Hey! It's Flying1999, and Nudge today.
Nudge: HI!
Me: To warn you, this story is kinda sad.
Nudge: Uh huh! It is kinda sad I can't believe you wrote it like this! You only mentioned me once! I like Nudge's songs better, that one was all about me, it even said so in the title!
Me: Done?
Nudge: Uh huh.
Me: Okay, start the song-ficcy action.
I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
More like just blinded.
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonightIt might not have been night. I wouldn't know. But I was racking my brain for a reason I was in my cage in the pitch black.
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the painThat wasn't unusual, but it wasn't pleasant. The pain was mostly in my head, my eyes.
How could this happen to me
But I didn't want it to have happened to Nudge, the youngest of the Flock at the time. I was only 5, but she was only 2.
I made my mistakes
I didn't. I had never done anything wrong.
Got no where to run
The twisted scientists wouldn't want me to have somewhere to run to.
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
That night never ended, not even to this day. I could feel my consciousness slipping when the pain in my head exploded that night.
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
This life, not being able to help because I didn't know exactly where people or the enemy was at. I wanted to scream, to end it, sometimes.
How could this happen to meHow, Jeb? You were there, trying to take care of me.
Everybody's screaming
My super hearing hurt me sometimes, when people wouldn't shut up, or when screams came from nearby dog crates.
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I was hanging to nothing, slowly falling into more nothing.
I wanna start this over againI never had anything to start with.
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
There was never that time.
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can'tMore like what the whitecoats had done.
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I didn't make any mistakes, none of my Flock did. But look where we ended up.
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
Even now, I'm fading, losing who I used to be.
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to meRemember what you told me when I was 3 Jeb? You said nothing extra bad would happen to me. Doesn't being blinded forever count?
I made my mistakes
The sad part is, it was a mistake. But not mine.
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
I'm 20 years old now; I've blind for ¾ of my life. I'm not married. I don't have children. The rest of the Flock had moved on, gotten a life. Max and Fang were together. Nudge and Gazzy were together. Angel had met a great guy at human high school.
But here I was, holding a knife to my neck. I was going to kill myself. I couldn't stand it, the pain, all of it. I let the knife slide, and I fell to the ground, the forever black even darker.
2 days later
Everyone was crying. I saw my body being put into the coffin. Yes, I saw that. There was another life, and I was glad I qualified.
Inside, I was sorry, I did this to them. But I also knew that I couldn't take it anymore down there.
Slightly transparent to I was, I floated down to Earth, the place I left. I touched down right behind Ella. I knew the air around me cooled a little, and it shocked her. Ella turned and gasped. Everyone else did the same. I could see it. I smiled, and went back up. This suited me much more.
There you go.
Nudge: I'm going to go eat lunch/ And then eat those cracker things shaped like fish, and then those pre-packaged cupcakes your mom got, oh, and then that root beer ice cream, and those Galaxy bars, your house has the best food ewver! Cause at the E-house we didn't have very much food so we were always knida hungry and
Me: OKAY! Pease review!
Nudge: AND you don't own the character Iggy, or me, even though I live at your house, and yo don't own James P., or what he owns, or Olympia, or
(I'm saving you from the rant by cutting this early. Review?)