Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue.
AN: Hey everybody!!! This is sort of a boring chapter, but I felt like writing it so deal with it. *sticks out her tongue at reader* Nyah!!
Okey-dokey, the whole quote thing is sort of stupid but if you wanted to know here's what it means:
To negate means to deny the existence of truth. What the quote is saying is that we deny the truth and must deny the truth when it is too terrible for our minds to handle because within our natural instincts there is something that makes us want to live and be happy. It is that instinct that makes us try to live out our lives in peace.
It's like when you see a really sad movie that is based on a true story. Some people are so upset that they actually start laughing because they can't respond in any other way. Rather than becoming hysterical or something to that effect the mind turns into "it isn't real, it's funny" mode.
An example would be a story my band teacher told us. A boy's sister was killed at a cross walk when a car hit her, I think it was prom night. Anyway, at his sisters funeral the boy was laughing and making jokes to one of his friends about all the "hot girls there." The boy had been so upset that he didn't know how to react, so his body automatically made him laugh.
Chapter Seventeen
*Nowhere But Here*
Jade sunk to her knees and held her arms about herself in an effort to keep warm. Her teeth began to chatter and she stubbornly clenched her mouth shut.
The wind worsened and blew angrily, as if it were trying to uproot the bridge and carry it off to some unknown place.
Jade bent her head and closed her eyes. A drop of liquid hit her leg.
Was it raining? No……….. then what?
She cautiously placed her hand on her eye. Taking her fingers away she was surprised to find them wet.
Was she……. crying?
Jade shut her eyes tightly and willed them not to water, but it was too late. The held-back tears of some fourteen odd years came pouring down her cheeks and she was all but powerless to stop them.
Why would she, of all people, be pitied?
She had no weaknesses, she was tough, and had all the street smarts a kid could ever need……
So why was it that Angel, who had none of those things, and was none of those things, was the one who was safe in a warm bed with friends and a guy who loved her?
No one ever felt bad for Angel, and if they did it was for something that had been beyond her control.
Jade sobbed harder. Years of shutting the world out and not caring about anyone or anything had gotten her nowhere but here, alone and cold in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge.
AN: The next chapter will be more interesting, I promise!!! The story will actually progress!!!
AN: Hey everybody!!! This is sort of a boring chapter, but I felt like writing it so deal with it. *sticks out her tongue at reader* Nyah!!
Okey-dokey, the whole quote thing is sort of stupid but if you wanted to know here's what it means:
To negate means to deny the existence of truth. What the quote is saying is that we deny the truth and must deny the truth when it is too terrible for our minds to handle because within our natural instincts there is something that makes us want to live and be happy. It is that instinct that makes us try to live out our lives in peace.
It's like when you see a really sad movie that is based on a true story. Some people are so upset that they actually start laughing because they can't respond in any other way. Rather than becoming hysterical or something to that effect the mind turns into "it isn't real, it's funny" mode.
An example would be a story my band teacher told us. A boy's sister was killed at a cross walk when a car hit her, I think it was prom night. Anyway, at his sisters funeral the boy was laughing and making jokes to one of his friends about all the "hot girls there." The boy had been so upset that he didn't know how to react, so his body automatically made him laugh.
Chapter Seventeen
*Nowhere But Here*
Jade sunk to her knees and held her arms about herself in an effort to keep warm. Her teeth began to chatter and she stubbornly clenched her mouth shut.
The wind worsened and blew angrily, as if it were trying to uproot the bridge and carry it off to some unknown place.
Jade bent her head and closed her eyes. A drop of liquid hit her leg.
Was it raining? No……….. then what?
She cautiously placed her hand on her eye. Taking her fingers away she was surprised to find them wet.
Was she……. crying?
Jade shut her eyes tightly and willed them not to water, but it was too late. The held-back tears of some fourteen odd years came pouring down her cheeks and she was all but powerless to stop them.
Why would she, of all people, be pitied?
She had no weaknesses, she was tough, and had all the street smarts a kid could ever need……
So why was it that Angel, who had none of those things, and was none of those things, was the one who was safe in a warm bed with friends and a guy who loved her?
No one ever felt bad for Angel, and if they did it was for something that had been beyond her control.
Jade sobbed harder. Years of shutting the world out and not caring about anyone or anything had gotten her nowhere but here, alone and cold in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge.
AN: The next chapter will be more interesting, I promise!!! The story will actually progress!!!