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AUTHORS NOTE!:I think I am the only person brave enough to tackle this story! Okay I know - I'm entering dangerous terriority here - taking a great big fat risk on whether you guys hate me or not. Jeez I hope not!
Anyways this short story is bascially my fictional interpretation of what Heath Ledger's actions were before he tragically died on January 22nd 2008.
This will either be Ok for you guys, or you will get the urge to kill me - depending on how you react to the story
I love Heath so I mean absoultely NO offense!!!!!
If are take things way to seriously and cant handle some upset, then I suggest you turn back now
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Frosted glass...cold, bitter, harsh...cracked in the tremendous late winter New York wind. Coffee - grounded black - spilt on the icy clear table - dirty rings of dryed caffine liquid making thier artistic, creative mark on it enjoying the sharp coldness. Papers, fluttering away making their way across the room as the harsh air caught it and threw it around.
Panning around, on a black leather sofa - lay a man, stomach flat, fast asleep, dead cigarette resting on two relaxed fingers. Dirty blonde hair covered his face, hiding rich, intense brown eyes and soft red lips.
BRRRRING! BRRRING!
An alarm clock sounded next to the sofa - vibrating the table as it did so.
Boom! A heavy, strong but immensly soft hand crashed on the snooze button
'9am already? It couldn't be....Shit!!!....I'm gonna be late for her...'
The male figure rose from his sleeping comfort, glancing over towards the carbon grey phone that flashed quick and bright beams of red like a deathly warning - an omen of chaos and badness, indicating that he indeed had messages.
He pressed the Play Button, fidgeting as he waited for it too start.
'Dam hurry! I need the bathroom!'
The gentleman could'nt hold it any longer, so he grumpily trasped over to the bathroom in order to relieve himself if the previous night's watered down lagar. As he stood in the bathroom, he could just make out the messages on his answering machine.
Hey Heathy!!!! Its Christian here! Just wondered if you were still up for that dinner with Maggie and me? Nolan wants ya to be there dude! Come on....celebrate on what will be our Dark Knight success!!! Talk later yeah? Bye..
'Hah...I gotta call him back! Gotta go to that dinner! Sounds like fun!'
Mr Ledger. I do hope you will be arriving to the set today...we have got your costume in and we just need to make sure it fits ok? Call us back please
'Yeah yeah sure....cos The Imaginarium of Doctor 'fucking' Parnassus is all I can think about....ass...'
Heath, It's Michelle. You won't be able to see Matilda today - shes got a really bad stomach bug and I'm not bringing her down 5 states. I'm sorry...Talk soon...O Maltida is here......Daddy I love you.....
Heath raced out of the bathroom and dialled Michelle's number, only to find it engaged. He sighed. It had been the 3rd time these past couple of months that arrangements had been cancelled
Not seeing her pure, innocent face complete with bright blue eyes and blonde locks opening her Xmas presents in excitement and glee hurt him enough - let only not seeing her on a normal day
'Well...If she's ill then it can't be helped...mmmm yeah.....'
3 months ago:
'Daddy!! Come play with me!!!' An sweet playful face emerged from the climbing frame at Central Park - blonde hair sweeping in front of her face, however never hiding her wide, open smile that she presented to her father.
'Ok Sweetie! Just be careful ok?' Heath said back to her, his face relaxing in her presence - tension and stress washing out of his body. He rose from the bench he sat on, behind it a wonderful array of trees and flowers reflecting in its colour how perfect and peaceful the relationship between father and daughter was.
Heath with all his strength picked Matilda up, placing her on his shoulders, realising she was as light as a feather, his hands on her feet to support her and keep her safe.
'You want some ice-cream hunny?' Heath pointed towards an ice-cream truck. 'Anything you want!'
'OMG!!! Yes please Daddy!! Chocolatty please!!!!!!'
'Hehe Its chocolate sweetheart'
'Daddddd' Maltida giggled, ruffling Heath's fluffy dark blonde hair. 'Thats what I said!!!! Chocolatty!!!!'
Heath laughed. 'Sure hunny! Anything for my favourite girl'
Once they had got their ice cream they sat on a swing, Maltida resting on Heath's lap laughing and joking about the most psychadelic and weird things that Heath realised, only a child could think of. White chocolate moons, glitter stars and strawberry flavoured shoelaces were the hot subject of convosation!
As Heath held Maltida in his arms, he realised that she was the only thing he needed...and without her.....well he could never leave this little troublemaker!'
'Love you Daddy!'
'Love you too sweetie.....
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Memories, Heath noticed. tended to enter his mind more and more with each empty day he didnt see Maltida.
'Sigh.....Gotta get moving I guess'
Heath went into the bedroom, and pulled out a casual outfit from his closet - blue jeans and a sporty hoodie - in order to make it to the studio. Grabbing his leather jacket, he quickly went into the bathroom again to wash his face and brush his teeth.
Upon exiting the bathroom, he scanned the apartment. It was messy, chaotic and dirty but he promised himself he would clean it later when he got back.
