A/N: I am SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO sorry that I haven't updated any of my stories. I'm starting to think that they are rather idiotic. I don't know how often I'll be updating this, but I do find it interesting to write about. Please send me in a few reviews. If you do, I'll try to update as soon as possible. Thanks,
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Mina
P.S. I only am using the characters in this selected story. I'm not actually writing about them. They're just there to get a picture in your head of the characters that I see in the place of my characters in this story. Sorry if that's confusing. Thanks again. M
D: I don't own the characters in this, though I do claim the ideas and creative originality in it.
The Biggest Sacrifice I have made has been living.
To live is a terrible thing. It's breathing in air that's been rubbishly intoxicated by pollution; it's doing things, not because you want to, but because you have to…
It's also loving.
I know that by now you must think I'm crazy. Maybe you're right-I'm not all too sure right now. I most likely am. But that's enough thinking of that. For now at least. I would like to share something with you before I have to go. It's my story. Not my life story, not my love story, and not my fiction story. Just…my story.
I have breathed. I have breathed in the air that wasted away years ago. I have done. I have done things that I'm not too proud of but that I had to do. I have loved. Oh, how I have loved. But not in the way that you think.
I didn't love my mother-no, how could I? I most certainly did not love my father-I never even knew him. I did not love any of my boyfriends (if that's what you can call those futile creatures that pester you every waking day of their lives). But I did love…one person. And for them I practically gave my whole being.
I remember that night. It was late October. So long ago….I was only a teen then. I remember how a cold wind seemed to follow me wherever I went. Harrasing me in a playful manner. Did you know that I was there that night? The night that Billy Joe died?
He was walking through the park after dropping off Michelle-his girlfriend. Hands in pockets, he couldn't have known what was going on. He was innocent…at least he thought he was. But really he wasn't. No one is innocent. Only God is. And in this theory lies the true meaning of my words. He couldn't understand what kind of choice he had made in going out with "Shelly". He couldn't have understood that there was a reason the park looked so grave that night. He couldn't understand that it wasn't God's bidding that he died.
He most definitely could not have understood what was going on as the girl in black came towards him. Neither could I, really. He really couldn't understand why she had kissed him. He couldn't understand why there was something hidden in her cloak. He couldn't understand why she had killed him. But above all, he couldn't understand, even as the girl lifted her hood, that that girl……..
Was me.