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Salvation
By Jules
Chapter 1
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b** Soon after the Last Blast **
** Midnight **/b
Mimi sat in a corner of her room, curled up in a ball, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth.
She just couldn't believe what she'd done, what she'd done to Chloe, to Philip . . . . She'd betrayed her only friends. She was the worst person in the world. All she did was ruin lives.
Mimi squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to keep the tears at bay; her fists clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms. She knew what she had to do. When she was gone, they wouldn't have to be burdened with her anymore. She couldn't let herself hurt anyone else.
Slowly she uncurled herself. The house was dark and empty; her parents had taken Connor away for two weeks to visit her grandmother. Mimi couldn't bear to face the elderly lady; she knew she didn't deserve the sweet old woman's love, so she had stayed behind.
There would be no one to stop her. Through after what she'd done, who would want to? . . .
Mimi slipped into her favorite dress, a long flowing, dark red dress with a tight bodice, that she'd bought immediately when she'd seen it at the store. Mimi had never even worn it except to dry it on, but it was now to be the last thing she would ever slip on.
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b** The Black's penthouse **/b
Brady lay on his bed, hands behind his head, legs crossed, fully dressed, thinking. He knew that Mimi had something to do with all of the events at the dance. He just couldn't believe that she would ever go this far. He had thought he knew her, they had been friends for such a long time.
Brady just had to know exactly why she would do such a thing.
Completely and utterly resolved on what he had to do, Brady got up, and searched for his car keys.
Five minutes later he'd finally found them, and left the penthouse. He was headed directly for the Lockhart's.
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Mimi lit candles all around her room, then sat down at her desk, got out a piece of paper, and began to write, the entire truth coming out on paper.
ITo whoever finds this note,
I can't live with this guilt. I have to tell the truth before I die,
so you can understand. I helped set Chloe up. She never did any of those
things. Jan and I created the website and fixed the slides. I know you
can't understand why. How could you, what I did is unforgivable.
I was just so confused. I hated Chloe. She swooped into town,
and she stole my life. Belle talks to her more than me. Chloe was just
so perfect, smart, confident, and beautiful. The type of person you all
really should hang out with. I just knew that soon you'd discover how
much better she is than me and completely leave me. I was scared.
Shawn, Belle, Phillip, and Brady have been my best friends since, forever,
and then she came, and everything started to change. That's when I
knew that you guys started to finally see that I'm not good enough for you.
I could tell because we all hung out less and less, and you guys started to
pair off . . . .
I know I didn't deserve to have friends like you, and I still don't
know why you stayed around as long as you did. I have no idea why you
all even talked to me. I'm not pretty like Belle and Chloe, or smart like
the rest of you, or anything special. I don't even have much money. You
built the house I live in, because I'm just a homeless loser.
I know I'm a charity case for you all. That you hang out with me
bbecause/b I'm a charity case. But now, after what I did, I know you all hate
me. And I can't live with that. The only reason I've stayed here this long
was because I thought maybe, just maybe, I could make myself worthy of
you all. But I'm not. I'm just a total joke. I'm not even my own person, I
just try to be what I hope everyone wants, but I never can get it right.
~Philip, please, believe me. Chloe had nothing to do with this.
You two are destined for each other. Love her.
~Belle, you are the best friend I could have ever asked for. But I
know that you're too good for me. You've given me so much, and I've never
given you anything in return except jealousy. I don't know why you talk to
me, you're perfect. Beautiful, rich, sensitive . . . I'm just a feeble imitation
and was ridiculous to even try and be acceptable. I hope that you and
Shawn get married someday. It's so obvious that you love each other. I wish
that someone could have ever loved me even a fraction of what he does for you.
~Shawn, take care of Belle. She's your soul mate, hold on to her.
~Chloe, I am so, so sorry. My petty nature took over, and I have
hurt you over and over again. Please, don't blame anyone else but me and
Jan. We are fully responsible for everything. Brady had nothing to do
with any of this. He's too good of a person to ever hurt you, or anybody.
Philip loves you, and you're so lucky to have that. True love doesn't come
around that often. Grab hold of it, and don't let anyone take him away.
~And finally, Brady since I'm obviously dead, I can finally tell
you. I'm in love with you. Completely, totally, utterly, and hopelessly in
love with you. I have been for years. But because I'm your sisters 'best
friend', and a nothing, I know you could never love me.
I'm so sorry for hurting you all. I never should have listened to
Jan, but what she said sounded so right . . . . I know how wrong what
I've done was. And I know being alive and destroying everything I touch
isn't going to help anyone. Rather hurt them. I'm sorry if I've
inconvenienced anyone. But I know that as soon as I'm gone, you'll
realize how much better off you all are now, and move on.
Somebody tell my family that I love them. And watch over
Conner. I know that's asking too much, but please, think of it as one last
bit of charity . . .
Adieu,
Miriam Lockhart/I
Mimi set her note on the dresser next to her bed, then gathered up the large handful of pills she'd collected from all the left over bottles all over the house. Some were prescriptions and some were over the counter. But they would generate the desired effect, death.
A glass of water in hand, she took the medications, one after another until they were all gone. She began feeling light headed when she was reaching the end of the pills. She was thankful, knowing that the medications were doing their unintended by the manufactures, design.
Finally they were all gone, the empty bottles strewn about on the floor.
Mimi lay against her pillows, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally this hell would be over. She would finally rest, and go into the darkness where she couldn't hurt anyone else. She folded her hands on she stomach and a faint smile graced her lips, and the darkness she craved took her over
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
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Salvation
By Jules
Chapter 1
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
b** Soon after the Last Blast **
** Midnight **/b
Mimi sat in a corner of her room, curled up in a ball, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth.
