Author’s Notes: sejak request; the saat chapter of Holding On!
Still not sure about the lifespan of this thing… oh well: enjoy it while it’s there!
Fighting Chance.
House was sitting on his katil with a vacant stare in his eyes… Wilson had thrown all the knives out and the gun had found its place in the trashcan as well, but none of it seemed to bother House: maybe he really wasn’t desperate…
‘No. He was… he tried to kill himself.’ And Wilson was still certain of that as he leant against the dinding opposite to his seemingly suicidal friend:
“How’s your leg?”
House shrugged, indifferent to Wilson’s words and Wilson’s presence in the room.
“Look, House… anda can’t do this. Why are anda giving up like this?”
House turned to Wilson: pure fury was leaking out from his bright blue eyes:
“Giving up? I’m giving up!? anda didn’t even try to get over this! anda have always had every little thing going for anda and the one time it goes wrong anda pack up, leave… curl up and cry so that everybody can feel bad for pathetic little Jimmy and I’m giving up!? anda don’t even know me! Do anda even know how much shit I had to go through to end up like this!? It wasn’t a choice Wilson: I went down fighting! And anda can’t do that, can you? You’re too weak. And:” House laughed bitterly: “Here anda are, after thousands of lectures about humanity… and anda still think you’re any better than me because I don’t enjoy being miserable as much as anda do!?”
Wilson stayed silent… his eyes had widened, his fingers where clawing at the side of his baju but he stayed silent: he knew there was a truth in House’s words… even if it didn’t sound as blunt as House did: that was just House and he came there to redefine what House was…
House was blunt,
House was honest…
House was right.
“You enjoy it, don’t you? Being the damaged one in front of all those chicks? Everyone treating anda like a kid because they think they can fix you? Like an invalid… like anda have treated me since the infarction? Like you’re treating me right now!? Sucks, right? anda know what’s worse? One hari they won’t believe that anda miss her… they’ll think it’s all between your ears! And then you’ll spring into action: then you’ll realize it sucks! And you’ll try to convince them, ‘cause you know it hurts… and anda know what? They won’t give a fuck! ‘Cause it’s better for their state of mind if they have the stupid, little illusion that you’re even remotely alright! Oh wait: that isn’t your life… It’s mine! And I want anda to get the fuck out of it! anda were right, anda know? We never really were friends… a friend wouldn’t have made me fight a losing battle just so he could feel better! And this? Your little heroic act? anda know what anda did? You kicked a cripple who was already down. Get out, Wilson.”
“So what, anda can kill yourself? No, House… I’m a selfish, self-pitying bastard and I still can’t let you. I’m sorry about all the lectures… alright? And the pushing… but I wanted to help you!”
“Are anda deaf!? Did anda not see the gun? anda CAN’T HELP ME!” House was panting… his middle-aged hati, tengah-tengah couldn’t harbor so much anger: he held his chest as it protested against his rage.
“House! Calm down… You’re going to… kill yourself.” Wilson sighed: the ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
“That was the objective, yes. Just let me do this, Wilson…”
Sensing less anger from House, Wilson left his spot sejak the dinding and sat on the katil seterusnya to House:
“No, House… I didn’t mean to hurt you… but I couldn’t let anda do it and I still can’t. I know it’s easier, I know anda just want to leave but I can’t let you… and I won’t leave either, I’m sorry,”
“Wilson for god sake why do anda want me to be in pain!”
“I don’t. I want anda to be alive.” Wilson looked House straight in the eyes: he meant this. He wanted House to know he meant it.
“That’s the same thing.” House averted his eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be…”
“You don’t get it… anda really don’t get it: the pain is going to be there forever… if I’m alive, I’m in pain… it’s that simple. And anda can whine about me being horribly depressed and all but go figure.”
“I know…” Wilson sighed. “But death can’t be the answer.”
“I’m unorthodox, remember? I get the jawapan no one else can get: death is my answer. You can live through that… I obviously can’t.”
“You can live, House. And… I can, too.”
“In another city, with another job. You’re going to have to leave eventually… and so do I.”
“In twenty years maybe… 25 tops. And I’m staying: not eating would be too damn attractive without my lunch being there.”
“Whatever…”
With that, House laid down on his good side and waited for sleep to come and for Wilson to get the message.
He did, but sleep didn’t come.
House was alive,
And somehow… the fact that his sofa, kerusi panjang wasn’t empty was comforting.
Wilson dreamt of Amber.
House didn’t dream at all… but the sound of a gunshot resounded in his skull.
Author’s Notes: some of my stories have a lack of dialogue… so I fixed that. Should I still go on?
