Sequel to fire, can be read independently.
Disclaimer : Zigzag belongs to Louis Sachar, and the sister and father to.
I think.
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The darkness indeed.
I would find it welcoming now.
There, where there is no colour, no fire, no expectations.
No need to breath.
No need to keep going.
No need to hide.
To hide my fears.
Is it really that unbeleivable?
It's quite possible that there is a virus in the air, and that it only attacks people with my blood type.
It's quite possible that if I don't blink exacly three times in a row every ten blink that Something will happen.
It's all quite possible.
If my fears were so inconsiderate, unrealistic and just plain impossible, then I wouldn't pay attention to them.
They think I'm stupid, that I'm afraid without reasons.
It's not true.
It's not true!
Tell them!
Tell him!
I'm not crazy!
They will die if they don't listen to me.
I know things.
Things that other people don't see.
Thats why I'm here.
In this world I mean.
I'm here to warn them.
To save people.
I was just trying to save my sister when I burned the classroom!
To get her away from that teacher.
He was mean.
Cruel.
Perverse.
Demonic.
He was against me.
He was the white.
There is white everywhere around us.
But some white things are really black.
And some fires are white.
But no fire, and no white will ever be black.
Thats why the black is safe.
It's the peace.
The choices we make.
The nice truth.
The usefull lies.
The free love and hatred.
It's everything real.
The white on the other hand.
It cannot be good.
It just simply cannot be good!
How could he
It
Be good, when it's always there when I hurt.
How could he
It
Be good, when it is the cause of horrible things around the world, around my world.
When it surrounds me in my cell.
Even when I close my eyes I see it.
It even has a smell now.
Like burned toast.
And it has a feeling.
Silky.
Sticky.
Heavy.
Like a pressure, permantly trying to get into you, to know your every secret.
If I let it in, it will betray me.
If I let him in, he will betray me again.
If my father
The white
Gets into my life again, he
It
Will kill me.
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Good, bad, yes, no, review? And this will be three parts again, the last one should be in by the end of the weekend. Which didnt start yet technicly.oh well. It will come in due time :) Should I do a third one after? Would be called Dark. I don't know.advice anyone?
* * *
The darkness indeed.
I would find it welcoming now.
There, where there is no colour, no fire, no expectations.
No need to breath.
No need to keep going.
No need to hide.
To hide my fears.
Is it really that unbeleivable?
It's quite possible that there is a virus in the air, and that it only attacks people with my blood type.
It's quite possible that if I don't blink exacly three times in a row every ten blink that Something will happen.
It's all quite possible.
If my fears were so inconsiderate, unrealistic and just plain impossible, then I wouldn't pay attention to them.
They think I'm stupid, that I'm afraid without reasons.
It's not true.
It's not true!
Tell them!
Tell him!
I'm not crazy!
They will die if they don't listen to me.
I know things.
Things that other people don't see.
Thats why I'm here.
In this world I mean.
I'm here to warn them.
To save people.
I was just trying to save my sister when I burned the classroom!
To get her away from that teacher.
He was mean.
Cruel.
Perverse.
Demonic.
He was against me.
He was the white.
There is white everywhere around us.
But some white things are really black.
And some fires are white.
But no fire, and no white will ever be black.
Thats why the black is safe.
It's the peace.
The choices we make.
The nice truth.
The usefull lies.
The free love and hatred.
It's everything real.
The white on the other hand.
It cannot be good.
It just simply cannot be good!
How could he
It
Be good, when it's always there when I hurt.
How could he
It
Be good, when it is the cause of horrible things around the world, around my world.
When it surrounds me in my cell.
Even when I close my eyes I see it.
It even has a smell now.
Like burned toast.
And it has a feeling.
Silky.
Sticky.
Heavy.
Like a pressure, permantly trying to get into you, to know your every secret.
If I let it in, it will betray me.
If I let him in, he will betray me again.
If my father
The white
Gets into my life again, he
It
Will kill me.
* * *
Good, bad, yes, no, review? And this will be three parts again, the last one should be in by the end of the weekend. Which didnt start yet technicly.oh well. It will come in due time :) Should I do a third one after? Would be called Dark. I don't know.advice anyone?
