Hello. Guess what guys. I have found an ending in all of my mind of imagination. I also I figure out where I belong. I belong in the pages of my favorite author novels. I hope that one day I'll be able to see my books on those shelves. In amongst the pages of Dickens, Shakespeare, Tamora Pierce , and many others. Oh ya. Thamks to who ever wrote the poem.

Enjoy,

Catholic Girl With Edge.

Louise

Chapter Nineteen: Oxygen

The darkness seemed to rap around Alanna and Chock her in her sleep. Her voice began to crack and weaken. Her strength seemed to seep away from her body. Life was almost being sucked out of her and leaving her to die into the night. She was screaming for oxygen. The Lioness sat up with a sudden start. Her eyes hazed over and sweat pouring down her face.

Jon toke a deep breath. The night air filled his lungs and cleared his mind. Alanna need to get away from here. He need to get away. But tonight Corus had never looked so beautiful. The moons glow almost made the buildings glow themselves. The gassy planes around the castle didn't even rustle. Along with the dead still trees and water in the lake. Jon deicide he and his love would go away and rest from this place.

Their was not a single light or star in this space. It was a very un-easy feeling darkness. That made you feel sick to your stomach. The pressure was unbearable and you could never stand. Your strength would be sucked into the darkness if you tried to use it. The oxygen was stale and thick. Which made it hard to breath. A man sat in the darkness. His body wasting away, his eyes were blank and dangerous. Hair was dark, un-washed, and mated. The clothes on his wasting away body were blood stained. He was the evil ruler in an evil place. He was once Duke Roger of Conte. Now he was an minion of the dark God. As he rock back in forth he chanted:

As I cut my wrist,
I watch the blood run down.
Soon I begin to frown,
tears swell in my eyes.
I look toward the sky in search of a white puffy cloud.
The sky was as blue and cloudy as always.
I get up off the ground and drop the blade I was holding,
walk away,
away through the door,
to find a better day.
As the blood dries,
the cuts fade away...

Wishing for another breath,
Now lying here on the pavement.
No one was here to stop me,
No one saw me walk to the basement.

As I stood there with the knife,
I raised it to my wrist.
It felt so good to be released,
To keep from screaming, I clenched my fist.

My vision went black,
I couldn't see a thing.
But I still heard the footsteps above me,
And I heard the doorbell ring.

Then I heard your voice,
I realized I didn't want to die.
But how could I stop the blood,
I thought as I let out a feeble cry.

They didn't find me in my room,
It seemed they didn't really care.
Then I heard your footsteps,
As you slowly came down the stairs.

Not a light on down here,
So you couldn't see.
You flicked on the light,
And huddled in the corner you saw me.

I looked up,
And saw you face.
Not wanting to die here,
This isn't the place.

You looked at me,
And silently cried.
I took one last look at you,
And softly said good-bye............

"I will get my Revenge and breath oxygen once again."