I do NOT own the song "All The Things She Said". As far as I know, it belongs to t. A. T. u. I'm just using it right now. Charity Campbell belongs to Heaven Marquin and also to herself. Long complicated story that I don't want to get into.
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All The Things She Said
By: £ Angel Marquin £
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Joe was sitting in the living room of his house, looking up at the ceiling. A beer bottle sat on the arm of the recliner that he was sitting in, his cold fingers wrapped loosely around it. Even as he sat there, trying to push the memories away, they came all the same. Memories of the one love of his life. She was dead. And all he could remember was all the things she said to him that day.
//All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough//
Charity had spent the night with him that night. They had went out for breakfast that morning, laughing and talking all the while.
"Joe," she said, grabbing his hand in both of hers.
"Yes, Chari," he asked, using his pet name for her.
"I love you no matter what, okay?"
"I love you, too," Joe said, leaning foward and kissing her deeply.
"If something should ever happen to me, I don't want you to mourn me, all right? I want you to live your life happily and move on. Promise me?"
"I promise," Joe said, smiling. "But I don't see why I have to. I won't ever let anyone hurt you for as long as I live."
"I know," she said, trying to keep herself from crying and succeding.
//I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help, it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise//
Joe should have known that something was up right then. But he didn't. They had walked back to his house together, hand in hand, smiling happily. Someone came up behind them and tapped Joe on the shoulder. As soon as he had turned around, a huge fist with brass knuckles on it hit him square in the face. He was knocked to the ground, the breath completly gone from him.
"You little bitch," snarled a police man, grabbing Charity by her hair and dragging her over to him. "I told you that if you kept seeing this hood I'd kill you and now I'm here to fufill my promise. First, you'll get to see the hood die."
The man raised the gun and shot Joe. There was an unbelieveable pain in his chest and suddenly, blood was everywhere. He couldn't see very well. His breaths were coming out in wheezing gasps. He heard Charity scream, but couldn't tell what was happening to her. His vision blacked out and he was slowly slipping ibnto unconsiness.
Someone grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. He squeezed back.
//I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes
but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where
it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free//
When Joe woke up, he was in a white room. At first, he thought that he was in Heaven {The place, not my little sister. LOL, Heavi!}. Then he realized that he was only in the hospital. He looked around for any sign of Charity, reciving none.
He could have never believed that someone as beautiful and sweet and caring as Charity could have ever came to be in his train wreck of a life. She was so perfect, like a golden ray of sunlight that came to deliever his world from the frigid grip of the cruel winter that had come to settle over him. No matter how hard he had tried to block her out, she was always there, loving him through it all. When they were alone, it was like they had a world all to themselves where no one and nothing mattered to them but each other.
The doctor soon came in, checking over the charts at the foot of his bed. The man was silent, not even sparing Joe a glance.
"Mr. Curry, you have some visitors," the doctor said after what seemed to be an eternity of silence. "I'll send them right in."
Heaven and Angel Marquin came into the room, holding hands, both trying to stop crying. The sisters just couldn't pull off the whole I'm-not-gonna-show-you-that-I'm-
really-upset-and-I'm-just-pretending-to-be-all-right act. The whole gang could tell when they were upset.
"Hi, Joe," Heaven said, squeezing his hand gently. Her hands were shaking and ice cold.
Both girls sat down, looking at Joe sadly. Angel wiped away her running eyeliner with a handkerchief. What were they crying for? It wasn't like someone had died...
"We're so sorry, Joe," Angel said, hugging her friend tightly.
"For what?"
"Joe, haven't they told you," asked the ever inquistive Heaven.
"Told me what?"
"Damn them," Angel whispered, growling slightly. Joe hadn't seen her get this mad in a long time. It was kinda scary. "DOCTOR! GET IN HERE, RIGHT NOW!!!!"
The doctor entered the room again, looking at Angel slightly confused.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
"YEAH, YOU CAN HELP ME, ASSHOLE! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED?! WERE YOU PLANNING ON LEAVING IT TO US WHEN WE STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN OVER THE SHOCK OF IT ALL?! YOU BETTER TELL HIM OR SO HELP ME, I WILL SPLIT YOU OPEN LIKE A WATERMELON!!"
"Now, ma'am, no need to get hostile," the doctor said nervously, starting to back away slowly.
