Impavid
fearless; undaunted
I've been writing on a Supernatural one shot album for weeks now and I still haven't posted it. Would you guys wanna read angsty fanfiction of that magnitude from me? Wait, you get that here. Nevermind.
But seriously though. What about it? ;)
Typed this out on my phone so sorry about pesky spelling errors.
You guys should totes follow me on Tumblr. (oh-dat-wormstache) If I'm good at one thing it's being a fangirl.
It gets a bit dark. If that's not your style...then either don't read or deny that I ever warned you.
Fall
This is very different from the sentence prompt. I honestly apologize for that. This popped into my head.
She had read it in a book. Yes she had a read a book, but if you asked her about it she would deny it until the day she died. No, Paulina Sanchez can't be known as the girl who had read some sappy book about some sappy children in a boarding school where they thought they were living a hell-life. Paulina didn't want her friends' last thoughts about her to be about her having feelings beyond "Hey! My hair dryer just burned out!" or "OMG! Mac discontinued my favorite color of eye shadow! I can like, never show my face in public again!".
The book was by some guy with a color for a last name. Orange? Who cares. The real beef was in the pages.
It was about some girl who had a name Paulina would die for: Alaska. If, of course, her own name wasn't so fabulous. She and the main character of the book, Pudge, were kind of in love, but the writer had to add drama, so as always, they would not admit it. But in the end, Alaska ended up taking her own life by driving directly into a police cruiser. And on the anniversary of her mother's death! A main theme was people's last words, and and there was this big question that was inspired by a famous person's last words ("How will I ever get out of this damn labyrinth?" or something to that effect). "What is the quickest way out the labryinth?"
Turns out Alaska had it all figured out. Straight and fast. It caused the least pain: to the victim of course.
Hence the reason Paulina was on the top of her school, staring down into the foggy oblivion. It was a cold day, but she wore no jacket. She wouldn't need it really.
She shivered as she stepped back from the edge for the third time in three minutes. These kinds of thoughts were hard to handle, especially with a simple mind such as Paulina's. To pass the time until she finally decided to do it, she sang under her breath a song that was frightfully appropriate for her situation.
"If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on bed of roses...actually I really don't want to be buried in satin," she glanced to the overcast sky, cheeks wet. "Hey God, if you're listening, don't let my family bury me in silk or anything. Put that pink dress that I really like on me. At least grave robbers will think I looked beautiful..." She trailed off, gaze returning to her feet. "...even though no one else does."
In reality, she was very wrong, but in some ways right. Her family loved her and cared for her, but Paulina was shallow and did not care. All she cared about was the public eye, the only part of her anyone would ever see.
Dash. He was the one. He had rejected her. When she finally worked up the nerve to ask him if he wanted to make their relationship a bit more official, he declined. And without a lick of regret or consideration of Paulina's feelings.
"Who would want to have sex with you, Sanchez? You're a dirty whore; an easy, disgusting slut. You probably have about a billion STD's anyway. I prefer my girls a bit...cleaner."
Paulina's brow crinkled as she thought of the memory once more. She knew she had no STD's! How could she? She was a virgin for God's sake. A virgin.
"A lowly virgin..." she mumbled. "A nothing. A Soc who hasn't even had sex! And in senior year? An embarrassment!" She stepped to the edge of the building again, her long brown hair billowing in the wind.
"I had been planning on doing this for a while now..." She said, and produced a pair of scissors from her pants pocket and held them tightly. She wouldn't dare cut herself. She was above that. But she would grip her hair, the majority of the voluminous locks on the outside and bring the blade up to slice through them, no tears falling from her eyes. She silently thanked a higher being that the blade was sharp enough to cut through her thick hair.
She held the brown mass in her hand, a smug smile on her face. She held the locks over the edge of the building and released them, watching the hair until she could no longer, her visibility in the fog ending.
She held her remaining hair, the longest choppy strands reaching just past her shoulders.
It was quite metaphorical, actually. The once-beloved hair symbolized Paulina letting go of all of her worries. She couldn't care less about how people felt about her anymore. She knew nobody would miss her, so why not?
"And the only person I ever truly loved doesn't even know I exist..." She laughed aloud. This fact was dreadfully true. At least from her perspective.
Danny Phantom. Ahh, Danny Phantom. She loved him so much. And he never paid any attention to her. Never even acknowledged her existence.
What's a girl to do when the love of her life doesn't know she exists? Remove herself from existence.
"Hey..." Phantom mumbled from behind her. "I do know you exist," Paulina whipped around and was met with Phantom's sad eyes, his light feet not quite touching the ground as always. His white hair laid shadows across his face, but he met Paulina's now wet eyes with a fierce determination. Said girl didn't run to him, didn't say anything or do anything.
"Otherwise, I would never save you or anything," Phantom continued, chuckling a little as an afterthought.
"But you...no," Paulina cut herself off. Phantom's eyes became aware of her feet slowly moving toward the edge. "I don't have to justify myself to you. You're a ghost. You don't have feelings. What do you care?" she turned back around to face oblivion.
Phantom floated a bit closer to Paulina. "Let me guess...you think that I, being a ghost, shouldn't care anything about humans?" he frowned, one dark eyebrow arched high.
"Normal ghosts don't. And shouldn't."
"But am I normal ghost?" Phantom questioned, not missing a beat. Paulina hesitated. She couldn't argue with that. Phantom was different. He had some sort of humanistic morality. He saved people. He helped them as best he could.
"No..." Paulina turned to face a smiling Phantom again.
"So don't be a normal human. Most people in your situation would have jumped off that building by now," Phantom said, motioning to the edge with a gloved hand.
"Normal humans don't have conversations with ghosts like this." Phantom merely grinned in response. "But clearly there's something you don't know about me," Paulina's eyes rose from the ground to meet Phantom's. "I'm not different."
Her feet slipped off the edge, and Phantom zipped over the edge with her. He cradled her in in his cold embrace, her shaky breath fogging up in his face.
He smiled. "You're not getting away that easily," she laughed, a cold unfeeling laugh. "And Paulina? I think you're beautiful."
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I don't own any of the following:
"Looking for Alaska" the book mentioned by the genius John Green.
Or the song "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry. (I actually hate country. But that's a good song.)