Hemorrhage(In my hands)

Hemorrhage(In my hands)

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

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A Fanfiction story based on the song hemorrhage by the band Fuel. Check it out and please leave a comment. It would be greatly appreciated.

Summary

A Fanfiction story based on the song hemorrhage by the band Fuel. Check it out and please leave a comment. It would be greatly appreciated.

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Submitted: November 10, 2016

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Hemorrhage(In my hands)

Brett sat in the third row of the funeral home listening to a young woman speak in front about his late girlfriend Lolita Hastings. The Young woman he knew to be Lolita’s older sister was speaking of how beautiful and talented her younger sister was and how she was praised by everybody who knew her. Lolita was a gift to this world. She was a rare treasure and she will be missed by all. She was a troubled African American actress and a heroin addict. She struggled for years before she died with her demons of heroin addiction. She let her demons take over her in the end. Although Brett was also a heroin addict, he did not abuse it like Lita did. She would tell him that heroin was a way to deal with her problems and she needed it in order to survive, but in actuality it was heroin that needed her in order for it to survive. She would stick heroin needles up her arm and let it go through her veins; that way she got the high she needed. Brett was not the needle type of guy. He was actually scared of needles. He would rather smoke the heroin than to inject it directly into his veins. He thought that way was less addictive for him.

As Brett sat listening to Lolita’s older sister Bridget speak the words of how pure and kind Lolita’s spirit was, he found himself in need of Lita’s touch as he called her. He could almost feel her presence around him even if her dead body was laying in the coffin a few feet in front of him. He could almost feel her whisper in his ears. One thing she loved to do when she was alive was to whisper love words in his ears after they made love. The words she spoke made him feel loved by her; something he did not get from allot of people in his life.

Brett was the one who found Lita dead at her grandparent’s home in Florida. She had come home after long months of filming the remake of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She was the lead to play Audrey Hepburn’s part as Holly. Lolita had come from the small town of Tampa. She grew up in a very religious household. Her parents did not believe in acting or anything that had to do with the arts. They wanted their kids to go to school and become something educational wise. They looked down on Hollywood Actors and Actresses because they thought those kind of people were wild and too spoilled for their own good. From the age of ten, Lolita knew she wanted to be an actress. It was after she had watched one of her all-time favorite actress, Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music, that she realized she wanted to be like that. She asked her parents if she could take acting lessons, but off course her father turned it down. It was not until she got into high school that she took lessons in acting. She would play in theatre plays at her school and get involved in musical theatre. After she graduated from high school, she decided to leave Tampa and head to New York to pursue her dreams in acting.  From then on, her dreams took off. Her parents could not say anything about it or stop her because she was old enough to make her own decisions.

It was not until she graduated from college that she started getting involved in drugs. She had an old acting coach that sold her coke and any other drugs she wanted. At first it was just a little snort off coke to get her juices going before acting auditions; then as her career took off, she started getting into heroin. She played in Broadway theatre for a couple of years after college, until she hit it big in Hollywood about fifteen years ago. Some of her Hollywood film accomplishes included Ocean’s Eleven, 007, The Wizard of OZ, Crocodile Dundee 1 and 2, Interview with the Vampire and off course the remake of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

A year after Lita hit it big in Hollywood, her and Bret met. They met at a big Hollywood award show. Brett had come with his band mates and Lolita had come with a Fellow actor. They were not dating, but they came together as dates to the award show. The young actor knew Brett and introduce them. Lolita and Brett sat together at the show and got acquainted with each other. During the award show sparks flew and before they knew it they were fucking in the back seat of Brett’s limousine. After that night, they could not leave each other alone.

Brett reminisced on the good times him and Lita had together. He remembered the times when Lita would take off and fly all the way to New York from California to see him. They would fuck and do drugs all day long. Brett showed Lita things she never knew and taught her allot. He was even like a support for her at times when she felt troubled by the life style of being an entertainer. He pushed her to achieve more, but now he felt like maybe he pushed her too much and blamed himself for her death.

Brett had a sudden flash back to the day of Lita’s death. It was around two o’clock in the afternoon when Brett received a call from Lita telling him that she could not live this life anymore. She wanted to end it all. She seemed in a state of shock and confusion at the time, so Brett did not understand what was going on. She was sitting in her backyard obviously high and shooting up her arm. She was mumbling something to him that he did not fully understand. She mumbled the words, “I can see the light to heaven Brett. The light is so beautiful. It’s calling out to me.” Brett tried to tell her not to look into the light, but before he could get through to her the line went dead.

Because he was in Florida at the time and just a city away, Brett rushed over to her grandparents’ house. He got there an hour too late. He found Lila slumped dead on a lawn chair in the backyard with a needle in one hand and blood mixed with a kind of puss dripping from the holes in her other arm. He quickly rushed into the house to call 911, but when they came they pronounced her dead at the scene.

