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Between The Raindrops
Mercury Blue
mercuryblue_22@hotmail.com
Rated R
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Goddamnit. I'm so sick of this bullshit. This really isn't fair!
It's not.
Oh, be quiet. I know what you're thinking. Something's wrong with Amy-
she's *cursing*. She *never* curses.
Yeah?
Am I right?
Well, fuck you.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. It's just, I'm so *tired*.
So exhausted. So emotionally strained. You have no idea.
How could you?
Why does she get all the happiness? Can somebody tell me that please? I'd
really like to know! Why is it she gets all the love, she gets all the
happiness? Why are we left with crumbs?
You must know what I'm talking about- how could you not? She, and her great
boyfriend, and her perfect life make me sick. When I see them together, all
I really want to do is puke. Somehow, I get the feeling it would be a more
pleasant sight to our friends, anyways, then the sight of them sucking face
for another moment. God. Get a room.
Tramp.
No. No, I'm sorry, I take that back. Sour grapes, I guess. I'm sorry.
I've just had a rough day. One of those days where all you can do is feel
sorry for yourself because nothing seems to go right.
It finally hit me.
Today. I was sitting on a park-bench, Raye next to me, Luna on my shoulder.
They were standing at the bank of the nearby river, holding hands. Like
always. So happy. All I could think of was how sweet they were, how happy
they were going to be in the future, how beautiful their child. And it hit
me. Hard. Right across the face.
I would never have that.
My future holds no happy life, no children. I am going to spend the rest of
my life, alone, protecting *her*.
It's not fair.
It's not fair at all.
I hate being a Sailor Scout.
Okay, okay. I don't *hate* it. It's just- sometimes, all I want is to be a
normal teenager. To feel love, to be kissed. To have a boyfriend without
him being dragged away by some evil force.
Oh, yeah. That's laughable, isn't it? The one boyfriend I ever had, the one
guy who ever showed *any* interest in me, and he turned into a giant warrior,
a rainbow-crystal carrier with a taste for my blood. That was pleasant. Of
course, no sooner do I get him back, then I lose him.
Yeah, yeah. I know. He came back once. Once.
But then, I didn't have much time with him then, either. Wouldn't you know
that Darien would choose that week to become evil, and want Greg for his
Nega-purposes? Of course. Because everything revolves around him, and his
precious little Princess. Even my life.
I don't hate them. I don't. They're like family to me- I'd die for them.
But do I have to give my life?
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Author's Note:
Yes, this was a weird one. The idea just hit me, and I couldn't shake it.
So, well, here ya go. A bit of hidden Amy bitterness. Skippy!
Oh, and I don't own the characters. Really. I don't.
Between The Raindrops
Mercury Blue
mercuryblue_22@hotmail.com
Rated R
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Goddamnit. I'm so sick of this bullshit. This really isn't fair!
It's not.
Oh, be quiet. I know what you're thinking. Something's wrong with Amy-
she's *cursing*. She *never* curses.
Yeah?
Am I right?
Well, fuck you.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. It's just, I'm so *tired*.
So exhausted. So emotionally strained. You have no idea.
How could you?
Why does she get all the happiness? Can somebody tell me that please? I'd
really like to know! Why is it she gets all the love, she gets all the
happiness? Why are we left with crumbs?
You must know what I'm talking about- how could you not? She, and her great
boyfriend, and her perfect life make me sick. When I see them together, all
I really want to do is puke. Somehow, I get the feeling it would be a more
pleasant sight to our friends, anyways, then the sight of them sucking face
for another moment. God. Get a room.
Tramp.
No. No, I'm sorry, I take that back. Sour grapes, I guess. I'm sorry.
I've just had a rough day. One of those days where all you can do is feel
sorry for yourself because nothing seems to go right.
It finally hit me.
Today. I was sitting on a park-bench, Raye next to me, Luna on my shoulder.
They were standing at the bank of the nearby river, holding hands. Like
always. So happy. All I could think of was how sweet they were, how happy
they were going to be in the future, how beautiful their child. And it hit
me. Hard. Right across the face.
I would never have that.
My future holds no happy life, no children. I am going to spend the rest of
my life, alone, protecting *her*.
It's not fair.
It's not fair at all.
I hate being a Sailor Scout.
Okay, okay. I don't *hate* it. It's just- sometimes, all I want is to be a
normal teenager. To feel love, to be kissed. To have a boyfriend without
him being dragged away by some evil force.
Oh, yeah. That's laughable, isn't it? The one boyfriend I ever had, the one
guy who ever showed *any* interest in me, and he turned into a giant warrior,
a rainbow-crystal carrier with a taste for my blood. That was pleasant. Of
course, no sooner do I get him back, then I lose him.
Yeah, yeah. I know. He came back once. Once.
But then, I didn't have much time with him then, either. Wouldn't you know
that Darien would choose that week to become evil, and want Greg for his
Nega-purposes? Of course. Because everything revolves around him, and his
precious little Princess. Even my life.
I don't hate them. I don't. They're like family to me- I'd die for them.
But do I have to give my life?
----------------------finis------------------------
Author's Note:
Yes, this was a weird one. The idea just hit me, and I couldn't shake it.
So, well, here ya go. A bit of hidden Amy bitterness. Skippy!
Oh, and I don't own the characters. Really. I don't.
