Now this time I do have a good reason. Every time I try to start I realise I have about… 4 more homeworks to do in time for the day after of over 10 if it's the weekend so that's my excuse.
I thank thee all once again for your wonderful reviews. (LyokoDragon, Duziekat, sn0zb0z) Me luffs you greatly –smiles- Thank you for helping me so much with the votes and ideas from before –hugs-
Extremely sorry if Marge & Bart are a bit OOC. I just couldn't think of another way to put it.
Disclaimer: Me no owny Simpsony. T-T
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Chappie 11: Just die!
Lisa woke up startled. She felt even more confused than before. The questions were never-ending. She looked around, silent. It must have been early. She didn't even look at her clock but either way she didn't care. She got up and paced around the room deep in thought. She really had absolutely no clue of what to do. Her mind was throbbing with question after question once again. She sig.hed. This was getting her nowhere and all it did was waste time, time which she had little of left. It was as if she were back where she started, lost and confused. She mentally screamed before pacing back and forth again, hardly noticing the Sun rising higher and higher in the sky.
THUD!
The loud thud brought her back to reality. 'They're awake.' She knew. No where else could that sound have come from. Should she put that act on again? Pretending to be all back to normal. She knew they'd never buy it. There was no point. She reached into her pocket and suddenly remembered Milhouse. That letter. The decision. What decision? What did he do? He… killed himself. Suicide. Was that the question?
Feeling like she was getting somewhere, she rushed to the usual spot in her room. It seemed as though no one had touched the room since she left. Not a speck had been touched. Easily, she reached out and picked out her knife. After staring at it for moments, a thought came into her mind. Maybe it was true. That was her decision. One of the biggest decisions for people is life or death after all. Could it really be?
She wanted to get this right. A do or no do. Either continue a normal life or end it in one moment. How could she choose? She pulled her sleeve up, memories flooding her mind. All the times she was happy, all the times she was sad. Every moment she could remember. She clenched her eyes shut. Could she really do it now? Was it too late? She let the knife brush across her skin faintly just to feel it for a moment. 'Can I do this? Can I really do this? Why do I feel like I can't? I… can't? B-but… then…? I'm just supposed to carry on living, as if nothing ever happened? What do I do? …anything… anything but this. I just can't do this…'
A small sigh of relief escaped her lips. She really couldn't do it. She didn't quite know why, but she couldn't and she would just have to live with it. Now the only problems were everyone else, which would have been a lot easier had Bart and Marge not opened the door at this very instant.
"…Lisa!!! What are you doing??? Are you doing it again? Why??? I thought…"
"M-m-m-mom…"
"Oh… I see…" Marge's face darkened as she ushered Bart away to talk to Lisa.
"Mom, I need to te—"
"Lisa, I… I thought maybe you had come back to be with us… but I think I see now… you've changed, so very, very much. You… you used to be so enthusiastic but now all of that has gone. I've tried—we've all tried to bring you back but… especially after the incident with Milhouse you seem… you don't seem to be able to come back so… if you really want to just get it over with." She glanced at the knife still in the grip of her daughter's hand, "Just get it over with. You're breaking up this family. Just… do it!" She tried to stop herself from sobbing out loud but Lisa could hear and see the faint sniffling coming from her.
'What have I done?' She reached out to hug her mother but Marge slipped away.
"No, if you want to do this, do it quickly. I can't bear to watch you anymore. It's hurting me!" She rushed out of the room.
Slowly, Bart walked into the room. Lisa looked up, a bit more hopeful. 'He'd understand, won't he?' She opened her mouth to talk but then saw the fire behind his eyes.
"Look what you've done! You've ruined us now! I hate you! If you're gonna get depressed at least don't dump it on us! And if you're gonna commit suicide DO IT BEFORE WE GO CRAZY! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! HOW MANY TIMES, NOW? THREE? ANYMORE AND I'LL TURN INTO YOU!!" Lisa stared in shock at her brother.
