Fandom Avenger: Sorry if my 'teeny bopper mary sue' upsets you. I'm just trying to get into a different mind set you see? Because every other fanfiction I've written has been from the point of view of a perfect person. A goddess if you will, someone who is fair and loving.
And, since you reviewed, I have been trying to bring my grammar up to scrap.
Here's another paragraph: I've finally figured out what bothers me so much about you. You expect too much from America's youth. Because you had terrific schooling and you're more intelligent than most people, you assume that everyone else must meet your standards or be lashed with you forked tongue...er... keys. Well, guess what? AMERICA'S YOUTH IS WHITE TRASH. I'm sorry to say, but its true. The generation I am currently growing up with is consisted of people that want to be actors and basketball players. They're slackers, the whole lot of them. Some are less slacky than others, but in the long run... This is sad because I realize that there are going to be about 30 people in my graduating class that get B's and aren't pregnant or high. Thirty, out of 400.
The World is Doomed. Wait! We have other countries, like Canada, and Japan that can lead us to a brighter future! Maybe the world won't be run by tire salesmen! Not that there's anything wrong with that profession....
Anyway, back to my original point for writing this; Fandom Avenger, I have a very weak tolerance for people critizing my writing, and the writing of others. If you wanted an intelligent story, write your own. Regardless of what you do, I think it is time for me to resign from the PD world of Fanfictions. So, here it is. The last chapter of Sister.
Enjoy! Oh, and FandomAvenger? I'd appriciate a lot if you wouldn't review.
Okay, So,I have 8 inch hair that isn't triangular, a boyfriend to die for, some of the best friends, granted that they may be insane, in the world, and a couple of loving parents. What does my sister have?
Nada, squat, zip, zero.
But, they called and said that she was stable, not to worry, they were going to keep her for observation for a few days. That night, mom kept me home from Princess Lessons, and sat down with me.
"Mia, I need to discuss something to you about your sister."
"Kay"
"You see, when Media was very young, she decided to go swimming alone after Grandmere said she couldn't go. Media had said that she hated Grandmere, me your father, and you, and then she stormed off. We weren't really worried about her, because she was pretty reliable. However, she went swimming in the french Riveria, and she wasn't very good, so she began to drown. Luckily, Dereck was there with her, and he pulled her out of the water before she sunk all the way. Because of drowning, her brain suffered some damage, and that's why she's so .......insane I guess is the only word to describe it. She puts up a good front, but she's truly insane. Clinically and everything."
"WHOA." I said lamely. I had no idea."That must have sucked."
"Yup. It did, but she got better over the years."
"hmm. So, this is the end of Media."
"Yes, this is the end of Media"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~narrator's point of view/ Media's room in Bellevieu~~~~~~~~~~~
A soft knock was heard. The nurse said "Come in" with false cheeriness, and smiled at Dereck when he entered, holding a small bouquet and a book.
"Well, good afternoon,hon. She's awake if you want ta go in and talk to her."
"Yeah, I'd like that" he smiled softly. The nurse smiled back.
"I'm sure she'd appreciate it" She lead him into a pale blue room with a bed, a t.v. a small bookself that was already full, and a easy chair that was dyed to match the room. It was orderly and hospital clean. The only thing that was out of place was the sober patient.
"Molly hun, look who's come to visit." The nurse said. Media looked up into Dereck 's face, which was smiling. Her eyes were blank.
"I'll leave you two alone to talk." said the nurse.
~On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"~
"Hey baby" Dereck laid the flowers and book down on the desk and kissed the top of Media's head. "How are you?"
Media took a deep breath and nodded "I'm fine. Well, insane, but fine."
"But that's okay, we'll get you stablized and then you can be back, to the world."
Media stared at him. Did she want to go back? Did she want to go through that endless torture that people call living? Or, did she want to stay here, in the blank, soft, peace of this walled life. Did she want to live, or have someone else live fore her. Someone who isn't insane, or calmly angry or delicate as a piece of painted glass. Someone who can go into the light and not be blinded by its shear brightness, the way it openly displays itself.
~It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud~
Did she want to be steel, or limestone?
"Dia? You okay?"
"Fine, just thinking."
