Bright Eyes
Angel who fell from grace
I remember the day Skye Clark fell. It was cold outside, the wind felt like tiny knives piercing my skin. The only thing that was remotely keeping me from hitting hypothermia was the delicious cigarette currently placed between my frozen lips. At this point in time I figured skipping math class was worth indulging in one of my favorite habits. Sitting outside on the stone steps, I was able to relax and enjoy the quiet. Needless to say high school was not the highlight of my life. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard two very loud and familiar voices coming from across the court yard.
“I don’t care what you say I’m not doing it!”
“Listen Skye I've made you, hell I built you from the ground up! So when I say jump little bitch, you need to ask how fucking high!”
“Listen Anna Claire, I don’t want to fuck Sebastian. I don’t like him at all. I know you like his friend Tommy, but I won’t help you get some stupid boy in your pants at the cost of me whoring myself out for you!”
This fight was getting interesting. When considering the fact that I hated both of these girls with every bone in my body. I was still rather happy with seeing Skye actually taking up for herself for once. For three years I just thought she was a mindless drone that followed Anna Claire around and did whatever she said to do. Skye Clark was a mystery to me. She was beautiful of course like every other cheerleader. But there was something different about her. I never had one conversation with her even though we had several classes together, including art. So I knew she could paint extremely well. I admit to looking over at her while she worked in art class. She always took her time, but she was graceful as a dancer the way she painted. It was as if she thought critically about every brush stroke she was making. This was probably the only reason why I would consider her a tad bit different from the other people in her clique. But she was off limits to someone like me. Her clique along with the football crew made my life a living hell. So hating them was part of my daily routine. But for some reason a part of me still didn't like seeing Skye cry.
“OK miss prissy, you will regret ever saying no to me! All your friends gone! All the parties and hangouts gone! Don’t come to cheer leading practice, and don’t you dare call any of the other girls. As of right now your life is over!” Anna Claire had a sick smile on her face. She turned and walked away, and from the way she had her hands on her hips, and her chin stuck out, you could tell she thought she was the hottest shit, and could tare anyone down.
My cigarette had finally given me the amount of nicotine that my body was so desperately craving. I was about to walk away from my favorite hiding spot when I looked over and seen Skye slumped on the ground. Her back was against the side of the building. She looked like a fallen angel, her black hair cascaded down her back, her face was covered by her hands, and you could hear her soft moans as she cried. That’s when I noticed she didn't have a coat on. I knew what I was about to do even though my whole body was screaming at me to go other direction. I zipped up my jacket a little more to help shield me from the piercing wind. I walked over to Skye and kneeled down and placed my hand on her cold shoulder I whispered “Skye you can’t stay out here in this weather, you’ll freeze to death.” That’s when she looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes connecting with mine.
“Who would have ever thought Gerard way would come to my rescue.” She laughed as she said this. A smirk came across my lips. I stood up and offered her my hand to help her up. She gentle took it, that’s when I noticed just how small and perfect her hands were, and how beautifully they fit in my hands. I shook my head to get that thought out of my head. I directed Skye towards my car, and made her sit in the passenger seat. I grabbed my other leather jacket from the backseat and gave it to Skye so she could put it on and hopefully I was able to rescue her before she came down with something from being out in the cold.
“Gerard, why are you being so nice to me? We don’t even know each other at all. Wait, how long was you outside?” Skye turned in her seat and looked at me searching my face for the answers to her questions.
“I saw and heard everything, and you didn't deserve that, any of that. And you were freezing to death and I couldn't just leave you like that. So now we are going to go to my house and warm up and I can take you home or you can talk to me and tell me all about what’s going on.”
She nodded her head silently, I could feel her sadness, it was deep and heavy, and I felt bad. I had hated her for so many years, wishing that her whole clique would just fall down a hole somewhere and never return. But looking at Skye now, I could see I had misjudged her, there was so much more, and I was only scratching the surface. Just who are you Skye Clark?
