"My name is Kylie Summers."
But what does that matter to you? Can I be categorized and catalogued like the rest of the human race. Would you even pretend to care if I told you all that was my heart and soul, all the was my world, or ever important to me, just came crashing down?
Of course, I can, because he always was right. Of course, you would, because you think I'll care.
But it won't help. You can't, won't, don't understand I'm gone.
"Just what the world needs, another bloody Summers," SpellSong's sarcastic words, tormenting in their cruelty, launched at her.
Bitch.
Cold Hearted. Cold blooded. No feeling. Bitch.
"I'm dead," the words feel like lead leaving my lips.
"Shhhh," Ala'ria tells me as she pulls me into her arms and I don't fight her. She's trying to help, but doesn't know she can't.
I hate crying in front of other people, but can't stop the tears. I can't feel her arms, but i know their around me now. I'm gone; silent inside where the sunshine was, dead where my heart beat.
"Kylie Summers? That sounds strangly familiar. Are you a screen star or tv show actress or a Opera sing?"the man calls out.
I want to tell him I'm not famous. I've never been anyone but me, but my teeth feel like they're glued together now. I'm not anyone important, any part of anything special. Not anymore.
{WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!!}
No answer. Not even a fluxuation in the nothing. Even when he was angry or hurt he never, never, NEVER, left me. We can't leave each other. We're the halves to one whole. We can't survive without each other, can't live.
"I'm sure I know the name. Wait-- Oh!"
I cringe. I can't help it now. I don't have his strength.
"Your one of those two multi-billionaire heirs, aren't you?"
I try not to laugh at the irony -I'm dead, and he wants to talk money- but i can't help it. I'm nodding, a gale of hysteric laugher leaves my mouth as his sentence finshes, followed with sheets of tears coursing my face. This is such the way of the world. Nothing matters but your money.
Our money. B & J's money. Our foster parents before they died. Mine and my brother's.
But what does that matter to you? Can I be categorized and catalogued like the rest of the human race. Would you even pretend to care if I told you all that was my heart and soul, all the was my world, or ever important to me, just came crashing down?
Of course, I can, because he always was right. Of course, you would, because you think I'll care.
But it won't help. You can't, won't, don't understand I'm gone.
"Just what the world needs, another bloody Summers," SpellSong's sarcastic words, tormenting in their cruelty, launched at her.
Bitch.
Cold Hearted. Cold blooded. No feeling. Bitch.
"I'm dead," the words feel like lead leaving my lips.
"Shhhh," Ala'ria tells me as she pulls me into her arms and I don't fight her. She's trying to help, but doesn't know she can't.
I hate crying in front of other people, but can't stop the tears. I can't feel her arms, but i know their around me now. I'm gone; silent inside where the sunshine was, dead where my heart beat.
"Kylie Summers? That sounds strangly familiar. Are you a screen star or tv show actress or a Opera sing?"the man calls out.
I want to tell him I'm not famous. I've never been anyone but me, but my teeth feel like they're glued together now. I'm not anyone important, any part of anything special. Not anymore.
{WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!!}
No answer. Not even a fluxuation in the nothing. Even when he was angry or hurt he never, never, NEVER, left me. We can't leave each other. We're the halves to one whole. We can't survive without each other, can't live.
"I'm sure I know the name. Wait-- Oh!"
I cringe. I can't help it now. I don't have his strength.
"Your one of those two multi-billionaire heirs, aren't you?"
I try not to laugh at the irony -I'm dead, and he wants to talk money- but i can't help it. I'm nodding, a gale of hysteric laugher leaves my mouth as his sentence finshes, followed with sheets of tears coursing my face. This is such the way of the world. Nothing matters but your money.
Our money. B & J's money. Our foster parents before they died. Mine and my brother's.
