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, hoặc 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 giường with new found determination. Working quickly she fumbled through her bàn 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 hoặc 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 bởi 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 bạn die on me. bạn 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 chua 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 ngày blinded bởi 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 thuyền 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 bởi 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 bạn die on me. bạn 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 chua 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 ngày blinded bởi 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 thuyền 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.
i dont own anything
It's a brand new day
The sun is high up in the sky
One thêm adventure
We must be ready for the fight
Together we're stronger
And that's why we will always win
We'll face the danger
This time we're gonna save the world
And just like last time
We're gonna wipe away the dark
We gotta make it
No time to hesitate
But still...
Sometimes I look at myself
I wonder
Will I be strong enough?
And will I make it to the end?
My Những người bạn keep tellin' me
You're the one
Who can do the incredible things bạn do?
You're the best
And baby bạn deserve the gift bạn have
(Can't bạn see)
bạn are strong
bạn fight against the demons every day
You're a star
Remember where bạn come from, who bạn are
Come tham gia us!
(Winx)
It's a brand new day
The sun is high up in the sky
One thêm adventure
We must be ready for the fight
Together we're stronger
And that's why we will always win
We'll face the danger
This time we're gonna save the world
And just like last time
We're gonna wipe away the dark
We gotta make it
No time to hesitate
But still...
Sometimes I look at myself
I wonder
Will I be strong enough?
And will I make it to the end?
My Những người bạn keep tellin' me
You're the one
Who can do the incredible things bạn do?
You're the best
And baby bạn deserve the gift bạn have
(Can't bạn see)
bạn are strong
bạn fight against the demons every day
You're a star
Remember where bạn come from, who bạn are
Come tham gia us!
(Winx)
Hey there! I didn't know where I should write this story, so I'll do it here, 'cause it has probably something to do with fairies. Hope bạn enjoy!
Sometimes I wish I never went to that hoa shop. But hoa are my passion. I was always the first to know if there was a new store in town. And so I did go. For the flowers. And now I'm here. Without flowers. Without having any idea where here is. Without something that's alive. Only darkness. I feel like I wilt, like my yêu thích rose when my mother had put him in the basement. As I think of it, it was that rose. White as snow, but his scent .... It reminded me of darkness. And now I sit here in the dark. No light, no trickle. I wilt. Wither my mind. What happened?
If bạn guys like it, I'll continue. But first I need to finish Faries, Witches, Specialists And tình yêu and finish my homework. Lot to do. Maybe see y'all in the tiếp theo chapter, hoặc in another story.
xxx
Sometimes I wish I never went to that hoa shop. But hoa are my passion. I was always the first to know if there was a new store in town. And so I did go. For the flowers. And now I'm here. Without flowers. Without having any idea where here is. Without something that's alive. Only darkness. I feel like I wilt, like my yêu thích rose when my mother had put him in the basement. As I think of it, it was that rose. White as snow, but his scent .... It reminded me of darkness. And now I sit here in the dark. No light, no trickle. I wilt. Wither my mind. What happened?
If bạn guys like it, I'll continue. But first I need to finish Faries, Witches, Specialists And tình yêu and finish my homework. Lot to do. Maybe see y'all in the tiếp theo chapter, hoặc in another story.
xxx
flora: helia come on i thought we could tell each other everything.
helia was dreading it now.
helia; ok but over bữa tối, bữa ăn tối yeah?
flora looked at helia frustratingly. it was clear that she wanted to now and helia knew flora was like this.
flora: ok sure but promise bạn will tell me?
helia: yeah promise.
and kissed flora's cheek. but softly and lightly. flora got worried now as she ordered and helia ordered she kept thinking what was the bad news helia had.
and was it something to do with her/
helia was dreading it now.
helia; ok but over bữa tối, bữa ăn tối yeah?
flora looked at helia frustratingly. it was clear that she wanted to now and helia knew flora was like this.
flora: ok sure but promise bạn will tell me?
helia: yeah promise.
and kissed flora's cheek. but softly and lightly. flora got worried now as she ordered and helia ordered she kept thinking what was the bad news helia had.
and was it something to do with her/