We arrived at my house a few minutes later, both my parents were gone to work which I was extremely thankful for. I didn't want to hear about how skipping school wasn't good for me for the 3rd time this month. I guided Skye as gentle as I could have into my house, and sat her down on my couch. I grabbed the throw cover on her trying to warm her up the best way that I could. That’s when I noticed I was treating her like she was a fragile child, which at the moment was partly true. Her big blue eyes were blood shot, and her nose that was covered in just a sprinkle of freckles was crinkled up and her lips were set in a frown. She looked at me and noticed I was staring at her; she looked at me and smiled. That’s when I felt a very unfamiliar flutter in my stomach, I ignored it the best that I could.
“Sorry I’m not trying to stare; I’m just worried about you. From the conversation or rather argument that I heard it doesn't sound like things are so great right now, and for some reason seeing you cry was just too much for me, hence the rescue.” I smiled at her, trying to ease the situation and hopefully helping her to relax.
“I just wish you hadn't heard that argument, I have been trying for so many years to make other people happy, and I just can’t do it anymore. Anna Claire is a spoiled princess, who has everything she’s ever wanted, and she expects me to everything she commands with no questions. I guess her last order was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I wasn’t about to screw some guy I didn’t even know. And now everything that I’ve worked so hard for is just gone.” She began to weep softly in her hands. I sat down as closely as I could next her and placed my hand underneath her chin making her look up at me.
“Skye I won’t pretend that I can help solve all your problems, and I won’t pretend to know exactly who you are because I sure as hell don’t. But from what I’ve observed you’re not just another plastic, you’re an actual person, with from what I can tell an extremely creative personality. Those girls and that group were holding you back. And I know to you I might not be a somebody, but I’m sure as hell not a nobody. And Anna Claire can bark orders at whoever she likes, but guess what you don’t have to listen, and you can choose to ignore her. It’s already January in our senior year of high school. You can either let her ruin this for you, or you can actually enjoy yourself, it’s your decision.”
I could see Skye taking a deep breath and she just looked at me and smiled. That’s when she did the most surprising and shocking thing that I would have never thought would happen in a thousand years, Skye Clark hugged me. It wasn’t just a little hug but it felt as if she was hugging me with everything she had. I didn’t respond at first because I didn’t know how to, but arms soon reacted and they went around her waist. She buried her head in my neck making my whole body shiver, and then she whispered in my ear.
“Who would of though Gerard way would have been my hero?”
“I don’t care what you say I’m not doing it!”
“Listen Skye I've made you, hell I built you from the ground up! So when I say jump little bitch, you need to ask how fucking high!”
“Listen Anna Claire, I don’t want to fuck Sebastian. I don’t like him at all. I know you like his friend Tommy, but I won’t help you get some stupid boy in your pants at the cost of me whoring myself out for you!”
This fight was getting interesting. When considering the fact that I hated both of these girls with every bone in my body. I was still rather happy with seeing Skye actually taking up for herself for once. For three years I just thought she was a mindless drone that followed Anna Claire around and did whatever she said to do. Skye Clark was a mystery to me. She was beautiful of course like every other cheerleader. But there was something different about her. I never had one conversation with her even though we had several classes together, including art. So I knew she could paint extremely well. I admit to looking over at her while she worked in art class. She always took her time, but she was graceful as a dancer the way she painted. It was as if she thought critically about every brush stroke she was making. This was probably the only reason why I would consider her a tad bit different from the other people in her clique. But she was off limits to someone like me. Her clique along with the football crew made my life a living hell. So hating them was part of my daily routine. But for some reason a part of me still didn't like seeing Skye cry.
“OK miss prissy, you will regret ever saying no to me! All your friends gone! All the parties and hangouts gone! Don’t come to cheer leading practice, and don’t you dare call any of the other girls. As of right now your life is over!” Anna Claire had a sick smile on her face. She turned and walked away, and from the way she had her hands on her hips, and her chin stuck out, you could tell she thought she was the hottest shit, and could tare anyone down.
