself between Donna and Rose, “now we run.” She grabbed both their hands and they ran out of the room, sparing one last glance back at The Doctor, who defeated that creepy priestess with a water pistol.

She and Donna both laughed in awe, eyes meeting as they exclaimed, “I bloody love him!”

Part XIX – Nine

“Okay,” Rose said breathlessly when they stopped running just outside of the city where it met the beach, “tell us who you are.” Amy stared at the two women, lowering her hood and opening her mouth to speak just as the ground rumbled beneath them. The three women flailed a bit, nearly losing their balance.

When the tremor had passed, Amy opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another voice with a heavy Northern accent.

“Rose?” The voice asked, almost shocked. Rose turned towards the voice, breaking out into a huge grin, her tongue stuck between her teeth. Amy and Donna turned, narrowing their eyes at a man dressed in a letter jacket over a jumper followed closely by a very attractive looking man in a trench coat.

“Oh, Rose,” the man said, moving faster toward their group, arms stretched towards her. Donna spoke first.

“Oi!” She said loudly, effectively stopping the man in his tracks, “and just who do you think you are?” She stepped in front of Rose protectively and ignored her noise of protest. Amy smirked.

“Who are you?” The man answered back, so much sass in his tone Amy couldn’t stop her smirk from growing wider.

“I asked you first big ears,” Donna retorted, hands on his hips. The man behind him sniggered, earning a glare from the man in leather.

“Oh, big ears,” the man said sarcastically, gesturing wildly around him, “Haven’t heard that one before, your wit astounds me.” Donna snorted.

“Tell me,” Donna said, gesturing to the man’s ears, “can you fly with those things?” This time Rose giggled from behind Donna, trying hard to muffle the sound.

The man opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the man behind him in the trench coat.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” he said, stepping forward and taking Donna’s hand, “We don’t have time for a sass off,” he brought Donna’s knuckles to his lips, “Jack Harkness,” he said smoothly with a handsome grin.

“Oh stop it,” the other man said, exasperated. Donna grinned at him, ignoring the other man’s annoyed glare.

“Donna Noble,” she responded.

“That is a very lovely name, Donna Noble,” Jack said, wrinkling his nose a bit and staring down at her wrist before releasing her hand, “A bit out of the ordinary for Pompeii…” he trailed off, staring at her other arm as if he was looking for something.

“Doctor…” He said, voice tinged with worry. Amy glanced around then, looking for the man who she saw moments ago with the water pistol, but he wasn’t there.

“I know, Jack,” the man in leather responded, gazing at Donna with a neutral expression on his face. Amy’s eyes widened in realization just as her cell phone buzzed loudly against her hip.

to be continued

Secret Oblivion: Chapter 9 (I never liked long stories…I say, having written 8 novels)

Secret Oblivion

-Chapter Nine-

Disclaimer: I own not Harry Potter, but own I do the OC: Hannah Pettigrew. My friend owns the OC that will come along later. (OC used with permission)

Summary: When Hannah becomes a death eater she peers into her future to see what will become of her life. When she sees Sirius become hurt, she vows to never let that happen, but will she remember the images in time to save everyone? SB/OC SS/OC JP/LP

A/N: Time to try and fix a few things. I never intended her to go back to Sirius, so time to have a little fun.

– 0 –

“Your Eyes Open”

Hannah sighed, she had no intention of actually meeting Sirius, and she suspected it to be a trick, so she went back to Snape. She knocked on the door gently and Snape opened it.

“Hannah,” Snape said. He seemed a little surprised. She hugged him, and he invited her into the house.

“Sirius called me…” She said softly. Snape looked at her, expecting more of the story.

“And?” He asked pushing her on.

“He wanted…um to meet me he said he was sorry, but I don’t believe it Snape…” Snape gave her a reassuring smile and put his hand on her shoulder.

“So you came back here? Why?”

“I don’t believe him, I think it’s a trick…I don’t need that right now.”

“Why do you think it’s a trick?”

“He saw my mark Snape, I told you that!” Snape drew back from her.

“Hannah! Hannah no need to get angry…” Hannah let out a long drawn out sigh and stared at him. He could tell she was about to cry. He could see the tears shimmering on the brim of her eye it was like a dam was about to break on a defenseless city. His similes scared him.

“I’m not angry,” She said pathetically. The tears broke the dam and fell from her eyes. She shook with anger and Snape was afraid to touch her. He stood motionless as she tried in every attempt to stop her tears from falling. Snape didn’t dare utter a word; she had to settle this for herself. Her breathing got sharper, but he didn’t bother asking her if she was okay.

After awhile she stared up at Snape, tears were still falling, but hate had formed in her eyes. It was an unforgivable hate. She still shook with anger; it was magnifying the effect. He took an involuntary step back and gulped. He didn’t understand why he had to be afraid of her.

You don’t have to be afraid of her Snape,” His mind shot back at him. Oh yes he did. He wasn’t as strong as she was. Wait? Why did he think this? He had never gone up against Hannah in hand to hand combat! How did he know if she was stronger or if he was? Maybe she just was stronger than he was. Maybe there was never a doubt in his mind.

His mind started screaming at him to draw his wand, but he couldn’t, not on Hannah. She was his friend when no one else was. She made him smile when he was depressed. Needless to say, she had been his angel countless times.

