Heart of Glass

[seonedevinian]

hey, guys, i know it's been a long time since i've been on, and i'm sorry if anyone's missed me...i've been preoccupied with writing and work and all the things i don't enjoy (except writing, i like that). anyway, i just thought i'd put it out there that i'm working on another Crane story from Angie's pov, if anyone's interested. i just posted the first chap on fanfic.net, and if y'all'd like, i could post it here too. i'll check back when i can, to see if there are any replies. or you could go to fanfic.net and read it there; my pseudonym is Not Human.
thanks!

[ohiouniversitygirl]

Sure...post it here...I wanna read it!

[Gobby]

i like it...
angie really is different
shes...an extremist
wait was it her whispering i love dr. crane or...no?
she has a new interst rt?

[seonedevinian]

heh, i was confused for a sec, but i guess you read it on the ff.net site, hmm? yes, it was her whispering into the mirror, a few years prior to Jane's story. i'm glad you like it so far! i'll post the first chap soon, then. thanks for the interest!

oh ya, and dr. cameron is her first love...new to us, old to angie.

[seonedevinian]

k, here's the first chapter, in a bit of a test run.

Chapter 1

~Dear Diary~

Her heart fluttered, shuffled. Two steps ahead, as always, the man of her most recent dreams walked. Angel kept time with him, kept her black boots clicking on the linoleum, kept her highschool uniform bobbing pressed and perfect down the corridor. Together in secrecy they walked down the stark halls, passing by narrow windows set in heavy ugly doors. The white of his coat shone for her, a beacon in the dark mob of people. A doctor in a hospital; Dr. Cameron.

I think I love him

*snap*


It was a dream and a memory. Angie came back to herself in a private room inside Arkham Asylum, her young blond friend cowering beside her. The outside noise carried on; the lunatics had taken over in the night, and the chaos had yet to subside. Yet somehow, Angie had found sleep.

She glanced over to Jane; the girl shivered and clung to her like a life-raft, but she did seem to be sleeping. Poor little Jane. Jonnie sure had taken a shine to her; there’d been a time when Angie would have killed – well, figuratively – to be in that place, but seeing what it would have gotten her…she had changed her mind. Her love interests were often ill-conceived, and were in fact most of the reason she was in this ‘hospital’ to begin with, but even she had to admit she’d taken a near-fatal turn with Dr. Crane. Of course, he’d been alright at first…back when she’d really been messed up. She sighed, and tightened her arm around Jane’s shoulders. Jane was a teenager, at least two years younger than Angie’s twenty years, but she’d swear she was decades more mature. She’d known Crane for what he was right away; something it took Angie years to see.

It was love that had blinded her, and it was love that had brought her to the doctors’ attention; not only Dr. Crane, but another doctor, a first doctor, a first love. Dr. Daniel Cameron; tall, dark and undeniably handsome. She tiredly remembered the affair, the unbelievable account of a seventeen-year old candy striper sleeping with a thirty-something oncologist. No one had understood, least of all her mother; she’d been ordered to move out of the house, and that doctor, once so smooth and sympathetic, had swiftly disappeared. It was nightmare Angie had witnessed echoes of here, in the Looney Bin.

Love was so unkind.

The details of that months-long fiasco could luckily be saved for a day more accommodating to melancholy; her thoughts naturally turned to the girl at her side. A frightening thing was happening to them, she could feel it. Angie had found her in Corridor F, huddled and chattering madly on the floor. She’d heard whispers as she’d approached…more than just Jane’s, she’d been sure. When she’d come to her, there had been no one else present. The corridor bent at an odd angle, of course, so someone could have easily disappeared there, but they were underground. Where would a fellow escapee go from the basement?

A thump from the hallway outside Jane’s room jolted Angie into the present again; the inmates had not calmed at all, after what seemed like an eternity. She would have thought there’d be more…well, escaping. From the sounds of it, the other criminal-types were more interested in robbing and pillaging rooms than in making a speedy exit. The thought froze her insides; the idea of what a crazy thug would do if he found them there, cowering alone like little girls. Some ends are hard to shake; the theme seemed to be a recurring one for both herself and Jane. It scared her, the way events grouped together; the way fate became Fate.