Please comment!
Still not sure about the lifespan of this thing… oh well: enjoy it while it’s there!
Fighting Chance.
House was sitting on his katil with a vacant stare in his eyes… Wilson had thrown all the knives out and the gun had found its place in the trashcan as well, but none of it seemed to bother House: maybe he really wasn’t desperate…
‘No. He was… he tried to kill himself.’ And Wilson was still certain of that as he leant against the dinding opposite to his seemingly suicidal friend:
“How’s your leg?”
House shrugged, indifferent to Wilson’s words and Wilson’s presence in the room.
“Look, House… anda can’t do this. Why are anda giving up like this?”
House turned to Wilson: pure fury was leaking out from his bright blue eyes:
“Giving up? I’m giving up!? anda didn’t even try to get over this! anda have always had every little thing going for anda and the one time it goes wrong anda pack up, leave… curl up and cry so that everybody can feel bad for pathetic little Jimmy and I’m giving up!? anda don’t even know me! Do anda even know how much shit I had to go through to end up like this!? It wasn’t a choice Wilson: I went down fighting! And anda can’t do that, can you? You’re too weak. And:” House laughed bitterly: “Here anda are, after thousands of lectures about humanity… and anda still think you’re any better than me because I don’t enjoy being miserable as much as anda do!?”
Wilson stayed silent… his eyes had widened, his fingers where clawing at the side of his baju but he stayed silent: he knew there was a truth in House’s words… even if it didn’t sound as blunt as House did: that was just House and he came there to redefine what House was…
House was blunt,
House was honest…
House was right.
“You enjoy it, don’t you? Being the damaged one in front of all those chicks? Everyone treating anda like a kid because they think they can fix you? Like an invalid… like anda have treated me since the infarction? Like you’re treating me right now!? Sucks, right? anda know what’s worse? One hari they won’t believe that anda miss her… they’ll think it’s all between your ears! And then you’ll spring into action: then you’ll realize it sucks! And you’ll try to convince them, ‘cause you know it hurts… and anda know what? They won’t give a fuck! ‘Cause it’s better for their state of mind if they have the stupid, little illusion that you’re even remotely alright! Oh wait: that isn’t your life… It’s mine! And I want anda to get the fuck out of it! anda were right, anda know? We never really were friends… a friend wouldn’t have made me fight a losing battle just so he could feel better! And this? Your little heroic act? anda know what anda did? You kicked a cripple who was already down. Get out, Wilson.”
“So what, anda can kill yourself? No, House… I’m a selfish, self-pitying bastard and I still can’t let you. I’m sorry about all the lectures… alright? And the pushing… but I wanted to help you!”
“Are anda deaf!? Did anda not see the gun? anda CAN’T HELP ME!” House was panting… his middle-aged hati, tengah-tengah couldn’t harbor so much anger: he held his chest as it protested against his rage.
“House! Calm down… You’re going to… kill yourself.” Wilson sighed: the ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
“That was the objective, yes. Just let me do this, Wilson…”
Sensing less anger from House, Wilson left his spot sejak the dinding and sat on the katil seterusnya to House:
“No, House… I didn’t mean to hurt you… but I couldn’t let anda do it and I still can’t. I know it’s easier, I know anda just want to leave but I can’t let you… and I won’t leave either, I’m sorry,”
“Wilson for god sake why do anda want me to be in pain!”
“I don’t. I want anda to be alive.” Wilson looked House straight in the eyes: he meant this. He wanted House to know he meant it.
“That’s the same thing.” House averted his eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be…”
“You don’t get it… anda really don’t get it: the pain is going to be there forever… if I’m alive, I’m in pain… it’s that simple. And anda can whine about me being horribly depressed and all but go figure.”
“I know…” Wilson sighed. “But death can’t be the answer.”
“I’m unorthodox, remember? I get the jawapan no one else can get: death is my answer. You can live through that… I obviously can’t.”
“You can live, House. And… I can, too.”
“In another city, with another job. You’re going to have to leave eventually… and so do I.”
“In twenty years maybe… 25 tops. And I’m staying: not eating would be too damn attractive without my lunch being there.”
“Whatever…”
With that, House laid down on his good side and waited for sleep to come and for Wilson to get the message.
He did, but sleep didn’t come.
House was alive,
And somehow… the fact that his sofa, kerusi panjang wasn’t empty was comforting.
Wilson dreamt of Amber.
House didn’t dream at all… but the sound of a gunshot resounded in his skull.
Author’s Notes: some of my stories have a lack of dialogue… so I fixed that. Should I still go on?
Please comment!
