Summary: Priss is having trouble after Galatea's death and needs to get back home, will someone come and rescue her or do they not care?
Piss off life
By Cat
Prologue
My God, I'm lucky I'm still alive, with all the shit that's happened to me lately. Not that I want to be alive. I've wanted to die ever since my parents died in the earth quake, sixteen years ago. I even tried to commit suicide in the orphanage; but that didn't work; every one kept walking in on me. When I was sixteen I tried to run away, I was sure that I'd die of starvation, but then I was found by the leader of the Devils couldn't think of anything better, a notorious biker gang that was rumoured to kill all those that got in their path. I was so happy when they found me and thought they would kill me for sure, but I was wrong, and I was happy. For once in my life since my parents died, I was happy.
The leader of the Devils loved me, and I loved him. We shared some great times together, and then he got murdered. By GENOM. I wanted to try and commit suicide again. Sylia found me one night and asked me to join the Knight Sabers. I thought of it as another excuse to try and get myself killed. Fucking hell, look where it got me. In the middle of some fucking desert. No clothes, no food, no water, no shoes and no friends.
I was just getting to know them too. Leon's a great guy, I hate to admit it but he is. I love him, I'm sure he'll understand, I had to do it. I had to destroy Galatea, any way. At first, he treated me like a cheap bar pickup; I wonder why he stopped. It's a mystery.
As for Nene and Linna; they were good friends, Linna actually bothered to be my friend, so did Nene, and Mackie too, come to it. But not Sylia. Nene, Linna, Mackie, and I were just puppets in her little game of fun. She was willing to gives us anything, every thing and nothing. She was willing to take life from our hands and sell our souls to the devil. I thank her for that; she's taken the thing I wanted to get rid of so badly.
Jaid, Maxon and Fox were also my friends, as well as my band mates. They were my best friends. Oh shit; I promised them a world tour. That is not my fault.
Oh well, that's how life is. . .
To be continued. . .
Angel: Well that was just the prologue, hope you liked it; if you did please review. If you didn't; then ignore this story. Until next time, bye.