Fate led me here, led me to you

“Dear Diary,” she murmured, in her exhaustion.

Dear Diary, today I met my psychiatrist. I think I love him.

His name is Jon. Jonathan Crane.

I think…

“I love him,’ an eighteen-year old psychiatric patient said to her reflection. The amber-eyed brunette in the mirror could do nothing but agree.

This is the story of Angie Hearts Crane; the reasons she’d loved him, and the reasons he’d let her go without a fight.

[ohiouniversitygirl]

Post more of the story!

[jill]

Oh, wow. What a perfect introduction chapter!

It's the simplest thing, but noone seems to do it (I usually forget, haha.) I love how you kind of give us a taste of her background and the whole situation AND what's to come, all in this chapter.

The way Angie uses the word "love" towards these men totally explains a lot about her character.

[seonedevinian]

i'm gonna go ahead and post chapter 2. it's all i've got so far, so if anyone's got any suggestions, go right ahead and tell me.

Chapter 2

~First Sight~

As fitful sleep again wrapped Angie in a thin, cold embrace, her first meeting with Crane surfaced and replaced the present.

She had waited; ten minutes had passed as she casually inspected her smooth, sharp nails. Her latest manicure remained quite adequate. She sat at a bare metal table in a bright white room, with an uncommunicative orderly standing guard at her door. The doctor was coming, she’d been promised. It was Angie’s first day in Arkham, after her admission the night before.

Finally, the heavy door opened, and a slight, pretty man stepped inside. Angie’s plan had been to remain blasé, but she froze in that familiar way when she laid her eyes upon him. He was young, with eyes of a startling blue. He looked as light as air, with bones as hollow as a bird. Immediately, she was bonded to him.

“Hello,” he said, sitting across from her with a grace rarely seen in a man. “May I call you Angie?”

“That’s what I prefer,” she answered, enthralled.

“Alright, then. I’m Dr. Crane. I’m here to help you. We’ll work together, yes?”

She smiled. “Yes,” she said. How could she ever disagree with this man?

In her reverie, she was stunned by his next question.

“Why are you here?” he asked. No pretension; he was jumping right in, it would seem.

“Um,” she started. “I was put here…?” It was a question.

The doctor smiled. “Yes,” he allowed. “But why?”

“I…okay. I tried to keep a guy for too long.”

“How long is too long?”

“Only about three days, surprisingly.”

If she hadn’t known better, she may have thought he found that funny; Crane looked as if he was trying to suppress a smile.

“I’ll be straight with you,” he said, “and you can be straight with me, Angie. I’m not terribly concerned with what you did to grab the attention of the people around you this time. Something lead you to this, something taught you how to behave. Tell me, if you know; what made you think that keeping a guy was exactly what you needed to do?”

Now she was at a loss, in shock. Such a serious question for such a pretty little guy; furthermore, she didn’t know the answer.

“I…I don’t know,” she admitted. She wondered why she’d never asked that of herself.

He smiled again; a pleasant effect, calming. “Well, then. We know where to begin.”

*snap*

Back in Jane’s cold, darkened room, Angie’s sleep again deserted her. Awakening, she remembered that session, years ago. Lifetimes, it seemed. Crane’s smile had been light, human. So very long ago.

My how things have changed

Back when he’d been a doctor, and not an experimentalist in pain. No, not pain; nothing so clear-cut. He dabbled now in something more ambiguous, something that dug deeper and left no scars; hurt. It was his forte, his area. Apparently, it had also become his undoing.

“Scarecrow,” Jane murmured.

Angie started; Jane had been sleeping in a state of unrest since they’d returned from Corridor F. Now she was awake, relatively; staring upward with darkened gray eyes, searching the ceiling for spirits and…scarecrows?

Something nagged at Angie; Scarecrow. This was not the first time she’d heard it. When had that first time been?

“Scarecrow,” Angie breathed. Jane’s wandering gaze finally settled on her.

“Yes,”, Jane said. The most lucid statement she’d made since their return there. “Scarecrow.”

[jill]

Angie's heard it before? Hmm...
I like "He looked as light as air, with bones as hollow as a bird."
And I liked the sentence on Janes "lucid" statement..