'God when you get back, clean your god dam shit up!'
Running out of the door, he passed the hall table - opened up the 3 bottles of drugs that he needs to stop anxiety and help him sleep and took a couple with a slug of old water from a glass nearby before setting down the bottles again
'Ugh....gross...'
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'Man oh man...that was so much fun!!!! Vernon! Hah what a man! Must remind him how much hes cheered me up today......Oh darn it, need to clean....meh it can wait....Gotta watch that resource film that he gave me - BLAH BLAH BLAH research more on the character BLABBA BLABBA hehe...'
Heath had come back from a tiring rehersal session, only to find out that he had to watch a 3 hour informative film on the basis of his character 'YAWNNNN'
After putting the dvd in his player, he kicked off his shoes, and plonked himself down on the bed - anxiety and sleeping tablets, along with watered down beer in hand. Heath felt a headache arriving due to the evergrowing worry of his daughter - so he took some anxiety tablets to ease the pain.
'Ahhhh Hopefully I'lll feel better soon. Then I will ring sweetpea up, see how shes doing....'
It seems that he had forgotten the 2 tablets he had taken before leaving the house - he was in such a state....in such a rush....why would he remember?
2 hours had drifted by...the beer had been drank and the informative film was not being watched by Heath anymore - instead the Comedy Channel.
'haha this is great' Heath laughed....tears streaming down his cheeks. 'Man this is the best laugh I've had in ages!!!!!'
Suddenly Heath began to feel tired, an overwhelming sense of joy leaving his body...he needed some sleep. 'I won't be in any good mood tomorrow if I dont go snoozies now....'
He decided not to sleep under the covers that night - too hot and muggy, despite it being winter. Heath turned towards his bedside table taking a swig of water, downing one more anxiety pill and two sleeping pills
'this will help me relax *yawn*....Good night Heathy....o jeez, I just said goodnight to myself.......sadass...'
And with that, he turned and rested on the bed, stomach - flat, dirty blonde hair covered his face, hiding rich, intense brown eyes and soft red lips - same old rountine.
..................Old tears suddenly became new wounds
..................Memories suddenly became blank and forgotten
..................Heartbreak suddenly became heart-stop
..................Heath Ledger suddenly became an angel
And through the icy open window, a breeze left the apartment....another destined soul making its angelic way to heaven.
R.I.P Heath Ledger
Im so sorry if this offended you
Anyways this short story is bascially my fictional interpretation of what Heath Ledger's actions were before he tragically died on January 22nd 2008.
This will either be Ok for you guys, or you will get the urge to kill me - depending on how you react to the story
I love Heath so I mean absoultely NO offense!!!!!
If are take things way to seriously and cant handle some upset, then I suggest you turn back now
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Frosted glass...cold, bitter, harsh...cracked in the tremendous late winter New York wind. Coffee - grounded black - spilt on the icy clear table - dirty rings of dryed caffine liquid making thier artistic, creative mark on it enjoying the sharp coldness. Papers, fluttering away making their way across the room as the harsh air caught it and threw it around.
Panning around, on a black leather sofa - lay a man, stomach flat, fast asleep, dead cigarette resting on two relaxed fingers. Dirty blonde hair covered his face, hiding rich, intense brown eyes and soft red lips.
BRRRRING! BRRRING!
An alarm clock sounded next to the sofa - vibrating the table as it did so.
Boom! A heavy, strong but immensly soft hand crashed on the snooze button
'9am already? It couldn't be....Shit!!!....I'm gonna be late for her...'
The male figure rose from his sleeping comfort, glancing over towards the carbon grey phone that flashed quick and bright beams of red like a deathly warning - an omen of chaos and badness, indicating that he indeed had messages.
He pressed the Play Button, fidgeting as he waited for it too start.
'Dam hurry! I need the bathroom!'
The gentleman could'nt hold it any longer, so he grumpily trasped over to the bathroom in order to relieve himself if the previous night's watered down lagar. As he stood in the bathroom, he could just make out the messages on his answering machine.
Hey Heathy!!!! Its Christian here! Just wondered if you were still up for that dinner with Maggie and me? Nolan wants ya to be there dude! Come on....celebrate on what will be our Dark Knight success!!! Talk later yeah? Bye..
'Hah...I gotta call him back! Gotta go to that dinner! Sounds like fun!'
Mr Ledger. I do hope you will be arriving to the set today...we have got your costume in and we just need to make sure it fits ok? Call us back please
'Yeah yeah sure....cos The Imaginarium of Doctor 'fucking' Parnassus is all I can think about....ass...'
Heath, It's Michelle. You won't be able to see Matilda today - shes got a really bad stomach bug and I'm not bringing her down 5 states. I'm sorry...Talk soon...O Maltida is here......Daddy I love you.....
