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Chapter Fifteen: "I Try to Blame It on Fortune- Some Kind of Twist In My Fate"
Reishia watched the couple from the balcony. She tried to be happy for them, but her heart was shattered. It wasn't fair that they were happy and she was miserable and alone. She felt the sobs in her chest but refused to release them.
"Every story
New or ancient
Bagatelle or work of art
All are tales of human failing
All are tales of love at heart…"
She chuckled bitterly, musing at the irony.
She watched Sarah kiss Jareth. Her eyes narrowed.
"Mine," she whispered. "He's mine!"
"MINE!" her mind screamed.
She whimpered from the restraints on her emotions. Her sadness melted away to leave untamed rage.
"She took him from me! It's all her fault! If Sarah's not around he can be mine again." A gun formed in her hand. "That fucking whore took him from me! She took him away and now she must die. DIE!" she thought, raising her gun.
She aimed at Sarah's head. As she was about to cock the gun, she paused. What was she doing? Her senses came back to her as she stepped back. She was just seriously thinking about killing her best friend! This wasn't even her fault. It was Darien's. He's the one that took her away from Jareth. But now Jareth wanted another. And could she really blame him? He had been left alone and miserable for decades, thinking she was dead. And now that she was back, it was too late.
She was unwanted. He didn't love her anymore. She had nothing left. She was doomed to live a lonely existence in her castle, all alone for all eternity. Her free hand came up to her mouth, muffling the sobs that had escaped. She backed away from the balcony, stumbling inside. She shut the doors to the balcony and pulled the curtains across, not wanting the light inside.
One tear escaped, then two. She couldn't live like this, with this tear in her heart. She looked at the gun in her hand. If someone had told her she was going to commit suicide someday, she would have laughed. But now it seemed like it was the only answer. For a second, she pitied the person who would find her body. She wondered who would come to her funeral and cry... or who will spit on her grave.
She closed her eyes.
She put the gun against her temple.
Everything slowed but her heart raced.
She whispered her goodbye.
Took a deep breath-
And pulled the trigger.
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And yes, before you ask: I really AM that evil. Enjoy! And REVIEW please.
Disclaimer: *holds up a microphone* Will the real Jim Henson please stand up? I repeat, will the real Jim Henson please stand up? *sits down* We're gonna have a problem here.
Chapter Fifteen: "I Try to Blame It on Fortune- Some Kind of Twist In My Fate"
Reishia watched the couple from the balcony. She tried to be happy for them, but her heart was shattered. It wasn't fair that they were happy and she was miserable and alone. She felt the sobs in her chest but refused to release them.
"Every story
New or ancient
Bagatelle or work of art
All are tales of human failing
All are tales of love at heart…"
She chuckled bitterly, musing at the irony.
She watched Sarah kiss Jareth. Her eyes narrowed.
"Mine," she whispered. "He's mine!"
"MINE!" her mind screamed.
She whimpered from the restraints on her emotions. Her sadness melted away to leave untamed rage.
"She took him from me! It's all her fault! If Sarah's not around he can be mine again." A gun formed in her hand. "That fucking whore took him from me! She took him away and now she must die. DIE!" she thought, raising her gun.
She aimed at Sarah's head. As she was about to cock the gun, she paused. What was she doing? Her senses came back to her as she stepped back. She was just seriously thinking about killing her best friend! This wasn't even her fault. It was Darien's. He's the one that took her away from Jareth. But now Jareth wanted another. And could she really blame him? He had been left alone and miserable for decades, thinking she was dead. And now that she was back, it was too late.
She was unwanted. He didn't love her anymore. She had nothing left. She was doomed to live a lonely existence in her castle, all alone for all eternity. Her free hand came up to her mouth, muffling the sobs that had escaped. She backed away from the balcony, stumbling inside. She shut the doors to the balcony and pulled the curtains across, not wanting the light inside.
One tear escaped, then two. She couldn't live like this, with this tear in her heart. She looked at the gun in her hand. If someone had told her she was going to commit suicide someday, she would have laughed. But now it seemed like it was the only answer. For a second, she pitied the person who would find her body. She wondered who would come to her funeral and cry... or who will spit on her grave.
She closed her eyes.
She put the gun against her temple.
Everything slowed but her heart raced.
She whispered her goodbye.
Took a deep breath-
And pulled the trigger.
*
And yes, before you ask: I really AM that evil. Enjoy! And REVIEW please.
