From: waterfall abc <waterfallingbc@yahoo.com>
Date: 20 Jun 2004 19:27:01 -0700
Subject: [all-xf] NEW: There's Still Time For You  (1/1)
Source: atxc

Archive - Yes to Gossamer and Ephemeral

TITLE:   There's Still Time For You
AUTHOR:  waterfall
EMAIL:   waterfallingbc@yahoo.com
RATING:  PG
SPOILER: Oubliette
SUMMARY: Lucy Householder tries to make sense out of what is 
happening to her as she lies dying in the backseat of a car.  

Written for the Beginnings XF Lyric Wheel.  It ends with a 
beginning.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.  Lyrics to 
"100 Years", recorded by Five for Fighting and written by John 
Ondrasik, were provided by Kashmir.



He says that she needs my strength.

I'm so tired of all this crap; I have no more strength to 
give.  

I'm just so cold.    

He - that FBI guy - thinks that this is happening to me 
because of that other girl getting taken, that since the same 
guy took us both that somehow we're connected.  How can that 
be?  I don't even know who she is.  What's her name?  Amy?  
She's all of what - fifteen?

What I went through when I was fifteen I wouldn't wish on a 
dog.  I'd been out of that cellar for two years, but my world 
was still as dark as when I was trapped there.  I couldn't 
stay at home, and hospitals wouldn't keep me.  Not that I'd 
want to be there anyway.  The street was the only place where 
I didn't feel those four damp walls around me.  

He says that she needs my strength, that I'm the only one who 
can help her now.  How can I help her when I can hardly help 
myself?  I can hardly breathe.   

We're both cold and have trouble breathing.  

How do I even know this?  What in hell is going on?  How do I 
know that the kid is in trouble?  Maybe that FBI guy was 
right, and this means that I'm supposed to do something.  

Everything hurts.  It feels like someone is pounding on my 
chest and holding me down.  I can't get any air, and 
everything hurts. 

If I can't breathe, then maybe kid, I can give it to you.  You 
gotta get away from that guy.  You gotta have some kind of 
decent life ahead of you.  Not like mine, no, not like mine.  
He had me for five years, but it's like he's had me for all 
those years till now.  I couldn't go back to a life with my 
folks after all that.  You can. 

Hey, fifteen, there's still time for you. 

You can have what I didn't.  There's boyfriends and prom and 
learning to drive.  There should be college and getting your 
first apartment stuff to deal with.  You should go have the 
life you started out having and not let getting taken stop you 
from having it.   

You've got your hundred years to live, kid.  Make the most of 
them.


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