Author's note: Hello! How are you all? :)
This isn't the story I had talked about... This one was written in
one hour on Thursday February 27th 2003. And it has nothing to do with
my other stories, posted or not posted. This may not be a pure fanfiction
so I'm sorry if it causes any disappointment.
I'd like to thank NiteSkyStar , for the first sentences of 'Jaded
Starlight' gave me the idea.
And thank you too, Tina Lindhorst...
And everyone who wrote those lovely reviews the last time!
--This story is dedicated to everyone who writes and enjoys HA! fanfics.--
Love&Peace!
e.
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Blue Flames by Storyteller E.
This was it! There was no explanation necessary anymore. She had come
to an end. All inside her had come to an end.
A definite end.
Anger was an extension of hurt. It had always been for her. But not
anymore.
There never was going to be any hurt again. It had come to an end.
Bridges had turned to blue flames, nothing was left behind…
Her hair swayed and danced furiously as she ran. Never again was it
to see the light of day. It was over… It had come to an end…
"Why?" she asked the sky.
But there never was going to be another answer for her…
Something red in front of her.
All the man was doing, was waiting for the bus that was going to take
him home.
The glow of his red coat under the streetlight was his only wrong.
Nothing mattered, so she attacked him. Anger blinding her. Now forever…
She hit his chest with all her force, kicked his knees. He collapsed
moaning. She continued kicking, kicking.
"Do you feel it?!" she screamed.
"The pain! Bloody bastard, do you feel the fuckin' pain?!"
She didn't know him, he didn't know her. It was all because she had
come to an end.
She was crying wildly, yelling like mad. And in a way yes, she was
mad. She wasn't herself anymore. She wasn't going to wake up… Never again…
She kicked and punched him continuously, shouting "Can you feel it?!"
over and over…
All those years…
Long, lonely, lonesome…
All those years…
This was her final gift to them, the pathetic heap of sorrow lying
on the pavement. Her sorrow…
There… Done…
Causing a pale smile, a content shiver ran through her mind and body
as she stood back and looked at her work.
She licked the salt from her lips and made an effort to wipe her cheek
dry, smearing blood all over her face.
She was finished.
The boy with the cornflower hair sat down on the other swing and let
his legs dangle down casually.
"Hello Helga. What's your reason for being here at this time of night?"
he asked.
She beside him, did not stir.
He noticed her eyes, lifeless, dead…
"Are…are you okay?…" he asked frightened.
There was nothing behind those eyes anymore. She was gone…
"Leave me alone Arnold! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" she screamed, frantically
getting up and pushing the swing away.
One last ripple in the liquid air…
The boy had never understood her. Neither did he now, why she was running
away, not even looking back…
There wasn't anything to look back at.
Not anymore…
It had come to an end.
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