"oh. Well, the doctors have said that you can be out of here in a few weeks. Until then, I'll bring you homework, and everything okay? In fact, I'll get everyone over here, all your friends. Then I'll see if I can take you outside for a while and.."
"No." she cut him off. "I don't want to be steel anymore."
~On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night~
"What are you talking about?" Dereck kneeled beside her. "you're not steel, you're flesh and bone. Talk to me Dia."
She took a deep breath, then said,
"You won't come here anymore, you won't bring anyone or send anyone here. I won't leave here in a couple of weeks. I'm going to stay her forever. I hate that world, and that thing you people call living. What good is it? All it is is different kinds of pain mixed up through a day. What do people remember the most? NOT HAPPINESS OR GOODNESS, BUT PAIN, AND ANGER, HOSTILITY. WHAT ARE ALL YOUR STUPID WARS ABOUT? PAIN. I'm sick of it, NO MORE. No more pain. I'll stay here. I'd rather be inclosed in stone than in Pain."
"You don't know what you're saying, Dia."Dereck shushed her with his finger. "You just need to rest. I saw you drown, but only a strong person could keep swimming after she's lost sight of the shore. You did that. Your a rock, an island, Media. Your my island, and I love you." he slipped a silver ring on her finger. "Truly." He turned her face towards his. "And I'm not turning away."
~No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?~
He kissed her deeply as if he was putting every part of his being into it. Every part of his heart. He was the first to pull away.
"Dereck..."Media began.
"What, love?"
"You're not turning away.." she breathed, then stared into his eyes "But I am."
Dereck stared at her. She took his hands down from her neck, stood up, and helped him to his feet.
"What?"
"I can't live in that world. It's hard, and cruel, and its killing me."She hugged him tight. "I do love you, you know I do. But sometimes hate overides love. This is one of those times. I.." He shoved away from her.
"GO TO HELL" he said harshly, spitting each word, he turned around, and stalked out the door.
~No more turning away~
Media sighed deeply, and turned to the book he had left her.
It was Les Miserables.
END SCEEN.
okay, the end. Brilliant Dance belongs to Dashboard Confessional, On the Turning Away belongs to Pink Floyd. and Les Miserables belongs to Victor Hugo.
And, since you reviewed, I have been trying to bring my grammar up to scrap.
Here's another paragraph: I've finally figured out what bothers me so much about you. You expect too much from America's youth. Because you had terrific schooling and you're more intelligent than most people, you assume that everyone else must meet your standards or be lashed with you forked tongue...er... keys. Well, guess what? AMERICA'S YOUTH IS WHITE TRASH. I'm sorry to say, but its true. The generation I am currently growing up with is consisted of people that want to be actors and basketball players. They're slackers, the whole lot of them. Some are less slacky than others, but in the long run... This is sad because I realize that there are going to be about 30 people in my graduating class that get B's and aren't pregnant or high. Thirty, out of 400.
The World is Doomed. Wait! We have other countries, like Canada, and Japan that can lead us to a brighter future! Maybe the world won't be run by tire salesmen! Not that there's anything wrong with that profession....
Anyway, back to my original point for writing this; Fandom Avenger, I have a very weak tolerance for people critizing my writing, and the writing of others. If you wanted an intelligent story, write your own. Regardless of what you do, I think it is time for me to resign from the PD world of Fanfictions. So, here it is. The last chapter of Sister.
Enjoy! Oh, and FandomAvenger? I'd appriciate a lot if you wouldn't review.
Okay, So,I have 8 inch hair that isn't triangular, a boyfriend to die for, some of the best friends, granted that they may be insane, in the world, and a couple of loving parents. What does my sister have?
Nada, squat, zip, zero.
But, they called and said that she was stable, not to worry, they were going to keep her for observation for a few days. That night, mom kept me home from Princess Lessons, and sat down with me.
"Mia, I need to discuss something to you about your sister."
"Kay"
"You see, when Media was very young, she decided to go swimming alone after Grandmere said she couldn't go. Media had said that she hated Grandmere, me your father, and you, and then she stormed off. We weren't really worried about her, because she was pretty reliable. However, she went swimming in the french Riveria, and she wasn't very good, so she began to drown. Luckily, Dereck was there with her, and he pulled her out of the water before she sunk all the way. Because of drowning, her brain suffered some damage, and that's why she's so .......insane I guess is the only word to describe it. She puts up a good front, but she's truly insane. Clinically and everything."
