Sorry to disappoint you, all of my pervy readers who stepped inside this thread hoping to find a story to justify this title...

Nothing of that you pervs! :tsk:
Just a small, confused songfic.

*everybody leaves* :cry:

hey! Come baaaack!! :unsure:

Ok, if someone is still here, please feel free to tell me what you think of this....

Lyrics by the Cure, I do not own both them or Orlando Bloom.
But I do own this story and the character of Miki, my very first protagonist who's not a redhead! ;)2




Pornography

Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise

"No!"
The groan cuts my throat echoing in the darkness of the room. I spread my eyes open and I see I'm sitting on the bed, sweat pouring down my forehead.
"Love, it was just a nightmare." Miki's voice reaches me, together with her fresh hands. I fall down by her side again, panting and shivering, unable to release from the icy hand of fear.
"Orlando?" she questions again. "Look at me love!"
I turn and stare at her and for a moment my heart stops. It feels so odd to rest in my bed with her, desperate shipwrecked lovers... for a moment, it seems to me this bed is the only very place I belong to, an island I can hide in. She props on an elbow and her face lingers down on my eyes, her black hair falls to cover out faces like a hungry curtain. She comes closer and I fall into her eyes, diving frantically in those dark pools.

Her eyes closed before me, pale shadows of death dirt her complexion, blood shimmers on the ground...

A scream tears my clothes as the figures tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year

I quickly pull away from her, pushing her away with scared rudeness. Her face, her dead face on the ground!
"What's wrong with you?" she asks out loud, and I sense fear cracking her voice. Wrinkles of worried anticipation break the soft smoothness of her forehead. What's wrong with me? I don't know, I just don't know...

A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing

I leave the bed and start pacing up and down te room, running my hands through my hair. I just cannot look at her, I?m afraid of what I could see.
My heart beats crazily inside my chest. But why? What?s the meaning of this all?

"It's because of me isn't it?" Miki's melancholic voice humbly laps my ears. I turn and stare at her with wide eyes, terrified by the thought of seeing her again like this, dead and still in the middle of a silent street...
But instead nothing happens. She's sitting quietly on the bed, cross-legged, with only an oversize t-shirt to cover her beautiful body, that very body I'm getting addict to...
"Pardon?" I babble, confused.
She shoots me a sad look.
"It's all my fault, I know it. I've done something to you, that's why you're acting so strange lately."
She bites her bottom lip, her dark eyes wander around the room, touching everything but me, and I feel lost.
"No!" I plea under my breath. "You know it's not true!"

I've never been good at words. The only thing that comes to my mind when I think of her, is that she is just the best life could bring. From the moment I first saw her, my life changed, and the deep, hungry hole deep inside my soul eventually stopped aching.

I can lose myself in chinese art and american girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow

"Don't cool me." She whispers sadly rubbing uncomfortably her neck. "I guess time has come then..."
"What you mean?" I ask in a trembling tone. She scrolls her head, like she had talked to herself.
"Teenage trauma." She announces dully like it was a day of the week. "A thing I've always kept for myself. Now, if you were so kind to come to bed again and hold me in your arms I think I'll tell you."

Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while

Damn, she?s scaring me now! I wonder what it is that she wants to talk me of. I gnaw my bottom lip and I collapse on the bed again, pulling her closer, trying to ignore the intoxicating aroma of her hair. Whatever it is that she needs to tell me, it won?t give me a clue for my latest haunted nights, it won?t drag me out my mysery and fear? but hey, if she?ll find relief in me it would be enough.

I can never say no to anyone but you?

"...analyzed for years and years." Miki's voice drags me out my selfish reverie. "but eventually I managed to cope with this. But sometimes it comes back, this sensation of loss, this feeling that I won?t ever feel complete again..."
To my great horror, warm tears wet my chest as she hides her burning eyes straight against the spot wherein my heart beats frantically.
"Love... I don't..." I start, but she cuts me off.
"Understand. I know. Of course you cannot! I'm just trying to explain you why I feel so lost and get so cold sometimes... to explain you that you don't have to worry because of me..."
It's not because of you! I yell inside my head. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me! I do not know why sometimes I dream of you and I see you dead and bloody, laying in the middle of a dead end street!
"I used to have a sister." Miki whispers softly.
Wait. Something is not matching in here.
"A sister?" I repeat softly.
She leans in on her elbow and holds my stare. Please, don't let me sink in your eyes...
"A twin. Identical twin. We were so bound!" her gloomy eyes fill with tears. "But she died. Love, she died and a part of me died with her... that car that killed her killed a part of me..."
"A car?" I hear my voice asking.
"A night accident, four years ago."
Lights smear cruel rays on my face, lost in speed in the death of the night... and suddenly a silhouette crosses my path and I sense the thud as my car crashes against something...
I squeeze my eyes shut. Deep inside myself, I see myself getting off the car. I approach the girl lying on the ground. I stretch a hand to touch her and I withdraw it, crimson blood painting guilt on my fingers...
"He never got caught... the driver I mean." Miki's voice slaps my mind again.

Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
Please make it good tonight
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In dispair of time

Sometimes you face experiences, so bad that your mind refuses to accept them. Sometimes you forget about what has happened...

I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again

But sometimes your conscience cannot bear the heavy labour of deceit. Sometimes it gets too hard, and then you start dreaming, recalling, without knowing what or why...

"See love? This has nothing to do with you." She pulls me closer, suddenly wide awake and demanding all my attention. Her quivering lips steal my last rational hint of thoughts in a toxic kiss. I close my eyes and here she comes again, her alter self, her beloved half someone stole from her in a dark night...
Someone...

Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again

She pulls slightly away from me, her nails clentch on my skin in a burning path...
"Now that I told you, I feel better." She murmurs upon my lips. "I'm so glad of having you by my side..."

The end.

:eek:

so he was the one who ...

god ....

amazing!

i love it!

MEna this was awesome!

luvly
andie

Next time you dare complaining about your writing, I swear, I'll come up to Trieste to shake you violently!
This was superbe, girl!
And terrible at the same time... I'd love to read another shorty telling us about him revealing his secret to her...
I know! I am evil!
But I trust in your writing skills...
*waggles eyebrows*

:love:

That was great Mena! Wow, it was pure poetry you're an exceptional writer!
-Cleo :cloud#9:

:eeeek: that...was...awesome! ...just...WOW!

oX. deanna .Xo

:cry: That was amazing!!
Omg!! :cry:

*full blushing, she runs and hides away*

awwwwwwwww!!!!!!! :cry:
thankyou! thankyou all girls!!! Really... I saw not very comortable with this... i mean, I NEVER feel comfortable with my stuff, but hey, it's business now... I guess Anna without her paranoia equals Hobbits without their pipes or Elves without their bows...

but really, I'm honored by your appreciation!

Oh, and I absolutely need to share this with you girls: last night I went off with my man and I kept on brainstorming about this lil story, wondering whetheter it was good or not, and after I was asked wtf I didn't talk I confessed:
"I wrote a story tonite." Be careful, I never say who is starring in my stories, or anyway I never tell my man...
Well, I was asked what was this story about and explained:
"Well, basically there's this guy having nightmares about his girl dying and then you find out this and that..."
And guess what he said??
"Cool.... Orlando Bloom would be perfect for this kind of role!!"
:eek: :eek: :eek:
I had to bite my tongue hard not to laugh my arse off!!! I just frowned and said: "You sure? Maybe you're right... I didn't think about it!"

Oh, I'm evil I know!!

Ok, end of babbling. Thanks for reading girls, you made my day. :love:

Mena, Mena, Mena.....it is such a treat to read your work. I loved this, I cannot even begin to say. So sad and haunting. Very original idea, dear! I can't believe Orlando did that, and then ended up with the poor girl's sister. Irony at it's best.
Oh, and I love the fact that Simone suggested Orlando for the role. LMAO!!!! You know what that means.........*whispers* destiny. :lmao:
Great story!!!

*is so shocked beyond belief that she cant speak... or type anything except for this*

I agree with Ursi... you are such a talented writer and I guess the reason your such a great writer is because you doubt yourself. I dont know for sure but thats my theory.

it sucks to ask people to read your stuff, but I just cannot help it! Chrissy babe, u know how much I care for your opinion!
Too bad thankyou is an abused word...

btw, the estimation/skill thing is new to me... but I think I sorta like it :blush:

... Probably that Simone is a very smart guy?

or that he has busted our Mena and pretends he has not!

:lmao:

that would be death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :eek:

nah, the correct explanation is that my man is just as OBsessed as I am.

Or maybe more... remember I don't fancy the elf, but the king!

Girl that was so amazing! :love:

So very original, like all your other stories, and I really love the poetic descriptions you added here and there. Wonderful, really wonderful and I completely love the ending!!

*claps*

:blink:

that was awesome!!!!

5/6 of americans/brits/canadians can't write like that. and it's our native language!!!!!!!!!

:huh:

Rachel, I'm currently studying my brains out to become a translator, and I often feel like I won't make it.
So, this is just the best compliment you could make me. Thankyou!!!!!!!! :wub: :blush: :wub:

Wow! Mena, I love his.

^_^

Hmmm....
Hmmm....
HHHMMM.....
I am still trying to find a good excuse for not having read this when you posted it...
Because I surely remember entering the topic...
I probably was too lazy but...
GOSH WAS I STUPID!!!

That was the awesomest thing I've read from you darling!
I just... L O V E D it! I know it doesn't say anything new though, but still..
It was so great...

The idea for the story was excellent, and well, I can't think of a better way to write it than how you did. It was just perfect.

And I like the fact he didn't tell her the truth.
It gives it a darker light... As in, he'll live with the guilt... forever? Dum dum dummm....
Dunno, I REALLY liked that you left that 'unfinished business', sort of saying...

Gee, I loved it!

Omg
I feel like the world's biggest idiot for not having seen or read this before!
It is so utterly amazing.

Heart wrenching...and the guilt. It is so incredible.
Just cannot believe it.
Only stare and read it in awe!