Title: My Immortal

By: FallenArchAngel47

Dear Readers,

…Yah it's kinda fast pace isn't it? Well… I suppose it will slow down… I mean I have everything set up in my mind… anyway… continuing… I might do another fanfic on Cirque Du Freak… I said I may… but it's not for sure because I know where I'm stopping with this fanfiction… I mean like at what book… so like… I may make another fanfiction on another book… in the series. Anyway, continuing… I hope I get some reviews… my fanfic looks so pathetic x.X …but that's okay. I will keep writing to keep my own sanity. …Yes…erm…on with the disclaimer

Disclaimer: Things to do when you are accused of stealing a story. Speaking of which… I DON'T OWN IT!

Bounce about in a kangaroo's pouch… I mean no one checks in those things… just make sure you can fit first off.

Rub a walrus' belly… if you do this the walrus will befriend you and help you raise your own walrus army.

Yell at the top of your lungs "I DIDN'T DO IT I SWEAR!" on mount Everest…

Arrange a secret meeting of the ghost of Mr. Rodgers, Elmo, and Dracula. Call this the first Villains convention in history.

Nose pick… go nose picking with a sasquatch… they like that and will protect you.

Never! …erm… anyway. Stand still. Maybe if you don't move… they can't see you.

Ask so many questions they'll become confused and won't know right from left, up from down or right from wrong.

Chapter 9

Aimee's POV

It was late the next day when I woke up. The sun was up, and high in the sky, so I guess it was about noon, maybe a little later. (Of course looking at my watch later would prove that it was noon) Darren was still asleep… he looked peaceful actually… The church was silent, and I decided that maybe I'd start cooking something for both Darren and I to eat… and should there be any left over Mikihisa. I'll cook something better for mom and Mr. Crepsley later… and maybe even Bryanna. Though I doubt I'd have a choice. Bryanna's almost as bad as Mikihisa, only a little less rough. I walked past the row of pews; Mr. Crepsley, Bryanna (who's was filled with pillows and bed sheets), Mikihisa and mom were on the same pew… she was asleep in his arms, yet she still didn't look happy. She rarely ever looks truly happy.

Scratch that. She never does. She never smiles a true smile; she never laughs whole-heartedly, she's almost always miserable, or in deep thought. I can't even make her smile genuinely. But I know I lessen her pain a great deal, meaning I'm good for something. The stew I've thrown together actually isn't too bad. Considering last nights dinner… Mom taught me how to cook. She knows a lot of recipes and she's really good at them. I always wonder why she never ran away from Bryanna… or is there something keeping her? I don't know… and It's not my business to ask. Though I'm sure she loves me very much, there are a lot of secrets she keeps from me. Like her misery, which she only thinks she keeps from me. I know. She's miserable; inside she's in pain. It's like she's only living for my sake. Like if I weren't around she would be dead. I can see it in her eyes. There's a shuffling sound behind me, and I look up.

Darren is awake, his hair is a bit messy, which makes me chuckle softly. He looks around, as if he hadn't expected me to be awake. When he sees me he smiles and walks over. "Stew again?" He whispered. I nodded. He took some from the bowl, and ate; he seemed to like it actually. There was a shuffling sound behind us, and I couldn't help but turn around. Darren looked too. Mom fell on the floor… Mikihisa (the moron) let go of her. Her eyes are open…and she's staring at the ceiling. Like everyone else, she's in the dark side of the church. I can see her eyes are open in the darkness… it looks sort of creepy… but I've gotten used to it. Her eyes flick downward, and she's looking at me as if she wants me to come over. So, I get up and walk over.

"Yes?" I whisper. She says nothing but hands a piece of paper to me. I read it. It's a list of ingredients. "Gather them?" I ask. She nods, and she closes her eyes again. As I'm walking back toward Darren I skim the list. "What'd she want?" Darren asked. "She wants me to gather the things on the list." I spoke calmly. I sat down and ate my stew quickly. "Come on, let's gather all the herbs and things on the list." He nods, and we get up and exit the church.