Post by sethsinn on Mar 10, 2006 4:26:51 GMT -5
Build a bridge to your mind
Takes me there every time
Lay it all on the line
If there's a way
Build a bridge, make a path
Overlook the aftermath
Make my tears be your bath
If there's a way.
Only if you'll take a ride
Go with me to the other side…
Takes me there every time
Lay it all on the line
If there's a way
Build a bridge, make a path
Overlook the aftermath
Make my tears be your bath
If there's a way.
Only if you'll take a ride
Go with me to the other side…
Three bridges rest in your physical form. A bridge to your heart is the first, a bridge to your soul second, and a bridge to your mind as the third. When someone crosses the bridge to your heart, they either become loved or hated. When they cross the one to your soul, you’re either touched by their presence or depressed by their words. And when they cross the bridge to your mind, they either influence you or crush you. Most people never realize when one of these bridges are being crossed until the effects after take their toll. And sometimes it’s too late when you look back and see your bridges are being burned. Sometimes the fire spreads so bad that nothing but ashes is left behind, and that person can never recover from the pain that they have been put through. This is the story for most everyone these days, putting their lives on the line just to be burned. Putting their hearts on the line just to be tore into. To those people who have been through this, I salute you for standing strong. For standing tall.
A crow sings upon the very last post of a white picket fence. Surprisingly, the white clouds eliminate the blackest of skies on the very outskirts of Charlotte. The house behind the crow is white, but in several ways it is in the process of decaying and being broken. Seth runs his hands across the top of the fence, making the crow leave and perch in a large oak tree nearby. As Seth gets to the end of the fence, he stops and looks up at the crow, under the large oak tree. A memory hits his mind, and he watches it as if it was set right before him. It was him and Christine, sitting under the old oak tree in the summertime. An old story made up hundreds of times, but this one is different. This one Seth can call his own.
Seth- Christine, can I ask you a simple question?
Christine- Sure, go right ahead Seth.
Seth- Actually, this is a kind of a big question.
Christine- Ok.
Seth- I know we have been friends for a long time. Since we were little children arguing about little blocks and who gets to color what picture.
Christine- Seth, look at me. Just ask me if I want to go to the movies on Friday night.
Seth- Umm, Do you want to go to the movies with me on Friday night?
Christine- I would love to Seth. And now, this is the part where you kiss me.
Seth watches in the distance as he kisses Christine for the first time, and knowing that for the rest of his life he wanted to be with that one girl. As they curl up beside each other in the grass, the vision vanishes just as quickly as it had appeared. He turns and looks up at the long porch, where they played as little kids. God, just to think. Seth played on this very porch with Christine. He could have been no older then five, and didn’t even know what lay ahead. All he cared about then was the next place to hide or the next cartoon to watch. Little did he know that his love was right there, two feet from him. Seth didn’t even know what love was back then, so did it even matter? Seth steps up one step, two steps, but the third on was the clincher. He has been this close before, but has never taken that third step. He steps up the third step and quickly walks to the door, not wanting to be a coward and turn back around. He places his hands on the door knob, and as he does, everything starts to change. It feels like he is being whipped into a time warp, wind rushes past him, pressing on his face nearly knocking him clean over. He looks back around and sees that everything has changed. The grass is no longer long and dead, but freshly cut and pure green. The white picket fence is only half way completed, the paint can setting next to it. Can this be the same place? No, it can’t be. Seth turns and sees the house is just the way it was the first time he saw it some fifteen years ago. White house with blue shutters, the porch circling the entire length of the house. The red barn off to the side still stands, but how can that be when Seth was one of the people who helped destroy it a few years back? This is just way too strange, and as Seth turns the door knob he expects it to be locked but it swings free into a completely clean and furnished house. He steps in, looking into the living room where Marie Townsend, Christine’s mother sits. But Marie, she died right after Christine due to heart failure!
Seth- Marie? What the hell are you doing here?
She doesn’t even move an inch, she keeps her eyes on the TV screen as if no one has even entered the room. Days of Our lives is blaring through the living room as Seth steps in front of the TV, making sure to be in the sight of Marie.
Seth- Marie, can you hear me? Marie?
Is she deaf and blind at the same time? Or is this like the movies when someone goes completely nuts and their mind puts themselves in the past and they can do nothing to stop it? Seth goes and touches Marie on the cheek softly. He can feel her warm skin on his fingertips. He can hear the clock ticking in the background and he can even smell the freshly baked pies sitting in the kitchen. If he could feel them, can they in return? She brushes her cheek, making Seth jump back not knowing what she was going to do.
Marie- James, do you feel a draft coming in from somewhere?
