The World She Thought She Knew
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. That is the work of the great genius/deity Tolkien. I don't own the title, either-my god, that's sad! The wonderful Bjam thought that up. Here's the real great part-I don't own the name Rayne, the wonderful Jess thought that one up. I feel terrible.
A/N: I've never written Lord of the Rings fanfiction before. Yes, I understand canon and respect it-this story is actually going to turn into a joke about what can happen if you break canon. I've read "The Official Fanfiction University of Middle Earth" and its sequel multiple times, so even if this is a piece of crap the one thing you can't accuse me of is not knowing the rules of fanfiction...
Dedication: This story is dedicated to Jess and Bjam for helping me with two fundamental things-a title and a main character.
What a day to kill myself, Rayne thought miserably. The sun was shining, the sky was an iridescent shade of blue. The leaves on the trees were shining like someone had threaded them with silver. Far off in the distance, she could see palm trees swaying in the breeze.
Rayne wanted to puke.
Just to be ironic, she started singing, under her breath: "The sun is shining, the grass is growing, the orange and palm trees sway..."
She finished off in a louder voice: "There's never been such a day in Beverly FUCKING Hills L.A!"
Breathing heavily, she pulled herself up onto the "W" in the Hollywood sign. She was pretty sure there was a law against actually being up here on the letters, but she figured: you know what? Fuck that. She wouldn't really have to worry about breaking the law soon, if everything went according to plan.
Long ago, she had been talking to a friend of hers. It was many years since, and she couldn't remember how the issue got brought up, but they had been discussing death. Out of the depths of memory, she remembered remarking that if their idea of heaven was Middle Earth, wouldn't you technically go to Middle Earth when you died?
Ever since then, she had wondered about the truth of her statement. And, of late, she had been wanting to test it. Her theory, forever, had always been that Paradise was only what you imagined it to be. If you pictured it to be all clouds and gold and angels and harps-so be it. To Rayne, Middle Earth was heaven. All parts of it-from the ethereal lights of Imladris, to the rustic beauty of the Shire, to the frosty heights of Caradhras-that was magic to her.
She thought back over her depressingly short life. She had applied to almost ten colleges that she knew had a good theatre program. Her friend had told her for years that she had damn well better have a backup plan if acting didn't work out, because she'd be out on the streets if she didn't.
Of course, like a moron, she had ignored Rebecca. She laughed off the warnings, saying "It'll work out. It's my dream! Dreams have to come true, if you want them bad enough." Well, now she was about to throw herself off the Hollywood sign. Because she didn't have a backup plan. She wished Becca could see her now...
Then again, she had always remarked to people that someday she would "jump the fuck off the Hollywood sign -- just to go out in a fiery bang, you know". Maybe this was her real dream, and she never realized it.
She really hoped this worked. She had dreaded for ages that she would try to kill herself and it wouldn't work, that she'd end up in the hospital...then the fucking therapy, then the fucking pills, all the fucking people watching her day and night to make sure she didn't try it again...no way, she wasn't going through that.
So how to do this? Headfirst? Just...jump? Cannonball? Belly flop?
She chuckled to herself. Wow, I'm a sick fuck, she thought. All the more reason to die!
Valar! Just get this over with!, she thought furiously to herself. So, slipping her hand into the pocket of her black pants to make sure she had her suicide note with her, she drew in one dizzy breath, turned around, and jumped backwards from one of the most famous sites in the world....
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. That is the work of the great genius/deity Tolkien. I don't own the title, either-my god, that's sad! The wonderful Bjam thought that up. Here's the real great part-I don't own the name Rayne, the wonderful Jess thought that one up. I feel terrible.
A/N: I've never written Lord of the Rings fanfiction before. Yes, I understand canon and respect it-this story is actually going to turn into a joke about what can happen if you break canon. I've read "The Official Fanfiction University of Middle Earth" and its sequel multiple times, so even if this is a piece of crap the one thing you can't accuse me of is not knowing the rules of fanfiction...
Dedication: This story is dedicated to Jess and Bjam for helping me with two fundamental things-a title and a main character.
What a day to kill myself, Rayne thought miserably. The sun was shining, the sky was an iridescent shade of blue. The leaves on the trees were shining like someone had threaded them with silver. Far off in the distance, she could see palm trees swaying in the breeze.
Rayne wanted to puke.
Just to be ironic, she started singing, under her breath: "The sun is shining, the grass is growing, the orange and palm trees sway..."
She finished off in a louder voice: "There's never been such a day in Beverly FUCKING Hills L.A!"
Breathing heavily, she pulled herself up onto the "W" in the Hollywood sign. She was pretty sure there was a law against actually being up here on the letters, but she figured: you know what? Fuck that. She wouldn't really have to worry about breaking the law soon, if everything went according to plan.
Long ago, she had been talking to a friend of hers. It was many years since, and she couldn't remember how the issue got brought up, but they had been discussing death. Out of the depths of memory, she remembered remarking that if their idea of heaven was Middle Earth, wouldn't you technically go to Middle Earth when you died?
Ever since then, she had wondered about the truth of her statement. And, of late, she had been wanting to test it. Her theory, forever, had always been that Paradise was only what you imagined it to be. If you pictured it to be all clouds and gold and angels and harps-so be it. To Rayne, Middle Earth was heaven. All parts of it-from the ethereal lights of Imladris, to the rustic beauty of the Shire, to the frosty heights of Caradhras-that was magic to her.
She thought back over her depressingly short life. She had applied to almost ten colleges that she knew had a good theatre program. Her friend had told her for years that she had damn well better have a backup plan if acting didn't work out, because she'd be out on the streets if she didn't.
Of course, like a moron, she had ignored Rebecca. She laughed off the warnings, saying "It'll work out. It's my dream! Dreams have to come true, if you want them bad enough." Well, now she was about to throw herself off the Hollywood sign. Because she didn't have a backup plan. She wished Becca could see her now...
Then again, she had always remarked to people that someday she would "jump the fuck off the Hollywood sign -- just to go out in a fiery bang, you know". Maybe this was her real dream, and she never realized it.
She really hoped this worked. She had dreaded for ages that she would try to kill herself and it wouldn't work, that she'd end up in the hospital...then the fucking therapy, then the fucking pills, all the fucking people watching her day and night to make sure she didn't try it again...no way, she wasn't going through that.
So how to do this? Headfirst? Just...jump? Cannonball? Belly flop?
She chuckled to herself. Wow, I'm a sick fuck, she thought. All the more reason to die!
Valar! Just get this over with!, she thought furiously to herself. So, slipping her hand into the pocket of her black pants to make sure she had her suicide note with her, she drew in one dizzy breath, turned around, and jumped backwards from one of the most famous sites in the world....