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Author's note: YAY! My 2nd fic! I hope u like it. I will send in a chap. And once I get enough reviews get another out ASAP!!! I will be making this up as I go so when u review please give me some ideas! Aww! Isn't this cute? Sorry if the italics don't work!
She sat on the cold, wet grass. She let the rain pour against her crying face. The air was cold, it didn't care much about her, but kept trying to nudge her up, up on to her sore, hurt feet. She continued sobbing through the night, not wanting to move. Was it her fault? Did she do it? Did she gulp want to? She asked herself these questions, crying the whole time. She stared at the gravestone behind her, as if hoping for an answer. It stayed silent.
She loved him, but hated her. Always stealing him away. Most guys would like to have girls fight over them, she thought. But he didn't, He didn't like it one bit. It wasn't his fault, no, it couldn't be. But her? As she looked around the graveyard she knew it was true. It was her. No! NO! She screamed the words in her head. She didn't want to believe it, she couldn't believe it, but she did.
Was she jealous? Or was it an accident? She couldn't tell. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't her fault, it was the evil 'special' one that she greatly hated. Her teary eyes filled with fury as she thought about her. She constantly lied to herself saying it was her fault he was dead, gone forever, not her own. She couldn't take it. She had run here to the graveyard so she could be with him, just a little longer. She wanted to die as well; death didn't seem as bad anymore. There were worse things. She tried suicide, many times in fact. Drowning, stabbing, burning, anything. She couldn't completely kill herself. So she tortured herself. She tortured her by cuts so deep they bled on and on. She didn't care. There was only one person she cared about and it wasn't herself. That person was gone and he wasn't coming back.
She, the one with dark black hair so much like her own,, it was her fault! No. She couldn't live with lies anymore. She couldn't kill herself, yet she couldn't live. Did she kill ?
A/N continued: MWAHAHAHA! Man I suck at cliffhangers. Oh well! I will reveal the names next chap! Sadly, I myself do not know which girl is which sniff. Tell me what you think in the reviews! I'm sorry but I don't cuss. If you find the spot where I almost did, It sounds really bad because it was hard to find an alternative without giving the name. Aww! Wheeee!
Author's note: YAY! My 2nd fic! I hope u like it. I will send in a chap. And once I get enough reviews get another out ASAP!!! I will be making this up as I go so when u review please give me some ideas! Aww! Isn't this cute? Sorry if the italics don't work!
She sat on the cold, wet grass. She let the rain pour against her crying face. The air was cold, it didn't care much about her, but kept trying to nudge her up, up on to her sore, hurt feet. She continued sobbing through the night, not wanting to move. Was it her fault? Did she do it? Did she gulp want to? She asked herself these questions, crying the whole time. She stared at the gravestone behind her, as if hoping for an answer. It stayed silent.
She loved him, but hated her. Always stealing him away. Most guys would like to have girls fight over them, she thought. But he didn't, He didn't like it one bit. It wasn't his fault, no, it couldn't be. But her? As she looked around the graveyard she knew it was true. It was her. No! NO! She screamed the words in her head. She didn't want to believe it, she couldn't believe it, but she did.
Was she jealous? Or was it an accident? She couldn't tell. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't her fault, it was the evil 'special' one that she greatly hated. Her teary eyes filled with fury as she thought about her. She constantly lied to herself saying it was her fault he was dead, gone forever, not her own. She couldn't take it. She had run here to the graveyard so she could be with him, just a little longer. She wanted to die as well; death didn't seem as bad anymore. There were worse things. She tried suicide, many times in fact. Drowning, stabbing, burning, anything. She couldn't completely kill herself. So she tortured herself. She tortured her by cuts so deep they bled on and on. She didn't care. There was only one person she cared about and it wasn't herself. That person was gone and he wasn't coming back.
She, the one with dark black hair so much like her own,, it was her fault! No. She couldn't live with lies anymore. She couldn't kill herself, yet she couldn't live. Did she kill ?
A/N continued: MWAHAHAHA! Man I suck at cliffhangers. Oh well! I will reveal the names next chap! Sadly, I myself do not know which girl is which sniff. Tell me what you think in the reviews! I'm sorry but I don't cuss. If you find the spot where I almost did, It sounds really bad because it was hard to find an alternative without giving the name. Aww! Wheeee!