Song: “Wild Horses” Natasha Bedingfield
Story: Guardian Angel, Part One
Characters: Maxine Gibson and Terry McGinnis
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I feel these four walls closing in
Face up against the glass
I'm looking out, mmm
Is this my life I'm wondering
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make
There's greener pastures I'm thinking about, mmm
Wide open spaces far away
She wasn’t a fool, whatever everyone else thought. She knew her own feelings. She didn’t tell anyone about them, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t feel. She felt every time she looked into his icy blue eyes. But she was best friends with both of them, and though he tried to break in and free her, she chose not to let him.
All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but not feel scared
Thought it was what she wanted. To be able to stop hiding the feelings she knew so well… To have them returned like she knew he was willing to. Somehow, it was harder knowing that her imprisonment was her own making.
Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses, oh
There was more that she wanted, too. It wasn’t just Terry. It was a whole life…a whole life that was different from hers. And that life looked a lot like Terry’s, though he complained about it so much. She fantasized about the wind ruffling her short hair as she flew over the cityscape. She wouln’t be afraid of the heights, or of the danger, she knew she wouldn’t be. Nothing could be scarier than this silence.
I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bareback, carefree
Along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping head first, head-long
Without a thought
To act and damn the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free
Living an adventure… That would be enough for her, if she could not have him. She could always run off somewhere, oh how she wished for a change. An alternate identity. To not be known, and at the same time, to be known more than she was known now, as herself.
All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear, but not feel scared
Yet he DID know her now. And that was what was so scary.
Oooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to
Wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses, oh
She felt she was wrong with whichever choice she made. To accept him or to continue to reject him. All she could do was to push it from her mind: to ignore it.
I wanna run too
Oooh oh oh oh
Recklessly abandoning myself before you
I wanna open up my heart
Tell him how I feel
It was childish, but she could forget it when she dreamed of escape, somehow…
Oooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
Maxine gently set down her lipstick on the bathroom counter and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.
Whoah ooohh ooh ooh ye-yeah yeah oohh
I wanna run with the wild horses, ooooh