"B-b-bart—"
No, no! If you wanna do it, then do it! Go on! I dare you! Go kill yourself!" Bart watched her from the door, waiting for it to happen. Lisa tightened her grip on the knife and stood up.
Bart's eyes followed her. She walked towards him, knife still in a tight grip. The fear in his eyes was so visible it almost scared Lisa. Once she got to him, her hand went forward and Bart took a quick step back. Lisa sighed and threw the knife in the small wastebasket to the side. Bart looked at her questioningly. 'What are you doing, sis?' The moment the knife had stopped at the bottom of the wastebasket Lisa fell backwards slowly, losing consciousness. Bart quickly gripped her and pulled her up to prevent her falling. He looked at her, still wide-eyed as he managed to drag her back onto the bed, laying her down peacefully. Bart closed his eyes, took a deep breath and felt himself tire. Hesitantly, he lowered himself onto the bed next to Lisa, falling into sleep instantaneously.
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Later that day, Bart started waking up. He realised quickly that he was in Lisa's room. Then he remembered the conversation they had the night before. Looking at his younger sister once more, he tried to wonder what was going on. Why hadn't she done it? Why hadn't she killed herself? He sighed and got up, stretching slightly. He walked up to the door, noticing Lisa turn a bit. Quickly, he ran out of the room.
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Lisa awoke hearing the footsteps of Bart going down the stairs. She yawned, sitting up. What time was it? She didn't know how long she had been asleep; by the looks out the window, late. She stood up properly and went to the bathroom. While brushing her teeth, she let her thoughts run wild. All the reasons why she hadn't done what she thought was the only way out. Could there possibly be another way out? Another… path? She sighed, it was doing her head in again. Calming herself down, she went down the stairs hearing voices as she went.
"Sh-sh-she almost killed me!!!"
"Bart… you said she fainted."
"She's trying to kill people! I thought she wanted to kill herself, but nooooo now it's other people. She shouldn't be allowed to live!"
"She's your sister, at least… ohhh Bart! What are we going to do?" Lisa heard her break down into sobs.
Walking around to the kitchen, she saw them sitting there, Marge with her head on her arms faced down in tears. Her heart tightened at the sight. So this is what she did… this is what she caused… Bart turned round, seeing Lisa, and sent her a cold glare.
"You want to die, huh? Let me help you." He reached around the table until his hand reached a cold sharp knife. He started hurtling towards Lisa.
"Stop!" She tried to dodge, managing to only get a slight cut on her shoulder.
"Come on! Die! You want it! Stop making us suffer!!!" He tried again, earning a larger cut on her lower arm. Lisa raced out of the room, running up to her own, and locking the doors shut. She jumped onto her own bed before breaking up into a long half hour of crying. She couldn't believe it. Just when she had started to come back to them, they pushed her away. It seemed like she wasn't welcome into the Simpsons household anymore. She was alone. No Milhouse, no Bart, no Mom, no one. After finally getting her breath back, she noticed the window had been open. Almost in a panic, she rushed to lock it shut. She knew especially how sneaky Bart could be, and she wouldn't take any chances. However, slightly admitting to herself, she would not absolutely mind if he had killed her. After all, she knew what she caused them now, and she knew that her life had almost been entirely ruined because of it but on the other hand, she wanted to try to resolve it. She sighed, feeling in a dilemma. She had absolutely no clue as to what to do next.
Knowing that she had a higher chance of choosing not to go through in committing suicide she went to go change. At least it would be a change from what she had been wearing in the last few weeks. Her clothes were filthy after all that time, since she could not get another change of clothes for herself. She got into a purple and black dress, what she wore when trying to be a goth a while back. She had gotten so used to a dark colour that it would be weird for her not to wear black. She carefully took a piece of paper and a pen from out from a drawer and set it on her dresser. Thinking that it was too dangerous to go near them at the moment she started to write what to tell them.
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Okay, I said this would be the last chapter… but I think I can make it longer! This was an extra long chapter from me! I actually did long paragraphs -.-' but… I will probably repost this chapter after I double check spellings. Anyway. Thank you so much for waiting! And I'll be forever grateful if you review :-)