Author's note: I don't mean to be sappy. It just comes naturally. Blame it on my friend. She tries too hard to be the ditzy blonde. I mean she totally ignores the fact that in the first place her hair colour doesn't even allow her to be a ditzy BLONDE. Sigh. So forgive me okay, for all the soap opera sap. I'm really predictable. Even I think so.( I think I babble.)
Disclaimer: yada yada blah blah. I don't own the Gilmore girls or anything. I only own my brain with which I use to write my story's chapters with.
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FLASH
Tears streamed down her face and she gripped the wheel with such frustration that it left a faint mark on the spongy surface of the wheel where her hands were. She questioned herself in her thoughts until she found the most suitable answer. But all the answers she came up with all pointed a finger at her accusingly. How could she have been so blind? Why didn't she notice it? Rory had no social life and when she came back to visit she didn't go out much, so how could she have overlooked it? She was beating herself up. Suddenly she screamed of frustration. She felt like such a bad mother. She wanted to rip her own head off. She thanked Paris repeatedly for walking in on Rory or it might have been too late. Her baby might have died and she could only blame herself for not realizing her pain.
Lorelai was so distracted by her thoughts that even as she stared hard ahead of her, while she sped off in her jeep to Rory's Yale dorm, she wasn't aware if she was even going the right way. She increased the speed of her vehicle and gripped the sides of the steering wheel tightly again. She didn't see it coming. No one would have if they were rushing to meet up with a daughter who just tried to kill herself because they were too blind to see that something was wrong. She crashed; crashed pretty badly into a freaking tree (of all the things to crash into).
And now, she was in a hospital room with the two people she loved most and her newly dubbed most favorite doctor, who had just informed her that she could most probably- no scratch that, she will be returning home the next day. She, however, chose to ignore the part that the hospital staff would be celebrating her discharge. In her head she quickly rearranged the words to her likings and concluded that the staff loved her enough to be happy that she was returning home; her home.
Hey peeps, happy New Year. I mean it's finally 2006. And you know wat I dunno why I was looking forward to it in the first place.hehe. I mean im gonna have to get back to school which means more studying and on top of that my form teachers my sch's DM. how great. Im so lucky. Well I know my chapters are short but I have writers block. I can't think of what to write next. But I will continue as soon as I get emotional again.Lol.
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