lil'angelgrl - I agree he is pitiful
ghosty mangarocker - You really are funny! Thanks for the explanation anyway but I still don't make sense of it. I know about all that, mate but really, if he has such high self-esteem why does he think so? I mean, he should think himself as invincible and stuff, right? Now I'm contradicting my 'story', just great. And for a fact, many of my reviews have been deleted by authors so you can tell how far I go with criticism. Thanks for your compliment too!
CucumberPickles - Good point there.But some people are really living behind a mask.I should know myself better. You say it's all because of fear.But why do you fear? Have you ever thought about it? Think about it (that is if you even read this!) I appreciate you taking your time to type so much, proves that you really read it thoroughly!
Jani Rieme - I don't know. Maybe you could help me?
Always calm and collected, with a kind word or encouragement for everyone.
You can come to me for anything, advice, to be a listener, to share your joy with etc.
I'm not hubristic, just show to be a little complacent after victories.
I'd gratefully give up this position to someone else.
It's impossible for anyone to be so all the time, don't you think.
It's clear to see that it's just a façade, but why has no one ever noticed?
Everyone has the potential to boast a little when they emerge victorious and I'm no exception.
I'd like to jump up and shout for joy like Tyson does.
I'd like to act recklessly like Tyson does.
My life hadn't been all that wonderful considering I don't know who my parents are and I have no relatives in this vast world with a population of about 6 billion.
Driger was my only trustworthy companion as I grew up over the years.
Loneliness came as I was without relatives. It ate more and more into my heart over the years and so I left the village to look for someone to fill up that empty space.
Mr. Dickenson took me in and I'm grateful to him. But he couldn't be the one I needed, the one that would fulfill my quest.
Blading with the bladebreakers was a thrilling experience but it only made me even more cooped up then before.
I became one that would be there to help them out, someone whom they can lean on for support.
But even a support needs its refuge.
But I'm left in a room of my own, where I am alone. I scream out for somebody, anybody at all to give me comfort, give me strength, to be my sanctuary, but no one hears the pleas. The walls close in inch by inch everyday as I face more challenges, more turmoils.I'll become a solitary person one day, as the walls close me in, leaving space just for one and one alone.
As the walls come in even closer, it'll be too compact for me to even fit in and that is the day where I would be able to take all this no longer.Suicide would become my harborage.
I don't wish for that day to come. I covet someone would come to save me before that happens.
It is very much false hope as the walls are just inches from my face. I still have that small glimmer of hope, however, that my wish will come true, just like many others' wishes.
If it doesn't, I just wish that people out there wouldn't forget me as they go on with life, especially not my teammates and friends.
Everybody who is reading this...HELP!Okay, I've a few options, pppllleeeaaassseee respond and tell me what to do.
a) End this fiction here
b) Write some other character's thoughts (tell me who)
c) Continue with this fiction by making afew chaptersbased on these fourfollowing after this chapter where everyone works together to bring out their true emotions (you must help me here if you want this option)
I've got many people to thank. I want to thank Linkin Park, Simple Plan, Backstreet Boys, Green Day for their songs, they inspired me on what to write for the chapters. I also want to thank darkangelintheshadows, FlamesOfFury, Xianglian, HeC-chan, Jani Rieme, lil'angelgrl, Atem's Queen of The Nile, White Valkyrie, ghostymangarocker, waterlily and CucumberPickles for reviewing once again.