Bleeding Tears
Red and blue lights flashed around the neighborhood and sirens filled the air. Many confused people were standing in their driveways or on their balconies or porches, trying to figure out what was going on. Paramedics carried a covered stretcher out of an upbeat-looking house. Or it would have had the conditions been different from these. When it was brought towards the ambulance, a little four-year-old screeched, tears streaming down her face, and she tried to get past her neighbor, Judy Tate. "Mommy! Mommy!" The little girl cried, frantically trying to get to the ambulance. She had no clue what was going on, and Judy didn't want her to find out. It would break the girl's heart. As the emergency vehicle sped away, the young girl shrieked in anguish. Judy sighed and lifted the sobbing girl in her arms. She absently wondered what her husband was going to say when he got home with their son, who was barely a year older than the little girl in her arms.
"Shh..." She whispered, stroking the girl's hair. "Calm down, its okay...its okay, Ry..."
As her weeping slowly ceased, Ry looked up into Judy's blue eyes, trust and ache shining in her own watering ones. "Where's mummy going?" She slowly asked.
"I don't know right now, Ry, but its okay..." She sighed. "...I promise...everything will be fine..."
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Ten Years Later
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This world, this world is cold
But you don't, you don't have to go
You're feeling sad you're feeling lonely
And no one seems to care
You're mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bare
A lump of blankets groaned, an arm appearing near the bottom, searching for the sleep bottom on the alarm clock. Of course, it didn't find it, its owner having managed to get upside down sometime during the night. Or maybe she fell asleep that way, she could never remember falling asleep.
But we all bleed the same way as you do Hold on...if you feel like letting go
We all have the same things to go thru
Hold on...it gets better than you know
Your days you say they're way too long
And your nights you can't sleep at all
Hold on
And you're not sure what you're looking for
But you don't want to no more
And you're not sure what you're waiting for but you don't want to no more
Finally realizing the problem, she sat up, crawling the length of the bed, minding her right arm which was in a cast, and rubbing the sleep out of her eye. Then she commenced whacking the hell out of the alarm clock, trying to remember how to stop it. Pretty much a ritual to her. But whacking the alarm clock didn't help, considering she was missing the button by at least an inch. But frankly, she didn't care, she kinda liked this song. Sighing, she ceased the whacking and sat back on the bed, listening.
But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on...if you feel like letting go
Hold on...it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching it's not over...hold on
She sighed unhappily. This reminded her so much of her own life...
What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...what are you waiting for?
Hold on...if you feel like letting go
Hold on...it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching it's not over...
Hold on...if you feel like letting go
Hold on...it gets better than you know...hold on
"RY! BREAKFAST!" An annoyingly high and un-ignorable voice called from downstairs.
She blinked once more, yawned, and slid out of bed and felt a headache set it. But she was used to headaches; she'd been getting them a lot lately. Didn't know why, didn't really give two shits. Pressing the big sleep bottom and a little one beside it, she slowly walked out of her room wearing nothing but a long shirt that refused to stay on both her shoulders, stubbornly slipping off her shoulder about five seconds after she pushed it back up.
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Ten Years Ago
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Shadows flickered across the room every few seconds, each one caused by a differently colored light.
Red. Blue. White.
Red. Blue. White.
Red. Blue. White.
The little girl sat beside her mother's collapsed form, several small bottles of pills, most empty, one only about half empty. The girl had no idea what was going on, she just knew that her mother was hurt and wasn't supposed to be lying on the floor. She'd done what her father had told her to do if something bad happened, she dialed 911 on the phone.
Said her mum was lying face down on the floor. Little bottles around her. Her mum had told her she was going away for a while, to go up to her room. There was a thump about ten minutes later.
The little girl was a sobbing mess when the policeman knocked on the door. Because…well…well, she's four years old, for God's sake! She's worried about her mother!
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Present Time
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"I'll be down later, Emily! Just feed it to Michael! He'll each anything!" She called, trudging into the bathroom.
"Okay!"
"Thanks for the insult, Archer!" Another voice, this one male, called. "Oooo! Bacon!"
She giggled, snatching a towel off the counter and walking to the tub, dropping the towel on the floor beside it and shedding the shirt and stepping into the shower. She started the water, and scalding hot water immediately shot out. She shrieked and frantically tried to adjust the temperature, and cold water replaced the hot. She shrieked even louder and she heard faint laughing downstairs.
"TURN THE HOT WATER BACK ON, PARKER!" She screeched, and a moment later the water slowly began to warm again. She muttered swears under her breath as she fixed the temperature so it was lukewarm and stood facing away from the faucet as her previously bed head, poofy hair flattened and ran in long, black rivers down her back and shoulders. She felt two presences enter her mind. She examined her cast, a couple signatures scribbled on it, as her—one of her—bitbeasts spoke.
'Oy, Zen.'
'Hi Xircon...'
'How's your arm?'
'Fine.'
'Why you so gloomy?'
'No reason. Who came with you? Vaska or—'
'Akuma.'
'Go away onnisan.'
'What if I don't want to.'
'Go jerk off or something. Oh wait, I forgot, you can't cause you don't have your own body! Why'd your body have to die? Why'd I bother saving your bloody soul?..Xir, d'you know why I saved his bloody soul?'
'Don't pull me into this. Excuse me while I go chat with Vaska.'
The presence left her mind. She groaned inwardly.
'TRAITOR!' She mentally yelled after him.
'Don't blame him, sorella. He hates seeing us fight. Maybe we should act like twins are supposed to act.'
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Author's Note
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TR: Don't ask me why I ended it here.
Mal: Maybe cause you're lazy.
TR: Be quiet muse.
Mal: You be quiet.
Tess: Both of you be quiet.
Eclipse: Did Sarah ever introduce her muses? Mallory (snicker) and Teresa. Not her OC Teresa Hiwatari, her muse Teresa Combinaire. Both originally Harry Potter roleplay characters, but made to be original story characters as well.
Kage: Mallory is a bitch.
Mal: Hey—
Tess: You know, he's right. WE WERE ENGAGED, YOU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU HAVE JUST REALIZED YOU WERE BI AFTER YOU GOT AMNESIA!
Mal: (shrinks away)
Kage: Anyway, while the lovebirds are fighting, Eclipse is rambling about Tess and Mal, and Sarah is...um...
TR: Staring at the fight eating popcorn.
Kage: Ya, what she said, anyway...read and review please!
TR: Oh god he said please! IT'S A SIGN OF THE APOCLYPSE! HEAD FOR THE BUNKER!
Tess, Mal, Eclipse and TR: (hides under the couch)
Kage: (staring blankly at the couch) ...anyway...there'll be more actual original beyblade characters that Sarah doesn't own in the next chapter which isn't written yet even though the second last one is so...ya. R and R and see you next week!
PS: The next Fleeing from Hell chapter will be out soon. (smirks) And the next chapter to this one won't come out til I get...oh hell I want reviews so review for updates. FLAMES WILL ONLY RISE THE FLAMES THAT BURN THE BITCHES! Which in english is, flame me and I'll give about this much care for them. (holds up two fingers that are touching) That much. See? I won't give two shits about it. I won't even give one. Cause flames just prove what I always say: You can always get better at writing. I do this for my own entertainment, not flamers'. So FUCK YOU! and have a nice day!