She did! She felt Seth’s touch! But wait, James is alive too? Didn’t he die as well, just about a year and a half back? He can still remember throwing the rose into the grave and seeing them throw the first shovel of dirt into his eternal resting place. But sure enough, he walks into the room, glasses still resting on the bridge of his nose and newspaper in hand. No doubt he was sitting at the dining room table reading the sports page, just like he did every day right after supper.
James- No dear, I don’t feel anything.
Marie- Is the dining room window open?
James- No, I shut it no more then an hour ago right before we sat down for supper.
Marie- That’s strange, I swear I felt something.
So they can feel him, but they cannot see nor hear Seth? This is very strange, too strange for Seth to comprehend. Another vision hits, Christine and him sitting on the same couch that is set before him. He is holding her ever so gently, both are watching a movie. A garbage can rests next to them, and you can see it in Christine’s face that she is not feeling quite well.
Christine- You don’t know how much this means to me Seth.
Seth- It’s OK Christine, just try and rest. Try and close your eyes for a few and get some sleep. That might help you out.
Christine- But I want to be up with you.
Seth- You are with me, I’m not going anywhere. I will NEVER go anywhere else but by your side.
Christine- I love you so much Seth.
Seth- I love you too, now close your eyes and relax.
The vision fades and he once again sees Marie and James in the room talking about the strange breeze. Seth moves past James and into the large dining room, the oak wooden table where Seth ate so many dinners and joked so many times with James about the stupid political things going on in the world. Then he passes into the kitchen, where Christine and he spent many midnights eating ice cream and talking about the future. Their future. Kids, houses, jobs, cars, careers, the works. They had their perfect life planned out to the “T” and it was all taken away with one fatal swoop. But just as he thinks about it, he sees it. Christine has her head buried into the freezer as Seth sits on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Christine- So what do you want? Rocky Road or Chocolate Moose?
Seth- You got anything that doesn’t suck?
Christine- Plain Vanilla?
Seth- God, just give me a soda will you?
Christine brings out the Vanilla ice cream for her and grabs a soda out of the fridge for him. She sets the soda down in front of him, and grabs a spoon off of the counter. She starts to eat the ice cream, and as she takes a bite she notices that Seth hasn’t even touched his soda. Actually, he hasn’t even taken his eyes off of her. She looks at him, and Seth gives her a smile, a twinkle in his eye as he does.
Christine- What the fuck are you looking at?
Seth- Nothing.
Christine- No, really. What are you staring at? Do I have something hanging from my nose?
Seth- I’m looking at my world. Looking at my future and the only girl that can ever keep me sane and happy.
Christine- Nice line, what movie did you get that from?
Seth- Shut up!
Seth gives her another smile and opens up his can of Pepsi, ignoring the last line she said. He takes a sip, never releasing the smile that he has never seen since the day she died. She pokes him in the side, clearly knowing what the reaction would be. Pepsi goes spraying everywhere, and both start to laugh out loud. The vision fades once again with her laugh ringing in Seth’s ears. He wants to get over this, he needs to go through this. But he doesn’t want to, he wants to stay in this realm forever. He walks through the kitchen, the wooden floors below him not creaking like they usually did. He walks through the hall outside of the kitchen, looking into the family photos hanging on the walls. He sees Christine in every one of them, but is distracted when little Nicky comes running down the halls and sliding into the kitchen.
James- Nicolas, stop running in the house please!
Nicky- Sorry Daddy. When is Seth and Christine coming home?
She’s coming home? SHE is coming HOME! It’s like a dream come true, Seth will finally be able to tell her one last time that he loves her, finally be able to kiss her lips and feel her worm touch! But like a hard slap in the face, reality steps in. Seth cannot be seen nor heard. His heart that was racing now slumps down into the pits of his stomach, but he refuses to be invisible to her eyes. Somehow, someway he HAS to be able to communicate. He walks up the stairs that are placed at the end of the hall, and as he gets to the top he walks forward, three doors to the right and he would be there. He would be in Christine’s room, but could he even manage to go in there knowing what would lie ahead?
Seth- Swallow it down, and turn the door knob. You can do this Seth.
It feels like a knife has been stabbed into Seth’s chest and a hand has a tight grip around his throat. His shaking hand reaches out and slightly grabs onto the doorknob, and as he turns it, it swings forward faster then anything. He steps into the room, the pink walls glowing in the sunlight. He walks over to the window, and looks outside seeing the sparkling blue pond outside. He hears footsteps coming up the stairs, two sets of them actually! He turns around to see Christine and himself bursting through the door, holding each others hands and laughing as Seth shuts the door behind him.
Christine- Will you stay with me tonight? Please, oh pretty please?
Seth- Christine, you should know by now that I can’t. I have early work tomorrow, and I HAVE to be there.
