Okay, i know i promised that i would update all my stories in these two days and im still missing like 8 but i got this idea last night and i anted to publish it s soon as i could! hope you like it!
P.s Anyone watching the Kerrang awards... I dislike you so much right now!
I hung my head low as I continued to get dragged down the extremely dull, and rather dirty, hallway. I stared up at my sisters with nothing but remorse in my innocent green eyes but they just shook it off; I had gone too far this time. It really wasn't my fault, I couldn't, and still can't, control it.
My journey was cut short when I fell to my knees in front of a huge oak desk. I hurried to stand up and nodded slightly at the pudgy redhead sitting behind the table. She looked up from her computer and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her sausage-like fingers.
"Ah, Ms. Utonium, I've been expecting you," she spoke, her man-like voice filling the empty room. I gulped loudly and mentally cursed all the comments that came to my head.
"As have I, Ms., I'm pretty sure it's miss with a body like that, Ms. Magenta." Angel spit out. I gasped and scolded him in my head.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Magenta! It wasn't me, I swear!" I muttered out, trying my best to make it sound believable. She cleared her throat and adjusted her small blazer.
"Mrs." She whispered just quietly enough for my super-hearing to pick up.
"Do you now see the predicament we have to constantly put up with, Mrs. Magenta?" Blossom spoke up, leaving me flabbergasted. I never knew she felt so strongly against my disorder... It really isn't my fault.
"Blossom, please..." Bubbles spat as she clutched her Octi tighter and glared at Blossom, who just shrugged her off completely. "That... Rude comment Buttercup made earlier wasn't her, Mrs. Magenta. It was Angel... I know the difference..."
Mrs. Magenta looked up at me with nothing but pure disgust in her eyes. "Oh, I know what her problem is..." She seethed, causing me too take a few steps back. That word... Problem... It is not a problem... What I have is an illness... I can get better! I really can...
"No you can't, you are never getting rid of me! I will always be here just like I always have been!" Angel piped up from inside of my head.
"Angel, please. She has enough stress on her hands, she doesn't need you adding to it." Emma said, countering him and elegantly telling him to shut up.
"Don't you fucking tell me what to do, bitch!" Angel screamed as he charged at her.
"No! Angel! Stop! Leave her alone!" I screamed out loud, trying to break up the fight that went on in my head. It wasn't long until I figured out that I had said that out loud and that the three pairs of eyes in the room were on me.
Mrs. Magenta pressed her sausage finger on the intercom button and called one of the staff in next to her. "Start saying goodbye, Buttercup." She muttered.
I turned around to see Blossom already more than halfway down the long corridor to leave this horrid hell hole. The sight brought a heavy feeling to my heart and I had to struggle to hold in my tears. I always used to think that Blossom was the reasonable one...
My eyes then drifted and met with Bubbles' light blue ones. They were red and puffy from the crying she had been doing throughout this whole "endeavor," if you could even call it that.
"I- Buttercup!" She screeched as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and continued to cry. I gulped and hugged her back just as tight, if not more. "I want you to know that I am going to visit you everyday! I... Here..." She sniffled and wiped the tears from her face before handing me the object that she held so near and dear to her heart her whole life.
"You-you're giving us Octi?" Emma breathed out. I let her bond with Bubbles whenever she was out. They were the best of friends.
"Yes, Emma." Bubbles responded as she took note in the change of eye color and tone of voice. "Take care of him!" She whispered as she hugged us. I smiled sadly as Emma wept on Bubbles' shoulder.
"Come on, Bubbles." Blossom called impatiently from behind her. Bubbles glared at Blossom and went back to hugging Emma.
"I got this under control, Ms. Utonium." One of the big body guards muttered as he pulled Bubbles from Emma and flung her over his shoulder. I watched as he walked away with Bubbles and just as I was about to run after her the other guard grabbed me and held me back.
"Let go of me!" I screamed as I began to shoot lasers randomly at the wall. He chuckled darkly and before I knew it a sharp pain entered my arm and quickly spread throughout my body.
Everything became fuzzy and I wasn't sure if I was kicking and screaming or completely quiet. My eyelids became heavy and I tried my hardest to keep them open, yet they fought to stay closed. The voices, the throbbing, the massive headache; they were all too much to handle and before I knew it, I was passed out on the cold, hard floor.