This story is kinda...bad. But I write whatever so here you go.


December 24th, 1990

We were so happy. Mimi was alive and it's all thanks to Angel. If it wasn't for her white light, we don't know what we would've done to save Mimi. After my movie ended, we decided to go out to the Life. When we got there, we sat at a small table and ordered our food. Mimi sat quietly. I saw Roger look at her, a concerned expression on his face. "Mimi? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Roger rubbed her back, wondering if it would make her feel better. Tears slowly fell from Mimi's eyes. We sat in silence until she broke it. "Guys, I'm really sorry for what I did. I should've stayed in rehab but I just wanted the pain to end." She held onto Roger's arm.

Out of nowhere, Mimi falls to the ground. We all jumped out of our seats and went by her side. Roger was gently shaking her shoulders. "Mimi? Mimi, wake up. MIMI? PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE?" he began to wail out. All the rest of us could just watch. Collins was checking her pulse. He slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry Rog, but at least she's with Angel now."


Kinda quick I know. Get angry at me I don't care. I deserve it.