Christine- But please, my parents are going to be gone for the entire weekend, and I don’t want to be here by myself!
Seth- I’ll be here after work tomorrow, you won’t be alone for long.
Christine- Fine, GO then! You just don’t love me anymore! Go!
Seth- Shut up, I’ll call you tomorrow morning.
Christine- OK, I love you.
Seth- Love you too.
Seth kisses Christine on the cheek as he walks out the door. Little did he know that it would be the last time he ever saw her blue eyes, ever kissed her sweet cheeks, or said those three words that meant so much to him. Seth watches her as she sits down on her bed, he wants to walk over to her and just kiss her endlessly, but he can’t. He’s stunned to the spot, but he manages to get enough strength to walk forward one step, two, and the third puts his up next to the bed. She stands up and walks over to the closet.
Seth- Baby?
She cannot hear him, she opens up the closet door and throws her jacket on a hanger. Seth manages to get the strength to walk up closer to her. He reaches out to touch her, his breath is taken away as she disappears.
Seth- NO! Damn it NO!
He’s thrown back into a time warp, the wind pressing against his face once again, this time knocking him cleanly on his ass. Time stops, and he finds himself lying down in her room looking up at the ceiling. But the sunshine is no longer shining, but nighttime has set. He stands up, his legs feeling like jelly as he stairs at the open closet. He turns around and sees Christine lying on her bed, bleeding. A man steps through the doorway out of the room, closing the door behind him. Seth runs and grabs onto the handle with every attention of snapping this guy’s neck for what he has done, but the door won’t budge. He cannot get through to kill the rapist, the pervert, the one man Seth would kill without hesitation. He turns around and looks at Christine but looks away, he cannot stand to see that blue sparkle in her eyes gone, her white smile now blood red. She breaths heavily, choking on her own blood. How can that man do this? How can he? Seth runs over to the window and sees the man walking down the street. Seth punches the glass, completely shattering it. But as soon as he goes to jump out the window, it repairs itself and another window is set in its place, not allowing Seth to exit the room. Christine chokes behind him, and he crouches next to the bed completely forgetting about the man.
Seth- Baby, I am so sorry. I should have stayed I never wanted to loose you!
Seth tries to choke back the tears but it’s a struggle he cannot win. He grabs onto her hand ever so gently, and she looks over at him, and he sees the blue sparkle re-immerge. She can see him!
Christine- Seth… Is that… you?
Seth- Yeah baby, it’s me. I’m here.
Christine- You’re… older…
Seth- Don’t worry about that right now, keep breathing. I’m going to get you out of here.
Christine- Don’t bother… It’s too late…
Seth- No, I refuse to believe that.
Christine- Seth…
Seth looks deeply into her eyes, as the blue sparkle starts to fade he can see the pain she is going through. She starts to choke as blood starts to seep from her mouth. Seth quickly wipes it away, not wanting to see Christine like this. She chokes on the blood once more.
Christine- …I love you…
She lays her head back, she closes her eyes and she takes her last breath. Seth keeps a hold of her hand, tears now heavily flowing down his face. He wipes them away, and replies in no more then a whisper…
Seth- … I love you too…
He lays his head down on her chest, hoping to hear her strong heart beat thud. But nothing. She’s gone and there is nothing he can do about it. He reaches up and brushes her hair out of her eyes, and he cleans the blood off from her face.
Seth- Come back to me…
He leans up and kisses her on the forehead, and at that exact moment he feels a hand being placed upon his shoulder and once again he is pulled into a time warp. The wind starts to tare away at the room, papers start to fly everywhere. And as he vanishes from the room, he keeps his eyes on Christine, not wanting to see the very last of her. He closes his eyes, and as he opens them he realizes he is back at the entrance of the house, his hand still clenched onto the door knob. But the hand that he recently felt is still rested on his shoulders. He turns around and stairs right into the eyes of Devon Drake.
Devon- What are you doing here Seth?
Seth says nothing, but just keeps staring into the eyes of Devon. She looks at him dazed and confused.
Devon- Seth, we have to go. Something has happened with Lantlas.
Seth still says nothing, but walks right past her and over to his car. He takes one last look at the house, and as he looks up at Christine’s window, he swears that he could see her beautiful face looking down upon him. He opens up the door and right before he steps in he says one last thing.
Seth- I love you. Wait for me.
He slips into the seat and closes the door, leaving Devon up on the porch. He is taken to a place, standing on a bridge in the clouds. He looks around him, and in the distance in front of him he sees Christine. She waves at him and smiles. She walks through pearly white gates onto golden streets. Maybe now Seth can be fully at peace, knowing that her bridges were not burned. [/size]