I don't own any x-men characters,and I'm just inspired by the movie "Virgin Suicide",directed by Sofia Coppola.
Enjoy yourself, and forgive me for my huuuuuuuuge mistakes (english is not my mother tongue). Don't hesitate to make some reviews
oh don't worry if I don't add sooner the next chapter, I go to Italy tomorrow. I'll put them as soon as
I will arrive.
Chapter one :
Dear reader,
First I want to thank you for your interest about what I'm going to writte now. It's not so easy
to put old recollections down in writing. They seem so much far...My therapist told me my "problem"
can be healed by this way, a "little and sweet" diary. He probalby has right.I feel a little bit better now...
Perhaps should I introduce myself. I'm married with a mervelous man, an old friend indeed, named Pete Wisdom. We have
three adorable little girls, I have a great job and we live in the vincinity of London. Everything seems to be perfect,
you would probably asked why should I follow a therapy ? Something disturbs my semblance of happyness. I cannot
stop thinking about it, I did nothing to help him. He sended to me some signs, but I was blinded by my casualness and
by my group too. I understood to late my mistake and they found a fatal issue by my fault.
I tried to escape so far, to start a new life; I wanted to forget what was happened but I'm always caught up
with this past at each hour,minute, each second. I can see his face, his eyes, every slight details of him...his
smile..but now,by my error, he smiles six feet under, wedged between four small wood boards.
He wasn't the only one who passed away...closed in life, they were closed in death...
Kitty Pride
Enjoy yourself, and forgive me for my huuuuuuuuge mistakes (english is not my mother tongue). Don't hesitate to make some reviews
oh don't worry if I don't add sooner the next chapter, I go to Italy tomorrow. I'll put them as soon as
I will arrive.
Chapter one :
Dear reader,
First I want to thank you for your interest about what I'm going to writte now. It's not so easy
to put old recollections down in writing. They seem so much far...My therapist told me my "problem"
can be healed by this way, a "little and sweet" diary. He probalby has right.I feel a little bit better now...
Perhaps should I introduce myself. I'm married with a mervelous man, an old friend indeed, named Pete Wisdom. We have
three adorable little girls, I have a great job and we live in the vincinity of London. Everything seems to be perfect,
you would probably asked why should I follow a therapy ? Something disturbs my semblance of happyness. I cannot
stop thinking about it, I did nothing to help him. He sended to me some signs, but I was blinded by my casualness and
by my group too. I understood to late my mistake and they found a fatal issue by my fault.
I tried to escape so far, to start a new life; I wanted to forget what was happened but I'm always caught up
with this past at each hour,minute, each second. I can see his face, his eyes, every slight details of him...his
smile..but now,by my error, he smiles six feet under, wedged between four small wood boards.
He wasn't the only one who passed away...closed in life, they were closed in death...
Kitty Pride