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**Disclaimer** Don't own Slayers or any of the songs used here, unless I wrote them, in which I'll specify.
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Chapter 3:
Her songs had always had a purpose, to put her memories into song, in such a way that gave her a slightly better outlook on life, or at least, her past. In her mind, Lina sang a song she had written long after she had left home.
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I aint no queen of hearts,
I go through stages..
I fall in love
then complicate it
yea, you know the feeling
without much hope
just blind ambition
pretending that theres nothing missing
i always kept believing
that more..
i thought if i had more
i wouldnt get so bored
but everything just left me empty
love walking in and out of my door
wasnt good enough no more
when i dont trust myself, life really sucks
and first time i thought it but i didnt do it
last time thats when i really blew it
but this time im gonna do it different
cuz i know i know i know
if i put everything i have into it
eventually, im gonna get whats good for me
im just trying to be creative
but everyones so opinionated
they wanna tell me what im feeling
cuz one mans junks anothers treasure
when its done its hard to measure
or keep from believing
that more
if only i had more
i wouldnt get so bored
but i know its gonna leave me empty
life walking in and out of my door
wasnt good enough nomore
well i dont trust myself
my heart'll get stuck
and first time i thought it but i didnt do it
last time thats when i really blew it
but this time im gonna do it different
cuz i know i know i know
if i put everything i have into it
eventually, im gonna get whats good for me
cuz i don't want to
live my life wonderin
if only, i woulda, i shoulda, i coulda
but i didn't cuz i'd only blame myself again
and first time i thought it but i didnt do it
last time thats when i really blew it
but this time im gonna do it different
cuz i know i know i know
if i put everything i have into it
eventually, im gonna get whats good for me
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
A tiny, ten-year-old-girl sat on her bed, tears leaking out of her beautiful ruby eyes. She stared at her palm, blood running freely from dozens of cuts and slashes running up and down, side to side. Flesh was already bruising around the cuts and the girl could do no more than twitch her index finger ever-so-slightly. Ignoring the brilliant sunshine and sounds of other children's laughter outside, which normally would pull her outside herself, she put her good hand to her face and sobbed.
"Daddy, you're so mean! All i wanted to do was be like mommy!"
A tall, handsome, middle-aged man walked in and scowled at the crying child, "Girl, your mother was evil! She had them powers and she used them for horrible purposes. I ain't gonna let you become that you understand?"
The child was suddenly angered, ever since her mother's death, all her father did was bad-mouth her about the "witch-powers" her kind mother possessed. "If mommy was so evil then why'd you marry her?" She shouted at her father. As far as the little girl could remember, her mother had used her abilities for helping, healing, never hurting.
"I felt sorry for her, thought I could change 'er. Keep her from using them powers 'gain."
"You're lying-" She was cut off when her father crossed the room in three strides and belted her across the face so hard, she was pushed backward.
Reaching out, he took her hand and shoved it to her face, "Ya see this girl? I cut this up so you can't do that crap! You understand Lina, y'ain't gonna use it like your mother did! I'm not havin' my daughter get exiled for something I could'a stopped."
Lina just sat up and glared at him, refusing to let tears fall from her eyes. After a bit, he left and only then did she let the pain leak from her glistening eyes. Looking at her hand, she thought back to when her mother passed, Lina had been at her side, she had told her daughter to covet what she had, not let herself forget about it, but never use it for evil.
Lina had always considered experimenting with it, try to do something, after all those who had it had told her she was very powerful, it was her birthrate, but her father never looked highly upon her doing anything with her gift, so all she cose to do was dream; until that day. That's when she blew it, getting angry at some kitchenware, she blasted it. Lina herself, was ecstatic, it was a rush, feeling that power, that awareness, this was who she was, what she was meant to do.
In a rage, her father rushed in, madder than she'd ever seen him. He quickly surveyed the miss, his daughter, and her hand. It didn't take long for him to put things together, and he set about beating that rush out of her, then, cut up her right hand. Al she knew for the rest of that day was pain, her whole body hurt so bad her father had to carry her into her room. Eventually the pain subsided, then she cried, but refused to come out, not even hunger could persuade her.
From then on, she decided never to use her gift, to push it back to the farthest reaches of her mind. This time she was finally going to get it right by her father, after all, she still had many years to live with him before she could leave.
"But all I want is what's good for me." Lina lay down and fell asleep, a final tear falling fro mher cheek.
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a/n: tear jerker? This may sound morbid, but that's what i was goin for. Anyway, yeah, i just feel this incredible need to type so i'll probably be typing out chapter four too, then writing the rest of chapter five during study hall. Review!