She just couldn't believe what she'd done, what she'd done to Chloe, to Philip . . . . She'd betrayed her only friends. She was the worst person in the world. All she did was ruin lives.
Mimi squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to keep the tears at bay; her fists clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms. She knew what she had to do. When she was gone, they wouldn't have to be burdened with her anymore. She couldn't let herself hurt anyone else.
Slowly she uncurled herself. The house was dark and empty; her parents had taken Connor away for two weeks to visit her grandmother. Mimi couldn't bear to face the elderly lady; she knew she didn't deserve the sweet old woman's love, so she had stayed behind.
There would be no one to stop her. Through after what she'd done, who would want to? . . .
Mimi slipped into her favorite dress, a long flowing, dark red dress with a tight bodice, that she'd bought immediately when she'd seen it at the store. Mimi had never even worn it except to dry it on, but it was now to be the last thing she would ever slip on.
~*~
b** The Black's penthouse **/b
Brady lay on his bed, hands behind his head, legs crossed, fully dressed, thinking. He knew that Mimi had something to do with all of the events at the dance. He just couldn't believe that she would ever go this far. He had thought he knew her, they had been friends for such a long time.
Brady just had to know exactly why she would do such a thing.
Completely and utterly resolved on what he had to do, Brady got up, and searched for his car keys.
Five minutes later he'd finally found them, and left the penthouse. He was headed directly for the Lockhart's.
~*~
Mimi lit candles all around her room, then sat down at her desk, got out a piece of paper, and began to write, the entire truth coming out on paper.
ITo whoever finds this note,
I can't live with this guilt. I have to tell the truth before I die,
so you can understand. I helped set Chloe up. She never did any of those
things. Jan and I created the website and fixed the slides. I know you
can't understand why. How could you, what I did is unforgivable.
I was just so confused. I hated Chloe. She swooped into town,
and she stole my life. Belle talks to her more than me. Chloe was just
so perfect, smart, confident, and beautiful. The type of person you all
really should hang out with. I just knew that soon you'd discover how
much better she is than me and completely leave me. I was scared.
Shawn, Belle, Phillip, and Brady have been my best friends since, forever,
and then she came, and everything started to change. That's when I
knew that you guys started to finally see that I'm not good enough for you.
I could tell because we all hung out less and less, and you guys started to
pair off . . . .
I know I didn't deserve to have friends like you, and I still don't
know why you stayed around as long as you did. I have no idea why you
all even talked to me. I'm not pretty like Belle and Chloe, or smart like
the rest of you, or anything special. I don't even have much money. You
built the house I live in, because I'm just a homeless loser.
I know I'm a charity case for you all. That you hang out with me
bbecause/b I'm a charity case. But now, after what I did, I know you all hate
me. And I can't live with that. The only reason I've stayed here this long
was because I thought maybe, just maybe, I could make myself worthy of
you all. But I'm not. I'm just a total joke. I'm not even my own person, I
just try to be what I hope everyone wants, but I never can get it right.
~Philip, please, believe me. Chloe had nothing to do with this.
You two are destined for each other. Love her.
~Belle, you are the best friend I could have ever asked for. But I
know that you're too good for me. You've given me so much, and I've never
given you anything in return except jealousy. I don't know why you talk to
me, you're perfect. Beautiful, rich, sensitive . . . I'm just a feeble imitation
and was ridiculous to even try and be acceptable. I hope that you and
Shawn get married someday. It's so obvious that you love each other. I wish
that someone could have ever loved me even a fraction of what he does for you.
~Shawn, take care of Belle. She's your soul mate, hold on to her.
~Chloe, I am so, so sorry. My petty nature took over, and I have
hurt you over and over again. Please, don't blame anyone else but me and
Jan. We are fully responsible for everything. Brady had nothing to do
with any of this. He's too good of a person to ever hurt you, or anybody.
Philip loves you, and you're so lucky to have that. True love doesn't come
around that often. Grab hold of it, and don't let anyone take him away.
~And finally, Brady since I'm obviously dead, I can finally tell
you. I'm in love with you. Completely, totally, utterly, and hopelessly in
love with you. I have been for years. But because I'm your sisters 'best
friend', and a nothing, I know you could never love me.
I'm so sorry for hurting you all. I never should have listened to
Jan, but what she said sounded so right . . . . I know how wrong what
I've done was. And I know being alive and destroying everything I touch
isn't going to help anyone. Rather hurt them. I'm sorry if I've
inconvenienced anyone. But I know that as soon as I'm gone, you'll
realize how much better off you all are now, and move on.
Somebody tell my family that I love them. And watch over
Conner. I know that's asking too much, but please, think of it as one last
bit of charity . . .
Adieu,
Miriam Lockhart/I
Mimi set her note on the dresser next to her bed, then gathered up the large handful of pills she'd collected from all the left over bottles all over the house. Some were prescriptions and some were over the counter. But they would generate the desired effect, death.
A glass of water in hand, she took the medications, one after another until they were all gone. She began feeling light headed when she was reaching the end of the pills. She was thankful, knowing that the medications were doing their unintended by the manufactures, design.
Finally they were all gone, the empty bottles strewn about on the floor.
Mimi lay against her pillows, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally this hell would be over. She would finally rest, and go into the darkness where she couldn't hurt anyone else. She folded her hands on she stomach and a faint smile graced her lips, and the darkness she craved took her over
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
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