How's it gonna be?

By: Rogue8

Hi all! It's been a while since my last story, but it's not because i'm to lazy to type them, honest! I'm going to tell you all that I have no clue why I'm writing this, It might have something to do with candy canes and cappachino, which I can't spell. Reverse metabolism or something, I don't know. Some parts of the song are probably wrong, I was trying to type it while I listned to the cd cause I lost that little booklet thing. Oh well. On to everyone's favorite part, the

DISCLAIMER!: Marvel own them, I don't, Third Eye Blind owns the song, but I do have the cd.

I'm only fairly sure
That I cant take anymore
before you take a swing
I wonder what are we fighting for?
when I say out loud
I wanna get out of this
I wonder is there anything I'm gonna miss

She sat in silence in the back of the church. She wouldn't let them see the tears that stung the back of her eyes, wouldn't let them see her pain. She burried it deep down inside herself. There would be time for crying later. Maybe.

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I wonder how's it gonna be
when you don't know me
how's it gonna be
when you're sure I'm not there
how's it gonna be
when there's no one there to talk to
between you and me
how's it gonna be
how's it gonna be

She carefully pulled closed and locked the door behind her. She walked to her dresser and opened in, pulling from under her clothes the knife she had taken from the kitchen the night after he died. She looks at it carefully under the light, almost as if she was still deciding if she should go through with it. There's a single tear on her cheek as she makes her decision.

where we used to laugh
there's a shouting match
sharp as a thumbnail scratch
a silence i can't ignore
like the hamock by the doorway
we spent time in swings empty
don't see lightning like last fall
when it was always about to hit me

She slowly pushes the cold steel into her wrist and her blood begins to drip onto the carpet. she tries to think back to her childhood, the childhood she never really had.

i wonder how's it gonna be
when it goes down
how's it gonna be
when you're not around
how's it gonna be
when there's nothing
between you and me
and how's it gonna be
when you don't know me anymore
and how's it gonna be

*that's strange.* she thought as she falls softly onto the thick carpeting, *I can't remember my family. Not what they looked like, not their names, nothing.* A small laugh escapes her lips.

want to get myself back in again
the soft dive of oblivion
i want to tast the salt of your skin
the soft dive of oblivion
oblivion

She's slightly aware of someone knocking on her door, but not concious enough to keep up the psi-shield she always worked so hard to maintain. *they never knew what we had, ev. If they did they would have thought it nothing more than a silly crush, they never would have known the truth. But they'll know the truth soon enough, and we'll be together forever* Just as she finished the thought she slipped from conciousness, not knowing angelo had heard everything she had thought.

how's it gonna be
when you don't know me anymore
how's it gonna be
how's it gonna be

Not noticing when he burst into her room to find her lying there dieing. Not noticing when he knelt down and picked her up, calling for help. Not noticing when he wispered in her ear, "Please don't die chica, please don't die."

Bet you all thought I'd tell you who it was at the end, didn't you? Don't worry, I'm not sure yet either.
If you want me to write part two, email me at firefly254@hotmail.com, tell me what you think, who you think it should be, anything.
I know it was short, but the next one will probably be longer.