Brett was devastated and was even more in pain when he had to break the news to Lolita’s family on the phone. Her parents and immediate family were shocked and devastated at her sudden death. They had no clue to the troubles Lita went through. She never spoke of her problems to her family, not even her addiction was spoken off. When she came around them she tried to hid her problems from them. She acted and seemed like she was happy and content with her life as a famous Hollywood actress. Brett knew that she only acted like that because she knew her parents were right from the beginning about the Hollywood life style and they would not approve of it.

As the funeral ended Brett got up and walked to the front of the room to pay his respects. He wanted to say his final goodbyes to Lolita. As he walked down the aisle, he could see Lolita’s Mother crying against her husband’s embrace as he comforted her. He felt sympathy for them and wished that God would have taken him instead of Lita. After-all he was no leaving much behind. He had no caring family to leave behind. His parents had disowned him and kicked him out at age of sixteen, so there was nobody to mourn his death.

Brett slowly stood over the casket with Lita lying peacefully in it. He studied her appearance and started to tear up. Her beautiful brown skin had turned deathly grey and her gorgeous dark curly hair had turned lifeless and dole. He wanted the life back in her. He wanted to see her up and going again. He could not except the fact that she was dead.

“Oh Lita, I miss you so much. Please come back to me,” he wepped. He brought his face down between his folded arms which was laying on the edge of the casket and cried. He missed his little Lita very much.

After a few minutes of mourning, he lifted his head up and blew her a kiss before he turned around and left the funeral home. As Brett walked through the grave yard towards his car, he picked a rose thorn laying on a grave headstone and walked the following way to his car. When he got inside his truck, he decided he would pay a visit to Lita grandmother’s home. He knew the house would be empty. Lita had given him an extra key a week before she died.

Brett pulled his truck to the curb of the house and parked his car. He quickly got out and made his way to the front door. He dug into his jean pocket and pulled out the gold key. He quickly put the key in the key hole and twisted it. The door popped open easily. Coming into the house Brett could feel the energy it gave off. He could almost feel Lita there and all her memories in that house. As he roamed through the house he could see her ghosts everywhere. He saw Lita as a young girl playing with her dolls in the living room and when got into the kitchen, he could see her at seventeen baking pastries with her grandmother. He walked down the hallway that led to the backyard and stopped at the hallway bathroom. The sink hose was dripping water and he turned the knob to shut it off. He slowly walked out of the bathroom and continued down the hall. As he neared the backdoor screen door, just for a second, he looked outside through the screen door and saw Lita in the backyard shooting drugs up her arm. Then he saw her pick up her cellphone and call his number. Everything that took place that day, he saw in front of his eyes. He blinked his eyes a few times to get the horrid sight out of his head and the scene disappeared. He quickly walked into the backyard and placed the rose on the seat of the lawn chair where he found Lita dead on the scene.

He quickly said some prayers. Afterward, he gently opened his hand and muttered the words, “Don’t fall away and leave me to myself. Don’t fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands,” He knew those words would be the hook to his new song he would write dedicated to the memory of Lita.

As Brett walked back through the house, he heard a phone buzzing off the hook in the living room. He quickly walked over and hung it up. He remembered that was the phone he used once before to call 911.

Brett slowly walked out of the house and sat down on the porch steps. He needed to calm his nerves after revisiting the scene. As he sat to recover, he thought he heard footsteps coming out of the house behind him. He turned his head to find Lita standing beside him in a long red flowery dress and sucking on a cherry flavored lollipop. He could not believe what he was seeing. She looked so real before him. If only she could forever be just the way, he saw her right now. He put his hand in hers to feel her skin. She felt so real against his own. He excitedly got up and hugged her. He had finally got his Lita back.

 

Hemorrhage(In my hands) by Fuel song lyrics:

Memories are just where you laid them

Drag the waters til the depth give up their dead

What did you expect to find?

Was there something you left behind

Don’t you remember

Anything I said when I said

 

Don’t fall away

And leave me to myself

Don’t fall away

And leave love bleeding in my hands

In my hands

Love lies bleeding

 

Hold me now I feel contagious

Am I the only place that you’ve left to go?

She cries her life is like

Some movie black and white

Dead actors faking lines

Over and over and over again she cries”

 

Dont' fall away

And leave me to myself

Don't fall away

And leave love bleedin g in my hands

In my hands again

And leave love bleeding in my hands

In my hands

Love lies bledding

 

And I want you

But you turn away

You don't remember

But I do

You never even tried

 

Don't fall away

And leave me to myself

Don't fall away

And leave love bleeding in my hands

In my hands again

Leave love bleeding in my hands

In my hands again

Leave love bleeding in my hands

In my hands again, oh....."


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