"WHOA." I said lamely. I had no idea."That must have sucked."
"Yup. It did, but she got better over the years."
"hmm. So, this is the end of Media."
"Yes, this is the end of Media"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~narrator's point of view/ Media's room in Bellevieu~~~~~~~~~~~
A soft knock was heard. The nurse said "Come in" with false cheeriness, and smiled at Dereck when he entered, holding a small bouquet and a book.
"Well, good afternoon,hon. She's awake if you want ta go in and talk to her."
"Yeah, I'd like that" he smiled softly. The nurse smiled back.
"I'm sure she'd appreciate it" She lead him into a pale blue room with a bed, a t.v. a small bookself that was already full, and a easy chair that was dyed to match the room. It was orderly and hospital clean. The only thing that was out of place was the sober patient.
"Molly hun, look who's come to visit." The nurse said. Media looked up into Dereck 's face, which was smiling. Her eyes were blank.
"I'll leave you two alone to talk." said the nurse.
~On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"~
"Hey baby" Dereck laid the flowers and book down on the desk and kissed the top of Media's head. "How are you?"
Media took a deep breath and nodded "I'm fine. Well, insane, but fine."
"But that's okay, we'll get you stablized and then you can be back, to the world."
Media stared at him. Did she want to go back? Did she want to go through that endless torture that people call living? Or, did she want to stay here, in the blank, soft, peace of this walled life. Did she want to live, or have someone else live fore her. Someone who isn't insane, or calmly angry or delicate as a piece of painted glass. Someone who can go into the light and not be blinded by its shear brightness, the way it openly displays itself.
~It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud~
Did she want to be steel, or limestone?
"Dia? You okay?"
"Fine, just thinking."
"oh. Well, the doctors have said that you can be out of here in a few weeks. Until then, I'll bring you homework, and everything okay? In fact, I'll get everyone over here, all your friends. Then I'll see if I can take you outside for a while and.."
"No." she cut him off. "I don't want to be steel anymore."
~On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night~
"What are you talking about?" Dereck kneeled beside her. "you're not steel, you're flesh and bone. Talk to me Dia."
She took a deep breath, then said,
"You won't come here anymore, you won't bring anyone or send anyone here. I won't leave here in a couple of weeks. I'm going to stay her forever. I hate that world, and that thing you people call living. What good is it? All it is is different kinds of pain mixed up through a day. What do people remember the most? NOT HAPPINESS OR GOODNESS, BUT PAIN, AND ANGER, HOSTILITY. WHAT ARE ALL YOUR STUPID WARS ABOUT? PAIN. I'm sick of it, NO MORE. No more pain. I'll stay here. I'd rather be inclosed in stone than in Pain."
"You don't know what you're saying, Dia."Dereck shushed her with his finger. "You just need to rest. I saw you drown, but only a strong person could keep swimming after she's lost sight of the shore. You did that. Your a rock, an island, Media. Your my island, and I love you." he slipped a silver ring on her finger. "Truly." He turned her face towards his. "And I'm not turning away."
~No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?~
He kissed her deeply as if he was putting every part of his being into it. Every part of his heart. He was the first to pull away.
"Dereck..."Media began.
"What, love?"
"You're not turning away.." she breathed, then stared into his eyes "But I am."
Dereck stared at her. She took his hands down from her neck, stood up, and helped him to his feet.
"What?"
"I can't live in that world. It's hard, and cruel, and its killing me."She hugged him tight. "I do love you, you know I do. But sometimes hate overides love. This is one of those times. I.." He shoved away from her.
"GO TO HELL" he said harshly, spitting each word, he turned around, and stalked out the door.
~No more turning away~
Media sighed deeply, and turned to the book he had left her.
It was Les Miserables.
END SCEEN.
okay, the end. Brilliant Dance belongs to Dashboard Confessional, On the Turning Away belongs to Pink Floyd. and Les Miserables belongs to Victor Hugo.