**Disclaimer** Don't own Slayers or any of the songs used here, unless I wrote them, in which I'll specify.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 3:
Her songs had always had a purpose, to put her memories into song, in such a way that gave her a slightly better outlook on life, or at least, her past. In her mind, Lina sang a song she had written long after she had left home.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
I aint no queen of hearts,
I go through stages..
I fall in love
then complicate it
yea, you know the feeling
without much hope
just blind ambition
pretending that theres nothing missing
i always kept believing
that more..
i thought if i had more
i wouldnt get so bored
but everything just left me empty
love walking in and out of my door
wasnt good enough no more
when i dont trust myself, life really sucks
and first time i thought it but i didnt do it
last time thats when i really blew it
but this time im gonna do it different
cuz i know i know i know
if i put everything i have into it
eventually, im gonna get whats good for me
im just trying to be creative
but everyones so opinionated
they wanna tell me what im feeling
cuz one mans junks anothers treasure
when its done its hard to measure
or keep from believing
that more
if only i had more
i wouldnt get so bored
but i know its gonna leave me empty
life walking in and out of my door
wasnt good enough nomore
well i dont trust myself
my heart'll get stuck
and first time i thought it but i didnt do it
last time thats when i really blew it
but this time im gonna do it different
cuz i know i know i know
if i put everything i have into it
eventually, im gonna get whats good for me
cuz i don't want to
live my life wonderin
if only, i woulda, i shoulda, i coulda
but i didn't cuz i'd only blame myself again
and first time i thought it but i didnt do it
last time thats when i really blew it
but this time im gonna do it different
cuz i know i know i know
if i put everything i have into it
eventually, im gonna get whats good for me
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
A tiny, ten-year-old-girl sat on her bed, tears leaking out of her beautiful ruby eyes. She stared at her palm, blood running freely from dozens of cuts and slashes running up and down, side to side. Flesh was already bruising around the cuts and the girl could do no more than twitch her index finger ever-so-slightly. Ignoring the brilliant sunshine and sounds of other children's laughter outside, which normally would pull her outside herself, she put her good hand to her face and sobbed.
"Daddy, you're so mean! All i wanted to do was be like mommy!"
A tall, handsome, middle-aged man walked in and scowled at the crying child, "Girl, your mother was evil! She had them powers and she used them for horrible purposes. I ain't gonna let you become that you understand?"
The child was suddenly angered, ever since her mother's death, all her father did was bad-mouth her about the "witch-powers" her kind mother possessed. "If mommy was so evil then why'd you marry her?" She shouted at her father. As far as the little girl could remember, her mother had used her abilities for helping, healing, never hurting.
"I felt sorry for her, thought I could change 'er. Keep her from using them powers 'gain."
"You're lying-" She was cut off when her father crossed the room in three strides and belted her across the face so hard, she was pushed backward.
Reaching out, he took her hand and shoved it to her face, "Ya see this girl? I cut this up so you can't do that crap! You understand Lina, y'ain't gonna use it like your mother did! I'm not havin' my daughter get exiled for something I could'a stopped."
Lina just sat up and glared at him, refusing to let tears fall from her eyes. After a bit, he left and only then did she let the pain leak from her glistening eyes. Looking at her hand, she thought back to when her mother passed, Lina had been at her side, she had told her daughter to covet what she had, not let herself forget about it, but never use it for evil.
Lina had always considered experimenting with it, try to do something, after all those who had it had told her she was very powerful, it was her birthrate, but her father never looked highly upon her doing anything with her gift, so all she cose to do was dream; until that day. That's when she blew it, getting angry at some kitchenware, she blasted it. Lina herself, was ecstatic, it was a rush, feeling that power, that awareness, this was who she was, what she was meant to do.
In a rage, her father rushed in, madder than she'd ever seen him. He quickly surveyed the miss, his daughter, and her hand. It didn't take long for him to put things together, and he set about beating that rush out of her, then, cut up her right hand. Al she knew for the rest of that day was pain, her whole body hurt so bad her father had to carry her into her room. Eventually the pain subsided, then she cried, but refused to come out, not even hunger could persuade her.
From then on, she decided never to use her gift, to push it back to the farthest reaches of her mind. This time she was finally going to get it right by her father, after all, she still had many years to live with him before she could leave.
"But all I want is what's good for me." Lina lay down and fell asleep, a final tear falling fro mher cheek.
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a/n: tear jerker? This may sound morbid, but that's what i was goin for. Anyway, yeah, i just feel this incredible need to type so i'll probably be typing out chapter four too, then writing the rest of chapter five during study hall. Review!
