Hi...well what can I say? This is my first venture into writing fanfics
though I have been apart of the reading community for the last 3 years or
so. I finally decided to give writing a shot. So well here it is:
Disclaimer: Seeing as I am writing fanfiction, I doubt Ranma ½ belongs to me. Ranma ½ belongs to Rumiko-sama and other various companies.
This is dedicated to Starfish and Crunch who took time and read my work. Thank you guys!
Truth revealed.
She wandered how she had decided enough was enough. Had she in a fit of anger, simply got caught up in the heat of the moment and decided rashly? That definitely sounded like her: after all she could be rash, hotheaded and down right impulsive. Self-doubt raged in her mind and her head began to throb, a harsh pounding in her temples. It was exactly like her, she thought, bitterness evident. Shaking her head, she pushed off the barrier and started to skate.
Faster and faster she skated, bent low, gathering speed with each skate. Everything around her was a blur, images mixing to form an indecipherable collage. She straightened, her arms hanging limply by her sides, her chin tilted up slightly, simply taking in everything. She felt like she was flying, the artificial wind stinging her cheeks and whipping her hair. It was like time stood still and for those few spilt seconds she was free.
It tasted like nothing on earth.
The chains of reality brought her back as the answer came to her in that frozen moment and she skidded to a halt, finally coming to an uncomfortable stop against the barrier. Her upper abdomen stung after its contact with metal and her hands clenched the barrier in a death grip but she didn't notice. She wouldn't have noticed if someone had took out a gun and shot her over and over again.
With dawning realization she realized that no...she hadn't decided in a single moment. It had been decision months in the making, various incidents and happenstances, adding to it piece by piece, until it had finally come to a point where enough was enough and oh, had she had enough!
She was tired of having everyone constantly deriding her, belittling her, each insult destroying another piece of her self-image. She was tired of feeling jealous when he cavorted with his fiancées, tired of the kidnappings, the brain washes, the death threats, tired of having to go through the same and utterly predictable unpredictability of their lives.
Anger gave way to something else as she slid down against the barricade until her body came into contact with the frozen, icy floor of the ice- skating rink. The girl then pulled her knees up, against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, enfolding herself as if she could hug away all the hurt.
Wasn't everyone tired of it? Wasn't he tired of it? Weren't they tired...fed up with their chaotic lives? The thoughts echoed in her head, and a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed down on her like a wave crashes onto the shore.
A single tear slipped and trailed its way down her cheek before falling, falling and shattering against the ground. Shattering like her heart.
No...they liked the way things were. They relished in it. It was safe, predictable and ironically normal. It was normal for them – had been normal for her – so why on earth would they want to change the one normal thing about their otherwise abnormal lives?
Another tear slipped but was soon wiped away by a delicate finger. A third, followed by a fourth and soon she realized she was weeping, crying like never before.
Well what did y'all think? Good? Bad? I should never write again? Please read and review but no flames please as it is my first story but I will accept constructive criticism. Thanks.
Disclaimer: Seeing as I am writing fanfiction, I doubt Ranma ½ belongs to me. Ranma ½ belongs to Rumiko-sama and other various companies.
This is dedicated to Starfish and Crunch who took time and read my work. Thank you guys!
Truth revealed.
She wandered how she had decided enough was enough. Had she in a fit of anger, simply got caught up in the heat of the moment and decided rashly? That definitely sounded like her: after all she could be rash, hotheaded and down right impulsive. Self-doubt raged in her mind and her head began to throb, a harsh pounding in her temples. It was exactly like her, she thought, bitterness evident. Shaking her head, she pushed off the barrier and started to skate.
Faster and faster she skated, bent low, gathering speed with each skate. Everything around her was a blur, images mixing to form an indecipherable collage. She straightened, her arms hanging limply by her sides, her chin tilted up slightly, simply taking in everything. She felt like she was flying, the artificial wind stinging her cheeks and whipping her hair. It was like time stood still and for those few spilt seconds she was free.
It tasted like nothing on earth.
The chains of reality brought her back as the answer came to her in that frozen moment and she skidded to a halt, finally coming to an uncomfortable stop against the barrier. Her upper abdomen stung after its contact with metal and her hands clenched the barrier in a death grip but she didn't notice. She wouldn't have noticed if someone had took out a gun and shot her over and over again.
With dawning realization she realized that no...she hadn't decided in a single moment. It had been decision months in the making, various incidents and happenstances, adding to it piece by piece, until it had finally come to a point where enough was enough and oh, had she had enough!
She was tired of having everyone constantly deriding her, belittling her, each insult destroying another piece of her self-image. She was tired of feeling jealous when he cavorted with his fiancées, tired of the kidnappings, the brain washes, the death threats, tired of having to go through the same and utterly predictable unpredictability of their lives.
Anger gave way to something else as she slid down against the barricade until her body came into contact with the frozen, icy floor of the ice- skating rink. The girl then pulled her knees up, against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, enfolding herself as if she could hug away all the hurt.
Wasn't everyone tired of it? Wasn't he tired of it? Weren't they tired...fed up with their chaotic lives? The thoughts echoed in her head, and a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed down on her like a wave crashes onto the shore.
A single tear slipped and trailed its way down her cheek before falling, falling and shattering against the ground. Shattering like her heart.
No...they liked the way things were. They relished in it. It was safe, predictable and ironically normal. It was normal for them – had been normal for her – so why on earth would they want to change the one normal thing about their otherwise abnormal lives?
Another tear slipped but was soon wiped away by a delicate finger. A third, followed by a fourth and soon she realized she was weeping, crying like never before.
Well what did y'all think? Good? Bad? I should never write again? Please read and review but no flames please as it is my first story but I will accept constructive criticism. Thanks.