From Predestination to Trash Bins
By Princess Taranda (princesstaranda@yahoo.com)
*Part 1 – Predestination
Often, my emotions switch. One day, I'm sweet, lovable Hannah. Other days, I scare my parents into worry. My religion is my life. How could I change what God meant to be?
Once, in school, I was taught that certain religions believed in predestination, that when you were born you were already destined for either heaven or hell. And that was where you were meant to be. But I didn't believe this until the positions of the planets lined so that I could find that destination. The right way to live my life.
No! My parents would cry. Hannah, you've got to stop! But eventually, they let me go. The day I left for good, my mother was sobbing, and my father stood forlorn next to her.
*Interlude*
Often, walking the streets can be lonely, when you are walking them by yourself.
*Part 2 – Little Girls*
Those two little girls. I watched them walk with the rest of their family. One was called Jodie, the other Jennie. The smaller of the two seemed a bit familiar, but why I am not sure. So innocent. I went over and mentioned ice cream. Her small eyes lit up. When no one was watching, I put her hand in mine and dragged her away.
*Interlude*
Sanity could disrupt the souls and wanderings of the psychopathic, mentally ill, and clinically depressed.
*Part 3 – Escape*
My parents were delighted to see me. They don't seem to suspect a thing. Good. This might work better than I had planned. Good thing the little girl, called Janie now, has been so easy to manipulate. Or have I always been wrong?
Could predestination be extinct? Could a girl of middle-class suburbia change her life around so quickly?
*Interlude*
What, exactly, is the meaning of life? And how do decisions affect life's outcome? And most importantly, does reincarnation exist? If so, maybe the innocence lost went to the little girl whose name is forgotten, for a second chance at a life.
*Part 4 – Finale*
Cold streets. Long nights. Infinite days. How long? Forgotten. Dirt and grease. No food. Hunger pains. Trash cans. Waste disposals. Dumpsters.
Loneliness. Fright. Sorrow. Misplaced souls. Tired. Nowhere to sleep. Nowhere to go.
If died tomorrow, will be reborn? Lucky girl. Wish was like her. Miss parents.
Goodbye.
-finis-
Makes little sense, right? I've attempted to weave through Hannah's sanity. In the first three parts, she is at a normal sanity level. Interludes are borderline insanity. And the end is the final grasp on living for Hannah. Still makes no sense? Figures.
I'll try it like this – I like open-ended fics with lots of room for interpretation. Does it help? Well, please review anyways. Thanks! ~Taranda