Surprised that I am re-writing this? :o Yeah well, me too.. But I didn't really like how the first one turned out, so I changed a good bit of it, hoping that it will get better than the first one. Enjoy and let me know what you think~!


A story is never just a story. Every story has way more behind it than we people think, until we finished reading it. People have way more behind them as well. We don't figure them out until we decide to get to know them, and see what happens at the end of their lives, with all the magical moments in the past.
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She just sat on her bed, staring out in front of her as she softly sung a song, ignoring the shouting and screaming that came from downstairs. The cruel, furious screaming that came from her parents, the screams that never seemed to come to an end. They always fought, about the smallest things. If it was either a plate dropped on the floor or drink spilled on the counter, they would fight.

"Yesterday I died. Tomorrow's bleeding.."

No matter how often she tried to make them stop, they never wanted to listen to her. No matter how hard she cried, or begged or screamed. They would ignore her. It wasn't any use.

"Fall into your sunlight. The future's open wide. Beyond believing.."

Her parents always screamed how their only daughter was a mistake, how they wish she was never even born at all. But just a few years ago they loved her, she was their everything. The death of her grandmother changed it all, though. Ever since she died, father and mother didn't stop arguing.

"To know why hope dies, and losing what was found. A world so hollow.."

The young girl sitting on her bed closed her eyes, continued the soft singing and let the tears fall. The tears that belonged to all the hurt, to all the bruises covering her body. They belonged to every hope, every dream that was shattered. She didn't sob, she just let the tears flow.

"Suspended in a compromise, but the silence of the sound is soon to follow, somehow sundown.."

The small brunette slowly rose to her feet, walking out of her room with a weird stare in her eyes, not focusing on anything, but just walking, still singing softly as she walked past the arguing couple and out of the house, not bothering to put a jacket on. She was going to silence the sounds, maybe not for the world, but for her.

"And finding answers, is forgetting all the questions we call home…"

The stare never left her eyes as she slowly walked through the street her home was in. She ignored every look she got because it was freezing out, and she was walking there, in her pajamas on her bare feet. "Sweetie, you have to go inside, you'll get sick.. I-"

The old woman that lived a few houses away, looked after her, to stunned to make a move or to even say anything. Little Ellie Meyers never ignored people, and had never a stare in her eyes. The woman knew she should walk after her, but she couldn't. She couldn't move at all.

"Passing the graves of the unknown… As reason clouds my eyes with splendor fading, illusions of the sunlight, a reflection of a lie will keep me waiting…"

Tears still rolled down her face, some frozen to her pale cheeks as she made her way to the park, which was abandoned by all the people because of the cold and icy weather hanging in the air.

Ellie didn't care anymore. She didn't care about anything anymore. Things would soon be so much better.

The stare vanished from her eyes, but she still sung, she still walked. This was the only answer.

"With love gone for so long, and this day's ending, is the proof of time killing all the faith I know…"

Her feet stuck to the ground when she stood on the edge of it, her feet having no feeling anymore because of the cold, goose bumps all over her bruised arms, her bruised neck and even her stomach. She stared at the liquid underneath her, giving her back the reflection of her pale, wet face and the empty eyes that looked back at her. She didn't care. She once more looked at the still bloody scar on her jaw, taking a deep breath at the hatred of that memory.

"Knowing that faith is all I hold."

Singing. It helped her calm down. It was the only reason why she didn't sob. But she was shattered from the inside. Shattered to little pieces that couldn't be glued together. Too much things had happened. Too much.

She slowly lifted her feet from the ground and put it down on top of the water, feeling how cold it really was. It wasn't frozen yet, but it was cold enough to die in. Perfect.

She closed her eyes, took one last deep breath and let herself fall forward. She let the ice cold water hug her tightly, she felt stings in her head because of the cold. But it felt good. It felt good to know that all her problems would end soon.

Soon her troubles would be gone.

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Hospitals are known as the place where lives get saved. Where nothing is strange for a patient to have. Most of the time they have a way to fix it. A broken leg, a deep bleeding cut.. it's all pretty normal for the nurses and doctors that walk around the hallways. But it isn't so common when a boy runs through the doors with an unconscious, soaked girl in his arms, begging for help, the girl's body so white that it seems like she already died. But her heart was still beating, not wanting to give up, trying to fight for the healthiness of the body.

Doctors and nurses hurried over to the boy, who was just as soaked as the girl and take her over from him, hurrying her in a room where they hoped to cure her before it was too late for any kind of medicine.

One of the nurses stayed with the boy and his dog, who came running in a little bit later.

"You have to put some dry clothes on." The nurse said. "Come with me."

A few minutes later the boy was sitting in the waiting room, dressed in dry clothes a boy his age was willing to lend him, a boy who was in the hospital himself.

"I have to ask you a few questions," the nurse said, having the boy nod in response as he slowly moved his hand up and down the back of his dog, pulling the blankets close to him because he was extremely cold. "First, what's your name and age?"

"I'm Kendall Knight… 16 years old." The boy replied.

"Do you have any idea what happened to the girl or who she is?"

Kendall thought for a bit, looking at his dog. "I've seen her before. I know she's 14 years old, she's in my school, but we don't have any classes together. I see her walking through the hallways very often, all by herself. I think her name is Ellie… I have no clue about her last name. And all I saw that happened was that she stood on the edge of a lake and let herself fall forward… Is she going to be okay?" The blonde boy looked up at the nurse with a questioning look.

"She's suffering from hypothermia… we believe she will be fine." The nurse said. "You saved a life, Kendall."