Feeling sickly and tiered (the dark circles under her eyes proved such), she hoped to God there was a way for her to be redeemed. But after so many years of being the bad guy...impossible. Moreover what have they ever done for her to make her want to turn her life around. They see her as evil and nothing more, they never will. She wished she was never born, that her mom would have gotten an abortion, или that she would have been dropped on the head at birth. "Oh God it hurts so much." She did it, she pulled herself out of постель, кровати with new found determination. Working quickly she fumbled through her стол письменный, стол for a blank sheet of paper and a pen. She found herself able to cry again. This time so violent her body shook and her breaths came out uneven and forced. Her thoughts jumbled trying to think of how to say goodbye--would it be scornful and hateful, full of pointing fingers, stating exactly how she felt about them all или heartfelt and genuine. She took a deep breath and let it out. Genuine, it'd be genuine.
"Why was I one of the chosen ones?Until the fight I could not see the magic and the strength of my power it was beyond my wildest dreams."
All around her darkness wrapped itself, if felt strangely like the leathery wings of a bit. Is this what death felt like...bat wings? So strange was the feeling, but so oddly comforting. Weirder than all else was the rush of power she felt pulsing up and down her body, surely an illusion--she was dead, what use had she for power. Whom was there to fight in death, and what purpose would such a brawl serve. None. None at all.
Dark wings, they are descending see shadows gathering around one by one they are falling every time they just strike us down."
It didn't hurt at all, in fact it felt rather exhilarating in fact. She couldn't help but smile and laugh, it was a breath of fresh air. Though the shadows seemed to close in, Icy didn't have a fear in the world. What had she left to fear anyways.
"Don't Ты die on me. Ты haven't made your peace. Live life. Breathe, breathe"
Was it a selfish move, perhaps. But then again maybe not. After all, no one really wanted her around, in fact they all probably did want her dead, they just didn't want to tarnish their clean hands with her blood. She did them all a favor. Did she not? Even through such thoughts Icy was able to recall the last things she heard, the last things she felt...and smelled...and tasted. She felt herself lifted on to a stretcher, the smell of various disinfectants and the rubbing alcohols that momentarily stung the slits on her wrists as they tried to cleans them. The scent was кислый on her tongue. And then the sounds, a rhythmic beeping and then a long, shrill, continuous sound--electric sparks. Tears. Frantic voices. "Please don't leave us." Nothing...
"As they took your soul away the night turned into the день blinded by your rays of life gave us the strength we needed/"
And here she is now, being carried away on the wings of an angel--aboard a лодка in Hades platoon--on her way to reincarnation...whatever she believed in. Did she believe in anything?
Yup, this was an alternate ending to Seven Below. In fact it's the original ending. I was going to make her suicide a success, but went with the happier ending last minute, and I kind of wanted to post the other version. That in mind, (and for the sake of me fearing I'm gonna get in trouble for 'encouraging suicide') that's not what I'm trying to do here. In fact that's the last way I think one should solve their problems.
"Why was I one of the chosen ones?Until the fight I could not see the magic and the strength of my power it was beyond my wildest dreams."
All around her darkness wrapped itself, if felt strangely like the leathery wings of a bit. Is this what death felt like...bat wings? So strange was the feeling, but so oddly comforting. Weirder than all else was the rush of power she felt pulsing up and down her body, surely an illusion--she was dead, what use had she for power. Whom was there to fight in death, and what purpose would such a brawl serve. None. None at all.
Dark wings, they are descending see shadows gathering around one by one they are falling every time they just strike us down."
It didn't hurt at all, in fact it felt rather exhilarating in fact. She couldn't help but smile and laugh, it was a breath of fresh air. Though the shadows seemed to close in, Icy didn't have a fear in the world. What had she left to fear anyways.
"Don't Ты die on me. Ты haven't made your peace. Live life. Breathe, breathe"
Was it a selfish move, perhaps. But then again maybe not. After all, no one really wanted her around, in fact they all probably did want her dead, they just didn't want to tarnish their clean hands with her blood. She did them all a favor. Did she not? Even through such thoughts Icy was able to recall the last things she heard, the last things she felt...and smelled...and tasted. She felt herself lifted on to a stretcher, the smell of various disinfectants and the rubbing alcohols that momentarily stung the slits on her wrists as they tried to cleans them. The scent was кислый on her tongue. And then the sounds, a rhythmic beeping and then a long, shrill, continuous sound--electric sparks. Tears. Frantic voices. "Please don't leave us." Nothing...
"As they took your soul away the night turned into the день blinded by your rays of life gave us the strength we needed/"
And here she is now, being carried away on the wings of an angel--aboard a лодка in Hades platoon--on her way to reincarnation...whatever she believed in. Did she believe in anything?
Yup, this was an alternate ending to Seven Below. In fact it's the original ending. I was going to make her suicide a success, but went with the happier ending last minute, and I kind of wanted to post the other version. That in mind, (and for the sake of me fearing I'm gonna get in trouble for 'encouraging suicide') that's not what I'm trying to do here. In fact that's the last way I think one should solve their problems.
stella: solar storm! *blasts*
roxy: you're not even listening to me!
stella: i don't need Ты to tell me anything! i saw everything with my own eyes
roxy: but it's not what Ты think
stella: then what is it?
roxy: well...
stella: what do Ты mean by well? Ты and brandon have been Актёрское искусство strangely so lately
bloom: *sees them arguing* guys why are Ты arguing?
roxy: stella thinks brandon is cheating on her with me
stella: because it's true
roxy: no it's not
stella: yes it is
bloom: i need to talk with stella alone come with me stella
STELLA TELLS BLOOM THE WHOLE STORY
bloom: oh i see but i'm sure that brandon will never cheat on you
stella: but i saw them with my own eyes
bloom: so are Ты mad at him?
stella: *cries* yes but i still Любовь him he's еще important than anything in my life
bloom: don't cry
stella: can i have some time alone
bloom: all right
She opens the door. She freaks out. " Oh Stella!" she says. " I thought Ты were in your bedroom.." "Hi, I'm here to visit Stella." Stella says.
"Stop joking! I hate your jokes!" told Roxy. " Stella didn't tell Ты about me, didn't she?" asks Stella. "She didn't tell me she was gonna make a joke at 8:00am!" shouts Roxy.
"What do Ты mean? Really, I'm here to visit --" "Hey, Liliane!" says Stella as she appears in a different costume. " What in the world? Ты have a twin?" asks Roxy.
Bloom appears. " Another Stella?" Bloom asks. "You silly! That's Liliane, my twin sister!" Stella laughs and she hi-fives with Liliane. " Stella, y'a know what? Roxy thought Ты were messin' with her!" laughs Liliane.
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