Hey. Here's the next chapter… I had to up the rating for one use of the "f" word. Hope you like it...
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"Ron, I love you." Kim whispered. Ron smiled at her with his huge goofy grin and ran his fingers slowly through her hair, stroking her softly.
"I love you too, Kim." They kissed; it seemed like hours before they pulled apart, ending their bliss. Ron put his hand on Kim's and looked lovingly into her eyes. They smiled at each other, neither escaping the others' gaze. Ron never took his kind, bright eyes off Kim as he pulled out a knife, and drove it straight into his own heart.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Kim sat up in her bed, her heart pounding and her chest heaving wildly. She was drenched with a cold sweat as she opened her eyes.
As soon as she realized where she was, she immediately began to cry. It was the third time in one night she had had that blood curdling dream, and every time she saw Ron kill himself, she felt her insides wrench and scream. It always began when he pulled out the knife and her eyes widened…
Her eyes darted to her digital clock: it was 6:15 in the morning. She sighed, sniffling softly. Each time she woke u, the first thing that came to mind was that there was no more Ron. 'No more Ron…' she repeated in her head. 'He's gone; he's not coming back… get over it…'
It sounded so final.
Why did he have to die?
Her sniffles suddenly turned to tears of rage. She was angry at him. How could he do this to her? How could he? How?
"I hate you!" she screamed into the darkness, and the tears came down hard. She just refused to accept that nothing she could do would ever bring him back. "I HATE YOU… I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU… I…I love you…"
Oh Ron, I'm so sorry…
Kim was on an emotional roller coaster and there was nothing to ease her pain. Heaving out one more large sob, she laid back down and rested her head on her pillow. Today was going to be hell. She was going to have to tell his parents…
Depression was slowly creeping over her. Kim didn't ever want to get out of bed. She didn't want to face reality- she didn't want to face life- without him. She hadn't realized until now that she had been so dependant on Ron. That Ron was her world. If only she could turn back time. If only she had gone back for him! It was all her fault.
She trudged out of bed and pulled on a pair of black jeans. She looked at her choices of shirts… none of them appealed to her. They were all too… too happy. She finally found a plain navy blue T-shirt and tugged it over her head.
Kim looked in the mirror and stared at the reflection looking intently back at her. She gazed at her long, beautiful red locks. Even her hair was happy! How could anything ever be happy again? How could her hair be happy when he was gone? "STUPID… STUPID…"
"STUPID HAIR!" she screamed into the mirror. Without thinking, she grabbed her pair of purple scissors and began to cut.
It was as if she was letting all of her sorrow and her rage out on her hair. Snip, snip, snip… 'Screw it…'. When she looked in the mirror again, her once long pretty hair was short and ragged. Who cares, nothing matters anymore now…
Kim kept staring at herself. She couldn't take her eyes off those painful ones in the mirror. They were so foreign to her. It was like she wasn't even looking at Kim Possible, she was just seeing some stranger in place of her own reflection. Suddenly she began to scream at herself, never leaving her own eyes.
"STUPID! STUPID KIM! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID! YOU LET HIM DIE, KIM. YOU LET HIM DIE!" She picked up her antique jewelry box and threw it hard at her reflection, shattering the glass into hundreds of jagged shards. Little gold and silver trinkets rained down on her bathroom floor.
"YOU- WORTHLESS- LITTLE- NOBODY!" Kim punched the mirror, tearing his fragile skin on the shattered glass. "YOU- LET- HIM- DIE" she screamed in between punches. "YOU-LET- HIM- DIE…" she finally stopped and slid slowly to the bathroom floor, crying softly. Looking up at the white, blank ceiling, and whispered, "Ron, where are you when I need you?"
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Mrs. Possible gasped at the sight of her daughter.
"Oh my god, Kimmie! What happened to your hair-" she glanced down at the blood- "and your hands?" Kim said nothing; she just stared at the floor. "Oh Kim… I don't know what to say…"
"Then don't- say- anything." Kim replied coldly, glaring at nothing.
Kim had never acted like this before. Who was this girl and where was her daughter?
"Kim-"
"I'm going out," Kim interrupted quietly, heading for the front door and turning her back on her mother.
"Wait! Kim, wait-" Mrs. Possible started, then winced as she heard the front door slam- hard.
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Kim stared at the familiar yellow house. Her chest was heaving fast; she had sprinted all the way there.
How was she going to word this? How was she going to tell two unsuspecting parents that their son was dead? And even worse… what if they blamed her?
She slowly walked up the porch steps to the front door. Her walk had gone from brisk and confident… to slow, hunched and unsure. Sighing sadly, she rang the doorbell. Mrs. Stoppable answered it.
"Hello, Kim, I wasn't expecting you so- oh my goodness! What happened?" Mrs. Stoppable asked worriedly, eying Kim's ragged locks.
"Nothing." Kim replied quietly, and Mrs. Stoppable looked at her skeptically. "Really." Ron's mother wasn't sure if she believed this, but she let the subject drop.
"So… isn't Ron with you? He was supposed to call when you to arrived back at your house yesterday." Kim just shook her head slightly, tearing up a little. Mrs. Stoppable was now positive that something was wrong. She reached for Kim's hands to comfort her, but then jumped at the sight of the blood.
"Oh my- Honey! Get me a warm washcloth quick!" She took the crying girl's arm and led her inside to the couch. The sight of Ron's house made Kim cry harder. I have to tell them, they need to know…
"Kim, dear, where is Ron?" Mrs. Stoppable asked in a panicky voice.
