DYING TO LIVE



A PpG 'alternate reality' fan fiction

By I am a good fighter


DISCLAIMER: Powerpuff Girls created by Craig McCracken and all characters associated with the show are owned by Cartoon Network


Story idea adapted from the novel 'Replay' (c) 1986 by Ken Grimwood


This story is rated PG-13




NINE

Dear Diary, I dread what I'm about to tell you. I pray to God that no one ever sees any of this, but I have to get it out of me or I'll lose my mind, I've been living with the guilt for so long.

I found myself with tears pouring from my eyes. I was standing in the kitchen, cutting up an onion with a large, very sharp knife. I became aware of my surroundings, which was strange in itself; this was now the third time and I still wasn't used to it. Buttercup was doing something at the table and Bubbles was with Professor as they both walked into the room. My rage, which began the moment my body hit the living room floor, was building to a peak.

Professor frowned at me and said, "Blossom, how many times have I told you to do that under running water so you won't cry?"

I blew up. As my anger boiled over, I remembered my promise to myself. I refused to take any more. A tremendous shriek came out of my throat and I slashed my left wrist with the blade. I didn't feel a thing, but a geyser of blood spurted to the ceiling. I could hear their cries of shock as they all came toward me, but before they could stop me, I buried the knife in my chest as far as it would go. It must have come out through my back because I could feel it hit something. It had to have gotten stuck in a cabinet, because I had to pull with all my strength to free the blade for the next blow. But why wasn't I collapsing? I felt only a slight weakness. I must have missed my heart completely. I tried again.

Buttercup had grabbed my wrist and was trying to pry the knife away. Professor was trying to make a tourniquet out of a dishtowel to stop the flow from my left wrist. Bubbles was trying to pin me against the cabinets to stop my squirming. My anger hadn't subsided a bit.

"No! Leave me alone, please! I want to die!"

I jerked to the left, throwing Buttercup off balance and she flew over my right shoulder and hit the wall behind me. The knife clattered to the floor and I dove for it. That's all I remember.