“Hannah…” He spoke softly. She stared at him; the hatred was still present in her eyes. “Open your eyes Hannah…”

– 0 –

Sirius took a seat and looked out for Hannah for what seemed like decades. She wasn’t coming he was sure of it. Somehow he regretted calling. He didn’t want to have anything to do with a Death eater. Maybe he had been hard on her about that, but he had to be didn’t he? She had started following he-who-must-not-be-named. That was unforgivable wasn’t it?

“So, Mr. Black,” The bartender said. He sighed without looking up. He waved his hand, the bartender smiled. “You sure Mr. Black?”

“Yes, I’m sure. The regular is fine now just do your job.”

“Jeez, Mr. Black, you don’t have tah be so rude!” Sirius only rolled his eyes and went back to what he was doing.

Soon someone sat across from him; he looked up to see some random woman. She smiled at him. Her lips were painted a brilliant red and she was wearing some revealing clothing. Sirius raised his eyebrow and a laugh tickled his throat.

“The town whore I presume?” He asked curtly. She narrowed her eyes at him, but she still didn’t leave.

“I am not the town whore,” she protested weakly. Sirius rolled his eyes and tried to wave her off. She didn’t leave.

“Go, I’m waiting for someone!” He waved his hand seriously and she laughed, leaning across the table and placing her head in her hands.

“You’ve been waitin’ for her all night Mr. Black.”

“My, my, aren’t we little miss observant?” The woman rolled her eyes, but still stayed in the same position. Anyone who wasn’t Sirius could see she was trying to get him to look down her shirt. Sirius wasn’t interested. The woman raised her eyebrow and sighed.

“I guess so,” she said dully, drawing back off the table and sitting up straight in the chair. She stood and left, going back to the bar. Sirius was relieved to see her go. She was very bothersome. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, and the bartender brought him his drink. He sighed heavily, took a few sips then flung the money on the table and left. He couldn’t stand being there without Hannah. She had always made him laugh, since there first year at Hogwarts. Now everything just seemed so far away, they seemed worlds apart.

He laughed remembering one of their best times at Hogwarts…

It had been around Christmas time and neither him nor Hannah were going home that year. Since they were in different houses they usually had to sneak out to see each other. One night, Sirius took James, who has also stayed for the long break, and his invisibility cloak to see Hannah.

Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” James whispered harshly into Sirius’ ear.

Hannah is my friend,” Sirius protested firmly. James sighed and has been about to say more before they tripped on something.

Watch yourselves boys,” Hannah had told them with a smart wink. They both only laughed and took of the cloak. That night they had talked for hours on end about nothing in particular, but after James had fallen asleep in the grass on the grounds Hannah and Sirius had gotten closer to beat the cold. It was the first time he had slept next to her like that, and it was also the first time he kissed her.

He shook the memories from his head, got up and left. He sighed; he kept walking farther and farther into the wizarding world. Until he stood on a bridge and he looked out over the water. He sighed at its calmness and tried to shake Hannah’s face out of his mind. He couldn’t take this!

Soft drizzle started to fall from the sky, Sirius didn’t move at all. He liked the rain for the most part. He was kind of glad it wasn’t worse…yet. He sighed shaking his head again. He turned his face up to the sky as the rain started to fall harder. He smiled widely and laughed. Memories filled his mind again and he did nothing to stop them. Not like he could stop them anyway.

– 0 –

Snape put his hand on Hannah’s shoulder, but she shook it off and glared at him.

“Now, now Hannah…just listen…open your eyes.” She growled at him hatefully and made a move for her wand, he drew his and was about to shout something when Hannah stupefied him.

“Get used to feeling defenseless Snape,” Hannah said in a voice that was not her own. He let out a gasp. She had been taken over, but by whom? He watched her run off, thrusting her wand in her pocket. He silently prayed for the spell to wear off of him.

– 0 –

Well it’s a lonely road that you have chosen

Morning comes and you don’t want to know me anymore

And it’s a long time since your heart was frozen

Morning comes and you don’t want to know me anymore

For a moment your eyes open and you know

All the things I ever wanted you to know

I don’t know you, and I don’t want to

Till the moment your eyes open and you know

That it’s a lonely place that you have run to

Morning comes and you don’t want to know me anymore

And it’s a lonely end that you will come to

Morning comes and you don’t want to know me anymore

For a moment your eyes open and you know

All the things I ever wanted you to know

I don’t know you, and I don’t want to

Till the moment your eyes open and you know

For a moment your eyes open and you know

All the things I ever wanted you to know

I don’t know you, and I don’t want to

Till the moment your eyes open and you know

-Keane-Your eyes open—

– 0 –

A/N: Well that’s another lovely chapter! Look it’s Keane ohhhhh I love them. Next chapter will most likely be done to Watashi Wa then that will End secret oblivion awesome riiight? Good cause it’s just the first book. This is a story for a friend soo yeah . I never liked long stories. I never have time to write them . Meep! Anyway I have other things to do.


2019 Des talking now: This concludes Secret Oblivion. It was abandoned after this probably because of my short attention span. Or the fact that it was terrible and old me never edited ANYTHING. I dunno. There’s no outline so I literally don’t even know where this was supposed to go.