My cigarette had finally given me the amount of nicotine that my body was so desperately craving. I was about to walk away from my favorite hiding spot when I looked over and seen Skye slumped on the ground. Her back was against the side of the building. She looked like a fallen angel, her black hair cascaded down her back, her face was covered by her hands, and you could hear her soft moans as she cried. That’s when I noticed she didn't have a coat on. I knew what I was about to do even though my whole body was screaming at me to go other direction. I zipped up my jacket a little more to help shield me from the piercing wind. I walked over to Skye and kneeled down and placed my hand on her cold shoulder I whispered “Skye you can’t stay out here in this weather, you’ll freeze to death.” That’s when she looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes connecting with mine.
“Who would have ever thought Gerard way would come to my rescue.” She laughed as she said this. A smirk came across my lips. I stood up and offered her my hand to help her up. She gentle took it, that’s when I noticed just how small and perfect her hands were, and how beautifully they fit in my hands. I shook my head to get that thought out of my head. I directed Skye towards my car, and made her sit in the passenger seat. I grabbed my other leather jacket from the backseat and gave it to Skye so she could put it on and hopefully I was able to rescue her before she came down with something from being out in the cold.
“Gerard, why are you being so nice to me? We don’t even know each other at all. Wait, how long was you outside?” Skye turned in her seat and looked at me searching my face for the answers to her questions.
“I saw and heard everything, and you didn't deserve that, any of that. And you were freezing to death and I couldn't just leave you like that. So now we are going to go to my house and warm up and I can take you home or you can talk to me and tell me all about what’s going on.”
She nodded her head silently, I could feel her sadness, it was deep and heavy, and I felt bad. I had hated her for so many years, wishing that her whole clique would just fall down a hole somewhere and never return. But looking at Skye now, I could see I had misjudged her, there was so much more, and I was only scratching the surface. Just who are you Skye Clark?
We arrived at my house a few minutes later, both my parents were gone to work which I was extremely thankful for. I didn't want to hear about how skipping school wasn't good for me for the 3rd time this month. I guided Skye as gentle as I could have into my house, and sat her down on my couch. I grabbed the throw cover on her trying to warm her up the best way that I could. That’s when I noticed I was treating her like she was a fragile child, which at the moment was partly true. Her big blue eyes were blood shot, and her nose that was covered in just a sprinkle of freckles was crinkled up and her lips were set in a frown. She looked at me and noticed I was staring at her; she looked at me and smiled. That’s when I felt a very unfamiliar flutter in my stomach, I ignored it the best that I could.
“Sorry I’m not trying to stare; I’m just worried about you. From the conversation or rather argument that I heard it doesn't sound like things are so great right now, and for some reason seeing you cry was just too much for me, hence the rescue.” I smiled at her, trying to ease the situation and hopefully helping her to relax.
“I just wish you hadn't heard that argument, I have been trying for so many years to make other people happy, and I just can’t do it anymore. Anna Claire is a spoiled princess, who has everything she’s ever wanted, and she expects me to everything she commands with no questions. I guess her last order was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I wasn’t about to screw some guy I didn’t even know. And now everything that I’ve worked so hard for is just gone.” She began to weep softly in her hands. I sat down as closely as I could next her and placed my hand underneath her chin making her look up at me.
“Skye I won’t pretend that I can help solve all your problems, and I won’t pretend to know exactly who you are because I sure as hell don’t. But from what I’ve observed you’re not just another plastic, you’re an actual person, with from what I can tell an extremely creative personality. Those girls and that group were holding you back. And I know to you I might not be a somebody, but I’m sure as hell not a nobody. And Anna Claire can bark orders at whoever she likes, but guess what you don’t have to listen, and you can choose to ignore her. It’s already January in our senior year of high school. You can either let her ruin this for you, or you can actually enjoy yourself, it’s your decision.”
I could see Skye taking a deep breath and she just looked at me and smiled. That’s when she did the most surprising and shocking thing that I would have never thought would happen in a thousand years, Skye Clark hugged me. It wasn’t just a little hug but it felt as if she was hugging me with everything she had. I didn’t respond at first because I didn’t know how to, but arms soon reacted and they went around her waist. She buried her head in my neck making my whole body shiver, and then she whispered in my ear.
“Who would of though Gerard way would have been my hero?”
11/20/13