Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-- Dorothy Parker, Resume
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How long she'd been here, Virginia, or rather Gin as she was now called, had no idea. Her time was once again jumping, almost as if she was living someone else's memories, as their life flashed before them. She had come to find a cold, bitter comfort here, an almost new existence. It was as if Virginia didn't really exist, all that was there was Gin. She had learned her nickname meant "silver" in Japan and that suited her perfectly. Silver was second place, second choice to gold, not forgotten enough to be shunted to bronze but enough to be remembered at last minute. No one remembers the person who comes in second, and no one remembered her.
Occasionally she received a floo call from her family, to remind her that she had existed before this place. They would talk at a rapid pace, almost afraid to let her speak, as if she might some how spread her "craziness" to them through the burning embers. Tell her how glad they were she was getting better how it hurt to have her so far from them. She knew it was a lie though; she had always been in the way, shunted from place to place until she was needed. She wasn't a weakling, they had found that out during the war, but her family had refused to let her actually battle; only allowing her to enter the field after the battles to heal the injured. She had done no real fighting, as her brothers constantly reminded her, but she had seen things. Things that haunted her wherever she looked.
But the was over, the good guys had won, as they should have. And according to her parents she would win too. Reminding her that once you hit rock bottom you could only go up. But they didn't understand, that the tears you cry, the sweat that runs as you desperately try to claw your way back out, erodes the rock, until your sinking deeper and deeper. Until it seems you can never get out.
They had never really been right, yet she had always trusted them. They were her family; they could do her no wrong. Yet she was here, and it should be wrong. In truth, she could see now, she had no family only friends and living acquaintances. The fewer emotional attachments, the easier it was to exist. And surviving was getting easier each day.
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A/N Yowdy y'all, I know its been quite awhile since my last update and I apologize greatly, but as you know, life happens. I am hoping to finish the 5th chapter this weekend and posting it next Monday, before I head off on my New York band trip. Hoping being the key word. This chapter isn't really well written but I've been working on my jaded fairy tale so it's a bit strange to switch to finishing this. I realize this chapter contains no plot, but it is based on my own past journal entries, the next chapter will be more exciting I promise. And always, to my reviewers, THANK-YOU!!!!
Parched: I realize that you did not in fact post your review, instead choosing to e-mail me. Strange much? As for your flame, I really don't give a flying fucking shit. How fucking dare you have the audacity to tell me I have no fucking clue what I am talking about. I may be young but I'm fucking old enough and experienced enough to write this. You don't know what I've lived through and you have no bloody right to tell me off. I'm not trying to play the bloody fucking victim, I'm attempting to write a story BASED on my experiences, based being the key word. And, bloody hell, I did NOT say I was the next Margaret Atwood or Edgar Allen Poe, I've even admitted my story is crap, so leave me the fuck alone. And by the way, your lucky I'm tired and not in the mood to really go at you.
Cassi Angelica: As always Thx!!!!! Lol, sounds like you had fun*grins* And yeah I do know quite a bit, unfortunately*sigh* Can't wait 'till your next review.
Kirjava Deamon: Thank-you for the review. I wasn't quite sure whether to actually type out the word or not, hence asterisks to be on the safe side. But I see your point, and I'll be sure to truly swear next time. *grins*
Anywhoo, until next time,
Ria
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-- Dorothy Parker, Resume
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How long she'd been here, Virginia, or rather Gin as she was now called, had no idea. Her time was once again jumping, almost as if she was living someone else's memories, as their life flashed before them. She had come to find a cold, bitter comfort here, an almost new existence. It was as if Virginia didn't really exist, all that was there was Gin. She had learned her nickname meant "silver" in Japan and that suited her perfectly. Silver was second place, second choice to gold, not forgotten enough to be shunted to bronze but enough to be remembered at last minute. No one remembers the person who comes in second, and no one remembered her.
Occasionally she received a floo call from her family, to remind her that she had existed before this place. They would talk at a rapid pace, almost afraid to let her speak, as if she might some how spread her "craziness" to them through the burning embers. Tell her how glad they were she was getting better how it hurt to have her so far from them. She knew it was a lie though; she had always been in the way, shunted from place to place until she was needed. She wasn't a weakling, they had found that out during the war, but her family had refused to let her actually battle; only allowing her to enter the field after the battles to heal the injured. She had done no real fighting, as her brothers constantly reminded her, but she had seen things. Things that haunted her wherever she looked.
But the was over, the good guys had won, as they should have. And according to her parents she would win too. Reminding her that once you hit rock bottom you could only go up. But they didn't understand, that the tears you cry, the sweat that runs as you desperately try to claw your way back out, erodes the rock, until your sinking deeper and deeper. Until it seems you can never get out.
They had never really been right, yet she had always trusted them. They were her family; they could do her no wrong. Yet she was here, and it should be wrong. In truth, she could see now, she had no family only friends and living acquaintances. The fewer emotional attachments, the easier it was to exist. And surviving was getting easier each day.
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A/N Yowdy y'all, I know its been quite awhile since my last update and I apologize greatly, but as you know, life happens. I am hoping to finish the 5th chapter this weekend and posting it next Monday, before I head off on my New York band trip. Hoping being the key word. This chapter isn't really well written but I've been working on my jaded fairy tale so it's a bit strange to switch to finishing this. I realize this chapter contains no plot, but it is based on my own past journal entries, the next chapter will be more exciting I promise. And always, to my reviewers, THANK-YOU!!!!
Parched: I realize that you did not in fact post your review, instead choosing to e-mail me. Strange much? As for your flame, I really don't give a flying fucking shit. How fucking dare you have the audacity to tell me I have no fucking clue what I am talking about. I may be young but I'm fucking old enough and experienced enough to write this. You don't know what I've lived through and you have no bloody right to tell me off. I'm not trying to play the bloody fucking victim, I'm attempting to write a story BASED on my experiences, based being the key word. And, bloody hell, I did NOT say I was the next Margaret Atwood or Edgar Allen Poe, I've even admitted my story is crap, so leave me the fuck alone. And by the way, your lucky I'm tired and not in the mood to really go at you.
Cassi Angelica: As always Thx!!!!! Lol, sounds like you had fun*grins* And yeah I do know quite a bit, unfortunately*sigh* Can't wait 'till your next review.
Kirjava Deamon: Thank-you for the review. I wasn't quite sure whether to actually type out the word or not, hence asterisks to be on the safe side. But I see your point, and I'll be sure to truly swear next time. *grins*
Anywhoo, until next time,
Ria