Genna14
03-26-2008, 07:44 PM
Ok so this is a song fic I wrote using a Dead Poetic song "Glass in The Trees" off of "New Medicines". I write a lot of fanfiction so dont laugh, its a Dale Earnhardt Jr. fic. "Joshy" or "Snooter" is Josh Snider, his best friend. I was driving home and listening to this song and I got this idea for the story. Hope you all enjoy!
Don't own Jr or Josh or Kelley or the song or Dead Poetic *although I most certainly would not mind.*
Feel free to critique.
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Slowly he climbed out of his car and swallowed hard. His eyes glossed over with the tears that threatened to fall. It was all he could do as he choked back a sob. Ten months later, it was the first time he’d been here since that night. It was the night that his entire world came crashing down around him. He could see shards of glass shimmering in the late afternoon sun, tangled in the branches of the cottonwoods. He dropped down to his knees, hugging the trunk of the tree and began to sob.
I don't want to come back here, to this place.
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don't want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.
It all replayed in his mind, like a film, haunting him. There was no stopping it. The scenes replayed in his head constantly, night to day, day to night. Flashing lights, his best friend’s mangled body, watching the medics load him into the ambulance while he stood there, barely a scrape on him. All the months of tension, of asking God why came to a head in the early evening sunlight. He hugged the tree, as if it would somehow comfort him and sobbed.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
When he finally opened his eyes and looked around, the sun had dipped below the horizon. With what little strength he still possessed, he stood up and wiped his face on his shirt. As the world went black around him, he shivered and reached into the car for his watch. It was getting late. He climbed into the car and turned it on. As he switched on the headlights, he caught the shimmer of the glass once more. He turned away and sped off as fast as he could.
And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you'd sing.
And I won't ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
He didn’t even notice how fast he was going. He slammed on the brakes and gasped for air as the car behind him screeched to a halt. He saw the blue and red lights reflecting in his rearview and ripped the mirror off without a second thought. The tap on his window brought him back to reality. He cautiously rolled down the window and stared blankly at the officer. His heart was still pounding as he provided the necessary documents. The sympathetic officer handed him a warning and drove away.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
Slow down.
I'll try and make it up to you.
Two months later, Dale found himself in the same spot, staring in complete and utter shock. He had come to place a memorial cross in front of the trees. They were gone. All that remained were the stubs of the trunks. The road had been repaved to disguise the tire skid marks from where he’d crashed into the trees, the glass was all gone. He slowly placed the cross into the ground and pounded in with a hammer.
“I won’t let them forget Snooter, I swear to you!” he cried out as he continued to pound the white cross into the ground.
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you're still here, then we're waiting.
Later that night, standing up in front of the crowded room, he mumbled lines from the “script” that he’d been handed just before he walked up to the pulpit. He could hardly contain himself. It had been exactly one year since the crash that had devastated him and his tight circle of friends.
“We’re waiting Joshy, we’ll always wait for you! We won’t forget you man, I swear!” he cried out as he sobbed.
Kelley had to grab him and drag him from the pulpit as he continued to mutter the same lines through his frantic sobs. It was no secret that he blamed himself for Josh’s death. He had been driving the car in the fatal crash.
We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I'll deserve every bit. because I'm not spiritual yet.
I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
Standing over his best friend’s grave, he searched his memories, latching on to every one. Every smile, every laugh, every crazy party night they’d shared haunted him. He could have stopped this, he could have saved Josh. God, if only he hadn’t begged Josh to go with him on that drive! He knew he was too tired to be driving, but no, he insisted and Josh went along with it.
“Josh,” he said softly. “If I could change this I would! I wish it was me in there, it should be me!”
He placed a worn out, torn up tee shirt in front of the grave.
“I’ve had that for 17 years, sorry I never gave it back…” he trailed off. “Goodbye Josh.”
And it's not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.
Don't own Jr or Josh or Kelley or the song or Dead Poetic *although I most certainly would not mind.*
Feel free to critique.
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Slowly he climbed out of his car and swallowed hard. His eyes glossed over with the tears that threatened to fall. It was all he could do as he choked back a sob. Ten months later, it was the first time he’d been here since that night. It was the night that his entire world came crashing down around him. He could see shards of glass shimmering in the late afternoon sun, tangled in the branches of the cottonwoods. He dropped down to his knees, hugging the trunk of the tree and began to sob.
I don't want to come back here, to this place.
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don't want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.
It all replayed in his mind, like a film, haunting him. There was no stopping it. The scenes replayed in his head constantly, night to day, day to night. Flashing lights, his best friend’s mangled body, watching the medics load him into the ambulance while he stood there, barely a scrape on him. All the months of tension, of asking God why came to a head in the early evening sunlight. He hugged the tree, as if it would somehow comfort him and sobbed.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
When he finally opened his eyes and looked around, the sun had dipped below the horizon. With what little strength he still possessed, he stood up and wiped his face on his shirt. As the world went black around him, he shivered and reached into the car for his watch. It was getting late. He climbed into the car and turned it on. As he switched on the headlights, he caught the shimmer of the glass once more. He turned away and sped off as fast as he could.
And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you'd sing.
And I won't ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
He didn’t even notice how fast he was going. He slammed on the brakes and gasped for air as the car behind him screeched to a halt. He saw the blue and red lights reflecting in his rearview and ripped the mirror off without a second thought. The tap on his window brought him back to reality. He cautiously rolled down the window and stared blankly at the officer. His heart was still pounding as he provided the necessary documents. The sympathetic officer handed him a warning and drove away.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
Slow down.
I'll try and make it up to you.
Two months later, Dale found himself in the same spot, staring in complete and utter shock. He had come to place a memorial cross in front of the trees. They were gone. All that remained were the stubs of the trunks. The road had been repaved to disguise the tire skid marks from where he’d crashed into the trees, the glass was all gone. He slowly placed the cross into the ground and pounded in with a hammer.
“I won’t let them forget Snooter, I swear to you!” he cried out as he continued to pound the white cross into the ground.
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you're still here, then we're waiting.
Later that night, standing up in front of the crowded room, he mumbled lines from the “script” that he’d been handed just before he walked up to the pulpit. He could hardly contain himself. It had been exactly one year since the crash that had devastated him and his tight circle of friends.
“We’re waiting Joshy, we’ll always wait for you! We won’t forget you man, I swear!” he cried out as he sobbed.
Kelley had to grab him and drag him from the pulpit as he continued to mutter the same lines through his frantic sobs. It was no secret that he blamed himself for Josh’s death. He had been driving the car in the fatal crash.
We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I'll deserve every bit. because I'm not spiritual yet.
I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
Standing over his best friend’s grave, he searched his memories, latching on to every one. Every smile, every laugh, every crazy party night they’d shared haunted him. He could have stopped this, he could have saved Josh. God, if only he hadn’t begged Josh to go with him on that drive! He knew he was too tired to be driving, but no, he insisted and Josh went along with it.
“Josh,” he said softly. “If I could change this I would! I wish it was me in there, it should be me!”
He placed a worn out, torn up tee shirt in front of the grave.
“I’ve had that for 17 years, sorry I never gave it back…” he trailed off. “Goodbye Josh.”
And it's not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.