Forever Leaves You Hanging – Sequel to Dick Move, Einstein

Heyyy (:

Rhiannon Parker is back! If you haven't read 'Dick Move, Einstein', may I suggest that you fuck off and read that first, cos otherwise this will make zero sense :P If you remember, at the end of DME, Rhia had just jumped off a cliff cos she didn't like life without Daaaamon. Well, obviously, her suicide attempt failed, seeing as I'm writing another whole fucking story about her (: I can't guarantee how often I will update, as my memory stick has gone walkies so it's gonna be more difficult to transfer my (amazing, fantabulous) work from the slow, crappy computer upstairs where I write it to the fast, marvy laptop. I apologise. But this is my Christmas present to you (:

My other TVD fic 'The Other Brother' is currently on hold, cos I am losing my muse for that story ): I will be updating my new HP fic 'Trying And Failing Not To Fall For You' as often as I can (which wont be often) – that fic is good for Ginny/Harry haters and McFly lovers (: Also, I have put up a TVD comedy one-shot called 'Damsel in Distress and Damon in a Dress'- check it out (:

To the bottom! Whooosh!

Peace, Love, Damon and Tom Fletcher

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Saskia

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_Preface – Falling Angel_

Freefalling to my death. People say that in the face of death, your life flashes infront of your eyes. I never believed it. I always thought that when you die, you didn't think. I just happens – the end of the road, the road that leads to nowhere. I was proved wrong. Time slowed down as images flashed through my mind. It was like film running across my eyes – me watching my own life in the third person.

She moves to Florida with her parents, laughing and smiling as she boards the plane, the plane that will take her far away from rainy England, bidding goodbye to her previous life.

Joining her new school and instantly becoming the centre of attention – the new toy, the novelty. Settling in easily, having the time of her life.

- People worshipping the ground she walked on, people following her, people falling at her feet in their bid to be popular, to be part of Rhia's crowd.

Slowly being shunted backwards – no longer the new toy, the novelty. Still being happy, but in a different way.

The crash, and her parents being ripped out of her life permanently. The tears she never shed, and all the people she left behind. Moving in with Jenna, and her life changing again.

Finding her feet in this new world. Making friends, but slowly. Adjusting, but slowly. The she met him, and she hated his guts.

Gradually getting to know him. Getting closer to him; friends at first, but then she fell for him, and learnt to love and trust him, depending on him.

Kissing him for the first time. The sweet taste of his lips on hers, and the feeling of being loved, his arms around her, never wanting to let him go.

Being with him everyday, knowing that he cared, knowing that she could share her soul with him. Then, a year ago, the day he left…

No. I cut the movie short, before I could see my downward spiral, the events that had brought me here, to the clifftop. I pulled back the illusion of kissing him, and it had never felt more real. His anguished cry as I fell still echoed in my mind, and I wondered if I had imagined that too. Maybe I was already dead. I realised with a start that I didn't want this. When I had seen him, my life had restarted – I had felt my heart jump in my chest. Oh well. The images and illusions made me not mind that I was dying – it was a price worth paying.

I had never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love…seemed like a good way to go.

Oh please, Rhiannon. Seriously? You're falling to your death, and you're quoting Twilight? Really, kid? You of all people should know that that book is a load of bull-crap. Jesus, girl, you have issues. Well, of course I have issues. I just threw myself of a cliff because the guy I love left me for my own good, even though I don't actually wanna die. And now, I'm having a conversation with my own head. Yes I do have issues. Bring on the straight jacket and padded walls. Thankyou very much. A small hysterical giggle escaped my lips.

Time seemed to be passing so slowly. Was I even falling? I seemed to have a soundtrack playing in my head – a different song for each period of my life. Jesus of Surburbia played through my departure from England, and that turned into Welcome to the Black Parade when my parents died. That faded into Good Riddance (Time of Your Life), which in turned morphed into Please Don't Leave Me. Now? It was playing Tourniquet.

I tried to kill the pain, But only brought more

Strangely apt.

I'm dying, Praying, Bleeding, And screaming, Am I too lost to be saved, Am I too lost?

I twisted in the air and saw Damon's face blossom into my vision. He seemed to be screaming my name. I really was delusional. My heart melted as I reached out to my falling angel. His face was the last thing I saw, and I hit the water smiling.

My wounds cry for the grave, My soul cries, For deliverance, Will I be denied, Christ, Tourniquet, My suicide.

What do you think? Let me know….and Merry Christmas!