A.N. 2/01/09 I decided to repost this, I guess :]

Rated: M for language and fighting

A.N. Well, I was getting unhappy with the lack of Demena stories for me to read (But I love all you Demena Shippers! XD), so… I decided to write one? Well, it's not great, but I tried…

"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love. -Mother Teresa

SPOV

Life has a way of giving you everything you've ever wanted, and taking it all away at the worst possible moment. Life gives you a pedestal for you to build on; a base on which to build your future. Then it takes the pedestal away, and causes everything you've built to break down on the ground as something worthless. Things that meant so much at the time, things that took years to construct, take away in a single instant, in a blink of an eye.

So, basically, life screws you.

I find myself wishing my life was back to the way it used to be, when I was the cheerful, innocent, encouraging teenager with the great family, an awesome best friend, and a promising future. I try to have hope, but I know that it's futile. How can I be optimistic? Optimism is a false form of security used to protect you from the cold hand of reality. I don't need optimism anymore, since I had already experienced the damn harshness of reality. I should've always known that you can't hide from the hard truth.

My perfect life just fell from my hands, and shattered into a million pieces; trying to pick them up caused me more pain, causing me too bleed inside and out. At first, I lived with it, because I had the greatest person by my side. The person that I had believed would stay by me forever, but I guess I was expecting too much. Or perhaps it was my fault for pushing that person away when I needed them the most or maybe I was to be at blame for relying too much on this person. My best friend.

This was all too much for me. Life is like an ocean. I was swimming in it so freely once before, with the sun beautifully set above me, and the water gently touching my arms. I should've, but I didn't, expect the storm. The storm that took away the sun and the calm, reliable seas. You can't control the ocean, even if you think you can. It's so unpredictable, and it's so… undependable. It's so variable, and I think I'm close to drowning. Life is so fragile, so strong. Life is time. You think you have enough, but you don't. And I think I'm running out of time. I'm just so… overwhelmed.

Now, I'm just wondering how it all came down to this. I'm questioning why I'm holding this silver-spitting viper in my hands. I'm wondering if this is worth it; if this is the only way to escape reality. And I assure myself that this is the best solution. But there is a small part of me that's screaming in my mind, telling me that this is the worst choice I'll ever make. That there is hope. Telling me to delve into my memories, that if I chose to die now, then to allow myself to remember how it got to all this. To remember her.

How did it come to this? It started only a month ago, or specifically, three weeks and a day ago. How can I ever forget that day? It is permanently lodged into my brain, the day that set off a chain of regrets and events that led to this. I can only stare at the gun as I recount that day, twenty-two days ago. The day after I turned seventeen. July 23rd, 2009.

The day I first learned that life screws… no… fucks you.

This is a quick introduction… I hoped you all liked it! Read and Review! Review so I can get the inspiration to type up the next chapter! I actually got high off of Lucky Charms cereal when I got the idea for this… Oh, right… DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FOR THEY BELONG TO DISNEY AND TO THEIR MOTHERS. Frick. This gets annoying. Don't blame me for the angst… R&R!