"Ron…" Kim started, but her endless sobs prevented her from finishing.
"Kim," Mr. Stoppable said firmly. "Where is Ron?"
"Ron… is… dead! He died on our last mission!" screamed Kim. Her hands shook furiously as she relived that horrible explosion, and knowing that Ron was inside…
"Oh… my… god…" Mrs. Stoppable's knees gave out and she fell in a sobbing heap on the floor. "MY BABY!" she screamed. "MY BABY…"
Kim stood up and ran. She ran as fast as she could, but no matter how fast or how far, Mrs. Stoppable's sorrowful cries still replayed in her head. This had to be a dream. A horrible, ugly dream. Any minute now she was going to wake up…
She pinched herself. "WAKE UP…" she whispered to herself.
Nothing.
She pinched harder, this time drawing blood. "WAKE UP… WHY CAN"T I WAKE UP?" She began to sprint. Running, running, trying to escape the pain.
Running, running, running…
Opening her eyes, she found she was in Middleton Park. The memories came slashing through her mind like a knife…
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"Hi, what's your name?" asks a little blonde boy with freckles and big ears.
"Kim." A little pig-tailed redhead answers nervously.
"Hi, Kim. I'm Ron!"
"Hi." She smiles at him… he is the only one who has tried to talk to her all day.
"Hey Kim… you wana play with my ball?" he says, holding a shiny red ball out to her shyly.
Kim grins happily and nods…
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"Kim…" an eight-year-old Ron whispers in a sleeping redhead's ear. He pokes her gently to get her to wake up. "Kim… there's something in my toy box again!"
Again? This was the third time in one night. Kim hops out of bed and walks toward the blue box labeled, 'Ron's toys'. Turning around, she sees a shaking lump under the covers and giggles silently. By the light of the nightlight, she creaks open the box and as usual, sees nothing but racecars and action figures (and an occasional cuddle buddy). Sighing, she climbs back into bed.
"Well?" says a shaky, muffled voice from under the covers.
"Nothing here but me!" she says ripping off his blanket and tickling him without mercy.
"Kim!" Ron giggles, trying to squirm away. "Kiiiiiim! Haha-quit-ha-it- hahaha!"
The two friends laugh until Ron's mom comes into the room and scolds them, telling them to be quiet. When she leaves, they look at each other and burst out laughing again…
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A tearful girl with red hair hears a knock at the door. "GO AWAY!" she yells as she buries her head in her pillow again.
The door opens quietly and a tall blonde boy walks in. "Josh?" Kim asks weakly.
The boys face falls for a moment, as if disappointed. "No, Ron."
"THEN GO AWAY!" Kim cries, sobbing. She suddenly feels a pair of arms wrap around her. She hugs him tightly and cries in his chest.
"It's okay, KP… I'm here…"
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Reality strikes Kim like a whip. That had been the night Josh dumped her. She had shut him out and pushed him away, but he never gave up on her. Now she would never have the chance to return the favor.
Thunder rumbled menacingly as Kim walked slowly towards the sandbox. Tears blinded her with each step, but she wiped them away. Be strong, Kim. You can make it through this…
The wind began to blow harder as she approached the small box filled with sand. She stepped in and gently looked down.
They were still there. Those words, those priceless words, were still there. Words she would never hear again.
One raindrop fell. Then another. And another. But her eyes never left the tender message in the sand… it was all she had left.
If only she could go back! Then everything would be right again, everything would be okay!
But it was over.
Gradually, as the rain fell harder, the sentence written in the sandbox began to disappear. Her emerald eyes were barely alive; the only thing saving her was the thing that was disappearing before her very eyes…
Then, she died. The glow that had once intrigued her eyes every day died out; her heroic spirit was completely crushed. Where the last part of Ron she possessed had once been, there was nothing. It had been washed away. Just like him.
Water drenched her body and her face, but not one of those drops was a tear. She just kept staring at the sand. No…
He heart was filled to the brim with sadness and rage. She dropped lifelessly to her knees, and looked up at the grey, lightning filled sky as the rain caressed her face. Her sad, expressionless face. The rain stung her eyes, but she didn't care.
She glared fiercely at the heavens.
"I HATE YOU!" she suddenly screamed. "I HATE YOU! I SAVE YOUR DAMN WORLD, AND THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING REPAY ME!" She heaved a large cry, sobbing and hanging her head. She hated god. She hated everybody. Because of them, Ron was gone. Because of them, Ron had washed away.
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Shego looked over her single companion again, just to be sure that she wasn't losing him again. Nope… he was still stable, although he was in a very fatal condition. If someone didn't find them soon, he would surely die.
She pressed the stress button on the escape pod again. She had been pressing it every five minutes since the pod had crashed, hoping that someone, anyone would find them. Shego knew that their chances were slim, though. From what she could tell, they were deep in the Sahara desert. Worse, there was not a drop to drink. She herself was starting to feel dizzy from the breathtaking heat.
She pulled off her hot gloves and boots and wiped her forehead from the sweat. This would not be happening to me if I had just listened to myself, she thought, sighing sadly. She felt so alone. With him unconscious, there was no one to talk to. Maybe it was just the heat starting to mess with her head…
Tying her hair up into a ponytail, Shego peered out into the sandy dunes. She was so helpless, waiting for anything to come. Waiting for a miracle.
Ha. Miracles were for suckers.
Even so, deep down the raven haired girl would have settled for anyone to rescue them. Even Kim Possible.
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That's it for now.
That chapter was pretty sad… I was trying to imagine how it was like for her.
It'll get better though…
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