"SHE'S NOT GETTING HOSTILE," Heaven yelled, coming to stand beside Angel, "SHE'S GETTING HOMICIDIAL AND I'M JOINING HER! IF YOU DON'T TELL JOE WHAT HE HAS THE RIGHT TO KNOW, SHE WON'T HAVE TO KILL YOU BECAUSE I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!!"
Man, those Marquin sisters could be really scary sometimes. Joe shuddered just thinking about what it would be like to be in the doctor's place.
"Mr. Curry, if I may be extremly blunt?"
"Go ahead," Joe said, starting to get a foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Your girlfriend, Ms. Charity Campbell, is dead."
Joe stopped breathing. It felt like someone had poured ice cold water down his spine and it was just creeping down like it had all the time in the world. All he could remember now was all of the things that Charity had said to him that day.
//All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
This in not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said//
Joe took another gulp of his beer, trying to drink away his pain. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that no matter how much he drank, this pain would never go away with alochol. The memories still flooded him.
//And I'm all mixed up,
feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face,
wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare- don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for her
what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head//
Joe could remember when they would walk together on the street. People would stop and stare at them, but Joe could have cared less. Charity was the delicate morning rain that was the only that had the ability to wash away his pain and comfort him. No one knew him like she did. No one could have ever known what lurked deep in the confines of his soul like she did.
When they stared, it didn't bother him. He knew that what they felt was right. He knew that they loved one another. Nothing anyone could say could have ever made him believe otherwise. They were so connected, they could tell what the other was thinking sometimes. Joe knew that he would never find that kind of love again in a million lifetimes.
//Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind//
No one could convince Joe to come out of the house. They decided to give him his space and enough time to heal. But all of them knew that no matter how much time they gave him, he could never recover fully from this loss. Charity had died because of him. The man that had murdered her was an ex-lover who told her if she ever dated again, he would track her down and kill her. He made good on his promise and Joe blamed himself...
"Mother, what have I done," he whispered, tears running down his tanned face. "I have lost my mind. What do they see now?"
//Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?//
"Father, can you tell me if I'll ever be free? Or is it too late now? Have I crossed the line of no return? Will I never be able to escape from this heartache?"
Joe gulped the last bit of his beer down and wiped his face on his shirt. Inside, he had been dying ever since he heard that horrid news. Soon enough, his body would catch up to his heart and he would finally die out of heartbreak. And all he could remember was all the things she said that faithful, heartbreaking day...
£ The End £
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All The Things She Said
By: £ Angel Marquin £
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Joe was sitting in the living room of his house, looking up at the ceiling. A beer bottle sat on the arm of the recliner that he was sitting in, his cold fingers wrapped loosely around it. Even as he sat there, trying to push the memories away, they came all the same. Memories of the one love of his life. She was dead. And all he could remember was all the things she said to him that day.
//All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough//
Charity had spent the night with him that night. They had went out for breakfast that morning, laughing and talking all the while.
"Joe," she said, grabbing his hand in both of hers.
"Yes, Chari," he asked, using his pet name for her.
"I love you no matter what, okay?"
"I love you, too," Joe said, leaning foward and kissing her deeply.
"If something should ever happen to me, I don't want you to mourn me, all right? I want you to live your life happily and move on. Promise me?"
"I promise," Joe said, smiling. "But I don't see why I have to. I won't ever let anyone hurt you for as long as I live."
"I know," she said, trying to keep herself from crying and succeding.
//I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help, it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise//
Joe should have known that something was up right then. But he didn't. They had walked back to his house together, hand in hand, smiling happily. Someone came up behind them and tapped Joe on the shoulder. As soon as he had turned around, a huge fist with brass knuckles on it hit him square in the face. He was knocked to the ground, the breath completly gone from him.
"You little bitch," snarled a police man, grabbing Charity by her hair and dragging her over to him. "I told you that if you kept seeing this hood I'd kill you and now I'm here to fufill my promise. First, you'll get to see the hood die."
The man raised the gun and shot Joe. There was an unbelieveable pain in his chest and suddenly, blood was everywhere. He couldn't see very well. His breaths were coming out in wheezing gasps. He heard Charity scream, but couldn't tell what was happening to her. His vision blacked out and he was slowly slipping ibnto unconsiness.
Someone grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. He squeezed back.
//I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes
but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where
it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free//
When Joe woke up, he was in a white room. At first, he thought that he was in Heaven {The place, not my little sister. LOL, Heavi!}. Then he realized that he was only in the hospital. He looked around for any sign of Charity, reciving none.
