Well, my life has been a complete wreck in the past months. I have not had a single second to think about fanfiction at all, and to my fans I am extremely sorry. However I am on the mend, and should bE posting more and more updates soon. This is just a little thing to show that I'm still alive! And yes, all stories will be updated eventually- except "You'll be the Death of Me". I have lost all inspiration for that (I now HATE Bella Swan with a bloody passion, and Edward bores me to tears) so that story will probably go up for adoption eventually. Sorry to all the fans- it's just not one that I can keep up!
She was under their special tree. The shade was relaxing in contrast to the boiling sun she had just escaped. The trees branches were still, as their was not a breath of wind. Sweat drenched her hair and skin, and her clothes clung to her body tightly. She panted, waiting for her racing heart to slow down, which was caused by running through the forest, and by fear.
My life is going to end.
Now, no matter how wonderful the thought of eternal rest was, there was the other half of her mind telling her to run home NOW and forget about this. Her mind was a state of utter chaos.
Do it.
Don't do it.
Drink it.
Throw it away.
End it.
Endure.
Do it.
Don't.
It was like the angel and the devil talking to her. Each one luring her to one decision. Only, she couldn't tell who was the angel, and who was the devil. There really was no right or wrong. It was simply a matter of deciding who to give into.
Give in. Drink every drop. Embrace death. It's the only way to freedom. Otherwise you're trapped. Trapped in this world. Trapped between your feuding parents who don't give a damn about you. Trapped in this misery. Trapped… trapped… trapped…
Don't. It's a sin. Do the right thing. Your parents will change . Your life will change. Things will get better. You'll be happy again. Life will return to normal. You'll see better days. You'll find nothing in that bottle. Only emptiness. Emptiness… emptiness… emptiness…
The voices… they were becoming louder and clearer. Each one building, swelling, trying to persuade her, to outdo the other. They were racing through her head, fighting to take over her mind, threatening to take over her sanity.
Trapped…
Emptiness…
Trapped…
Emptiness…
Do it…
Don't…
With her mind fully focused on the forces swirling around inside her mind, Andrea had no concept of time. She couldn't tell how long she sat there, listening to the debate taking place inside of her, trying to find the right course of action.
Think of your grandmother… they said in unison.
All of a sudden her mind froze.
Grandma…
Yes… you could see her again. You'd be with her. You'd be truly happy again. You'd live with her for eternity…
No… she wouldn't want you to do it. She would want you to live. You promised her you'd never drink it. You promised…
She promised she would never leave you…
That did it.
That was what pushed her over the edge. Devil or angel; it didn't matter. That voice had won her over.
As if she was being controlled, she mechanically popped the cork top off of the small vial. Slowly, ever so slowly, she brought the cool glass to her chapped lips.
Taking one long, shaky breath, and knowing it would most likely be her last, she dipped the glass back and let it's clear contents slip between her parted lips. The substance tasted like water, but with a slightly sweeter, more potent taste. She could have sworn that it tasted like power- raw, natural power.
She felt nothing at first. In fact, for a while, she thought that maybe nothing would even happen. Then, she began to feel tingles running up her spine, and goose-bumps covering her flesh. It was like a pins and needles feeling all over her body, only not as strong, and almost… pleasant.
A cold chill wrapped itself around her, and she knew it wasn't due to the weather. Her breath became slightly erratic and shaky, though not intensely so. Her vision became slightly foggy, and her mind clouded.
As quickly as the frightening feeling came, it left, leaving her panting and afraid.
Well, it's obvious I'm still alive, Andrea thought as she got back up on her feet. Well, what should I do now?
It's an odd feeling, knowing that you're going to die at any moment. Unsettling, of course, but oddly enough, it made Andrea feel powerful. She could do anything now, and it wouldn't matter- her life would end before she would have to face the consequences of her actions.
I might as well stay out here, she thought. No need to burden anyone with my soon- to- be- dead body.
* * * * *
Hours later, and I'm still alive.
Andrea sighed. She was hungry, miserable, and depressed.
She was sitting high up in her Grandmother's tree, grabbing off some of the broad green leaves and tearing them into tiny pieces. Not the most productive of ways to spend her time, but she really didn't care.
The saddest part is, my parents don't even realize I'm gone, she thought moodily. Of course, this was only expected. Andrea's mother work worked day shifts, and added on night shifts whenever she could. Sometimes she would just stay at the motel that was close to the office, just so she didn't have to drive an hour to get back home. Her work was her life line- it hurt to be away from it.
Maybe the drink's been weakened- after all, it's over a decade old…
Damn. All this time, and all she'd done is drink something about two molecules away from water. Damn.
Her stomach then rumbled- loudly. Realizing that starvation was not the way she wanted to go, she decided drag herself back home and order some pizza. Mmm, pizza… okay, she was REALLY hungry.
Grabbing the branch above her, she pulled herself up.
SNAP.
She suddenly found herself hurling down to the earth ten feet below. She didn't even have time to scream- she simply gasped in shock, realizing that she really was going to die now.
A THUD sounded, she saw stars, and then Andrea drifted into unconsciousness.