Poet of the troubled child: Live hard or Die young

by Sylvie the Sylveon

This is a poem dedicated to GamerGirlAndCo. Disclaimer: I don't own the original poem or Plants vs Zombies. PVZ is owned by Popcap while original is made by GamerGirlAndCo. I also didn't write this myself because my younger brother did all the typing and I only edited to make it rhyme even more. This is my brother's happy birthday present to one of his fanfiction idol.

2. Suicidal Route

A/N by my brother: This was written whilst we were on vacation and edited when there is no Internet or electricity whatsoever since there was a huge blackout for 2 hours. I'm going to hand the alternate ending to my brother AKA Steven and I will stop here. Happy birthday GamerGirl. I know you really liked it so thank you so much. I still can't believe how similar you are to Steven like Canadian schools and both having autism is something that tells me you two would be best friends if you get to know each other. I can't wait to meet you in person if I can, although I doubt it will.

As I looked on the knife, I realized what I had to do. I think I could have lived a better life. I could have gotten a better family. I could have become a normal Ice Peashooter. I could have left my parents to live a better life. I could have been with my little sister before she was sliced in halves. I could have saved her!

But instead, I am a shadow Peashooter. A Peashooter who lost her father just because he wants to become a soldier in the battlefield, then only peashooter or in fact, the only plant I trust. I lost my sister instead of saving her or raise the amount of time before she dies. I only have a mother who brutally tortures me for absolutely no reason whatsoever or even when there is, those mistakes were mostly small problems. The only large problem that happened was when I gave a Citron and a Shadow Flower a concussion because they tried to rape me in the first place. And with that, she almost cut my stem in half! If only someone would understand me as much as my sister or my father. I could have tried to kill myself whenever I can.

Now it's the time.

So I plunged the knife deep in my stem. It stung at first and my eyes started to blackout. I then collapsed on the floor as I tasted my own blood. But I didn't care. My eyes started to close and then something happened…

A light appeared in front of me. I walked to the light and I finally realized something:

It was the first light of justice

The first light of justice for this troubled child.