Hello everyone, I want to say that I'm sorry. For the last three years, I have pretty much given up on the actual story since it became a little different than what I was intentionally heading for. I thought about the sailor scouts stuff and had second thoughts, so for those of you who loved it, please pretend that they got together before and the whole princess scenes are a joke. I don't know… maybe sometime in the future I will come back to it but the chance of that is near to none. I apologize to a lot of people and I hope you all know that. I will try to write up little short stories because I like those much better if you are willing to read it that'll be great. If not, then thanks for taking the time to read my story. It means a lot and for you guys to excuse all the grammar mistakes :P Not very good with that.
Here's the introduction to an extra short story I just started. I hope you will like it and I will finish this within a few weeks because I don't intent it to be long.
In the living room of an apartment. Though there are many elegant looking furniture pieces around, empty is the best word to describe the overall mood and feel of the room. Various sizes of boxes are placed neatly near the side walls. The blinds are down halfway and shut so that only a bit of light allowed through. The picture frames are either removed or placed faced down, hiding the memories from view. The big mirror, hung on one of the side walls, displays the days, maybe even months of neglect. It is pretty silent, almost too silent that one can hear the clock in the next room tick very clearly and loudly.
Tick…Tick…Tick… Seconds are passing by, as if it does not care what it does to the receiver. Every Tick causes pain to occur, over and over again. A tear…followed quickly by another one, gently slides down a woman's face. Her blue eyes are swollen and pink. Her blonde hair is down and parted in the middle. She is of average height, thin… beautiful despite her current state and her messy appearance. She grips a small teddy bear even harder as if it will stop her pain.
How did this happen? She thinks to herself, trying hard to forget the last couple of days… no months, wondering how it came to be like this. It was as if the last few years were only a mere joke destiny had played on her. It gave her false hope, joy, and more importantly, love. Just when she had felt things were going the best, it took it away…as if destiny is mocking her, teasing her because it somehow knew about her vulnerability. It is time like this that she can not help but curse at fate or even life. She stares at the bottle of pills on her coffee table. She is hesitant to touch it but suddenly, as if she is remembering the last couple of days, she immediately grabs a hold of it. Her fear of harming herself made this the best option.
It will be quick and painless, she assures herself, I can do it. She takes a deep breath and pops open the bottle. She pours some into her palm and stares at it. After taking a deep breath, she gulps it down. One by one she forced them down her throat. After two more repeats, she drops the bottle and it rolls underneath the couch. The room appears blurry. Her temperature rises and she begins to lose balance. Instinctively, she heads to the couch and lies down. It's almost over… She finally smiles and closes her eyes. One last teardrop down her cheeks and everything is at peace again.