Heath raced out of the bathroom and dialled Michelle's number, only to find it engaged. He sighed. It had been the 3rd time these past couple of months that arrangements had been cancelled
Not seeing her pure, innocent face complete with bright blue eyes and blonde locks opening her Xmas presents in excitement and glee hurt him enough - let only not seeing her on a normal day
'Well...If she's ill then it can't be helped...mmmm yeah.....'
3 months ago:
'Daddy!! Come play with me!!!' An sweet playful face emerged from the climbing frame at Central Park - blonde hair sweeping in front of her face, however never hiding her wide, open smile that she presented to her father.
'Ok Sweetie! Just be careful ok?' Heath said back to her, his face relaxing in her presence - tension and stress washing out of his body. He rose from the bench he sat on, behind it a wonderful array of trees and flowers reflecting in its colour how perfect and peaceful the relationship between father and daughter was.
Heath with all his strength picked Matilda up, placing her on his shoulders, realising she was as light as a feather, his hands on her feet to support her and keep her safe.
'You want some ice-cream hunny?' Heath pointed towards an ice-cream truck. 'Anything you want!'
'OMG!!! Yes please Daddy!! Chocolatty please!!!!!!'
'Hehe Its chocolate sweetheart'
'Daddddd' Maltida giggled, ruffling Heath's fluffy dark blonde hair. 'Thats what I said!!!! Chocolatty!!!!'
Heath laughed. 'Sure hunny! Anything for my favourite girl'
Once they had got their ice cream they sat on a swing, Maltida resting on Heath's lap laughing and joking about the most psychadelic and weird things that Heath realised, only a child could think of. White chocolate moons, glitter stars and strawberry flavoured shoelaces were the hot subject of convosation!
As Heath held Maltida in his arms, he realised that she was the only thing he needed...and without her.....well he could never leave this little troublemaker!'
'Love you Daddy!'
'Love you too sweetie.....
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Memories, Heath noticed. tended to enter his mind more and more with each empty day he didnt see Maltida.
'Sigh.....Gotta get moving I guess'
Heath went into the bedroom, and pulled out a casual outfit from his closet - blue jeans and a sporty hoodie - in order to make it to the studio. Grabbing his leather jacket, he quickly went into the bathroom again to wash his face and brush his teeth.
Upon exiting the bathroom, he scanned the apartment. It was messy, chaotic and dirty but he promised himself he would clean it later when he got back.
'God when you get back, clean your god dam shit up!'
Running out of the door, he passed the hall table - opened up the 3 bottles of drugs that he needs to stop anxiety and help him sleep and took a couple with a slug of old water from a glass nearby before setting down the bottles again
'Ugh....gross...'
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
'Man oh man...that was so much fun!!!! Vernon! Hah what a man! Must remind him how much hes cheered me up today......Oh darn it, need to clean....meh it can wait....Gotta watch that resource film that he gave me - BLAH BLAH BLAH research more on the character BLABBA BLABBA hehe...'
Heath had come back from a tiring rehersal session, only to find out that he had to watch a 3 hour informative film on the basis of his character 'YAWNNNN'
After putting the dvd in his player, he kicked off his shoes, and plonked himself down on the bed - anxiety and sleeping tablets, along with watered down beer in hand. Heath felt a headache arriving due to the evergrowing worry of his daughter - so he took some anxiety tablets to ease the pain.
'Ahhhh Hopefully I'lll feel better soon. Then I will ring sweetpea up, see how shes doing....'
It seems that he had forgotten the 2 tablets he had taken before leaving the house - he was in such a state....in such a rush....why would he remember?
2 hours had drifted by...the beer had been drank and the informative film was not being watched by Heath anymore - instead the Comedy Channel.
'haha this is great' Heath laughed....tears streaming down his cheeks. 'Man this is the best laugh I've had in ages!!!!!'
Suddenly Heath began to feel tired, an overwhelming sense of joy leaving his body...he needed some sleep. 'I won't be in any good mood tomorrow if I dont go snoozies now....'
He decided not to sleep under the covers that night - too hot and muggy, despite it being winter. Heath turned towards his bedside table taking a swig of water, downing one more anxiety pill and two sleeping pills
'this will help me relax *yawn*....Good night Heathy....o jeez, I just said goodnight to myself.......sadass...'
And with that, he turned and rested on the bed, stomach - flat, dirty blonde hair covered his face, hiding rich, intense brown eyes and soft red lips - same old rountine.
..................Old tears suddenly became new wounds
..................Memories suddenly became blank and forgotten
..................Heartbreak suddenly became heart-stop
..................Heath Ledger suddenly became an angel
And through the icy open window, a breeze left the apartment....another destined soul making its angelic way to heaven.
R.I.P Heath Ledger
Im so sorry if this offended you
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I know I'm a little late for this but seriously...wow.
That was wonderful. Really brought back memories of his gift. You certainly have a talent for getting into people's heads.
Serious, congratulations on this. I know it's a long time coming but you deserve it.
That was wonderful. Really brought back memories of his gift. You certainly have a talent for getting into people's heads.
Serious, congratulations on this. I know it's a long time coming but you deserve it.