He could have never believed that someone as beautiful and sweet and caring as Charity could have ever came to be in his train wreck of a life. She was so perfect, like a golden ray of sunlight that came to deliever his world from the frigid grip of the cruel winter that had come to settle over him. No matter how hard he had tried to block her out, she was always there, loving him through it all. When they were alone, it was like they had a world all to themselves where no one and nothing mattered to them but each other.
The doctor soon came in, checking over the charts at the foot of his bed. The man was silent, not even sparing Joe a glance.
"Mr. Curry, you have some visitors," the doctor said after what seemed to be an eternity of silence. "I'll send them right in."
Heaven and Angel Marquin came into the room, holding hands, both trying to stop crying. The sisters just couldn't pull off the whole I'm-not-gonna-show-you-that-I'm-
really-upset-and-I'm-just-pretending-to-be-all-right act. The whole gang could tell when they were upset.
"Hi, Joe," Heaven said, squeezing his hand gently. Her hands were shaking and ice cold.
Both girls sat down, looking at Joe sadly. Angel wiped away her running eyeliner with a handkerchief. What were they crying for? It wasn't like someone had died...
"We're so sorry, Joe," Angel said, hugging her friend tightly.
"For what?"
"Joe, haven't they told you," asked the ever inquistive Heaven.
"Told me what?"
"Damn them," Angel whispered, growling slightly. Joe hadn't seen her get this mad in a long time. It was kinda scary. "DOCTOR! GET IN HERE, RIGHT NOW!!!!"
The doctor entered the room again, looking at Angel slightly confused.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
"YEAH, YOU CAN HELP ME, ASSHOLE! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED?! WERE YOU PLANNING ON LEAVING IT TO US WHEN WE STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN OVER THE SHOCK OF IT ALL?! YOU BETTER TELL HIM OR SO HELP ME, I WILL SPLIT YOU OPEN LIKE A WATERMELON!!"
"Now, ma'am, no need to get hostile," the doctor said nervously, starting to back away slowly.
"SHE'S NOT GETTING HOSTILE," Heaven yelled, coming to stand beside Angel, "SHE'S GETTING HOMICIDIAL AND I'M JOINING HER! IF YOU DON'T TELL JOE WHAT HE HAS THE RIGHT TO KNOW, SHE WON'T HAVE TO KILL YOU BECAUSE I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!!"
Man, those Marquin sisters could be really scary sometimes. Joe shuddered just thinking about what it would be like to be in the doctor's place.
"Mr. Curry, if I may be extremly blunt?"
"Go ahead," Joe said, starting to get a foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Your girlfriend, Ms. Charity Campbell, is dead."
Joe stopped breathing. It felt like someone had poured ice cold water down his spine and it was just creeping down like it had all the time in the world. All he could remember now was all of the things that Charity had said to him that day.
//All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
This in not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said//
Joe took another gulp of his beer, trying to drink away his pain. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that no matter how much he drank, this pain would never go away with alochol. The memories still flooded him.
//And I'm all mixed up,
feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face,
wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare- don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for her
what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head//
Joe could remember when they would walk together on the street. People would stop and stare at them, but Joe could have cared less. Charity was the delicate morning rain that was the only that had the ability to wash away his pain and comfort him. No one knew him like she did. No one could have ever known what lurked deep in the confines of his soul like she did.
When they stared, it didn't bother him. He knew that what they felt was right. He knew that they loved one another. Nothing anyone could say could have ever made him believe otherwise. They were so connected, they could tell what the other was thinking sometimes. Joe knew that he would never find that kind of love again in a million lifetimes.
//Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind//
No one could convince Joe to come out of the house. They decided to give him his space and enough time to heal. But all of them knew that no matter how much time they gave him, he could never recover fully from this loss. Charity had died because of him. The man that had murdered her was an ex-lover who told her if she ever dated again, he would track her down and kill her. He made good on his promise and Joe blamed himself...
"Mother, what have I done," he whispered, tears running down his tanned face. "I have lost my mind. What do they see now?"
//Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?//
"Father, can you tell me if I'll ever be free? Or is it too late now? Have I crossed the line of no return? Will I never be able to escape from this heartache?"
Joe gulped the last bit of his beer down and wiped his face on his shirt. Inside, he had been dying ever since he heard that horrid news. Soon enough, his body would catch up to his heart and he would finally die out of heartbreak. And all he could remember was all the things she said that faithful, heartbreaking day...
£ The End £