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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:25 am
"That is, of course, your choice, Miss Alease!" Crackle. The box only seemed amused that she had called attention to its existence. "It seems the questions have been too easy. Too much schoolyard fare. I never licked somebody on the eyeball."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 11:40 am
"You tell them, Frankie." Andeon raised the empty shotglass as though he were toasting the crazy, crazy girl.
It occurred to Andeon, somewhere in the very, very, very back of his mind, that the woman getting naked was Frankie.
It also occurred to Andeon, somewhere in the very, very, very front of his mind that he did not care who it was, because ladies were losing their clothes.
“Well, Mack,” Andeon said once he was able to tear his eyes away from Frankie, regarding Mackenzie with a deep sigh, “That's because you're kind of a whore. And don't get me wrong, sugartits, I mean that as a compliment. Let me know when you get desperate enough t-”
And he paused.
He paused because something terrible had just happened. Something that caused every muscle in Andeon's body to tense with rage. Slowly, Andeon twisted his head sideways to stare at Alease through narrowed eyes. He held his shotglass witch a white-knuckled grip. He leaned in towards the girl, leaning almost across Mackenzie's lap, and stared at her as though she had committed some outrageous sin.
She had combined the name “Meatloaf” with “great vocal talent.” No mention of Freddie Mercury. No talk of Thom Yorke. Of all the quotes in the world to throw at him, she had defended her logic with something from mother ******** Meatloaf? It was insulting. He felt as though his skin had been dirtied by the quote, and desperately yearned for some peroxide and a Q-tip with which to cleanse his eardrums.
Andeon could practically feel his blood boiling. His jaw worked soundlessly, his sudden infuriation keeping his outpouring of hatred for the aforementioned musical artist locked up in his throat. He was just about to unleash a torrent of angry cursing, Onionhead jokes, probably a few racial slurs, maybe tell her to go back to the Mormon Ranch when the loudspeaker crackled to life again.
The anger melted away with the new challenge presented, and Andeon sat back on his heels. For several moments he sat there with his tongue stuck out, pointed up towards the ceiling, his face screwed up in perhaps the most idiotic manner ever seen by man. He couldn't drink, however, because he had never done what the Jesusspeaker had asked.
And so he would simply sit there, a small rivulet of drool running down the side of his chin as he attempted to touch his own eyeball with his tongue.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:07 pm
It was too bad they were all probably going to die, as Frankie looked as little like Frankie as Mack did-- her pink hair had come out of her strange hairdo, her eyes were half closed and she was barely dressed.
She was also giggling. Frankie was acting like a human being for once in her life, and this seemed to only happen if she was plastered. Too bad she was going to die, because this was information that Andeon could possibly (probably) use to his advantage.
"I HAVE DONE THIS," Really, anyone who had ever met Frankie would have little doubt that she had in fact licked someone's eyeball, "I had tied up this boy-- Kevin? Andy? I can't remember, NEVERTHELESS, their eyeballs were thoroughly licked. Totally."
Frankie took another shot, hiccuping.
"ALSO I AM WINNING BOX ON THE CEILING. CHECKMATE YES."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 1:11 am
Mack blinked, once, twice, three times at the blonde girl, not so much looking offended as curious at the monologue. She was a little surprised at how 'holier than thou' Alease had responded to her offer -- now really, the offer had been genuine! Of course, it didn't hurt that she was pretty... ah well, her loss. She did, however, grin a little at the 'I am surprised that no one is yet to question it' comment, although she pretended it was an amused smirk in Andeon's direction, tsking at his insults.
Once again the box crackled to life, and once again a challenge was issued, no different than the other two had. Micky turned her green eyes up towards it, listening to it with only a mild curiosity, one eyebrow quirked in bewilderment as it registered. Well, it was almost no different. The exception being how completely WEIRD this one was. I never licked somebody on the eyeball? She had done some crazy s**t in her day, but that was certainly not one of them. She did have some form of dignity left! Nevermind that it wasn't much, eyeball licking was strictly off limits.
Leaning back and waving a hand at the shot she could not (and refused not to) take, Micky couldn't help but laugh outright at the face Andeon was making, the beginnings of a flush spreading across her cheeks. A familiar warmth was starting to wash over her, the ache she had felt in the beginning smoothed over like a pearl until it was almost forgotten. Well, this wasn't so bad... the company was seeming better... so much more fun... Andeon was turning out to be hilarious...And Frankie...
Well Frankie was looking so un-Frankie-like that Mack was finding it difficult not to watch her.
"I will not take advantage of drunk girls, I will not take a'vantage of drunk girls, I will not take a'vantage 'o drunk girls..." She repeated under her breath, reciting it as if it were some twisted version of something a bad schoolkid would be told to write on a chalkboard. Her face was twisting a little, as if she were trying not to lose at the situation, which was of course exactly what she was trying not to do. "And neithe' will yew," She pointed at Andeon accusingly, blinking her eyes once as if to focus them, a stray giggle slipping through her 'serious face,' "Dun... dun even think abou' it. Y'er sooch... such a feckin' pear-vert. I-I dun trust yeh."
There it was, that tell-tale sign things were starting to snowball. For the most part, Mack was sneaky about her liquor -- she didn't throw up, she rarely swayed and you'd better rush her to a hospital if her eyes blinked at two different times. The one sure-fire way to tell Mackenzie 'Alchie' O'Connell was drinking was the way she spoke. As of that moment her accent was creeping into her speech now, slowly but steadily as she got a little tipsy, and she was sliding in and out of it, wavering between trying to keep the alcohol at bay and embracing it.
Oh dear.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 2:52 pm
Alease looked on and gave the box a small glare, she did not trust it. Not one bit, how did it even know if they where lying anyway? she was freaked out however she would not show it. In situations like this she refused to loose her cool. She would not show weakness. She needed to be strong and get out of here... for her brothers sake.
"This is not turning out to be much of a game... however I admit, this is something I have done."
She stated as she took another shot, her whole body cringing afterwards as she stuck out her tongue in disgust. She remembered when she was on the beach with her brother, he was 5 years old, she was 12 and he fell and got sand in his eye. Copying what her mother had done to her, she licked it to get the sand out.
She was still curious by this liquid. She had never tried vodka before so how was she supposed to recognise the taste, then again these people seemed to be convinced it was, they all seemed so odd it would not surprise her if it was some kind of acid... people ignore things in fear... or a strange passion for entertainment.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 2:23 am
"Interesting, interesting," crackled the unfriendly non-friend box. "We'll start to wrap this up. I never killed."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 6:23 pm
Andeon froze.
There was crying in the backseat; the loud, piercing kind of wailing that ground on your nerves and made you want to shake the source until it stopped. Unfortunately, two year olds didn't respond well to shaking.
“Dude, make that kid shut the up,” his best friend grunted into his ear, his words punctuated by another deep swig of alcohol. He clutched the door handle as the car swerved left, then right with Andeon's attempt to 'rock' the kid to sleep. It was late, and fortunately the roads were all but abandoned. Still, the back tires of the car fishtailed with each swerve, dragging a loud cackle out of the pink-haired ******** you wan' me to do about it?” Andeon slurred as he straightened out the vehicle between the blurry yellow lines, pulling his beer from where it rattled in the cupholder, “********' babysittin, man. I couldn't leave his screaming a** at home. We have neighbors. One call to my parents and boooom, the jig is up, man. The jig is ******** up.” Andeon gestured with the beer bottle as he spoke, occasionally tipping it back wherever a pause was needed. “They come home and that party tomorrow night is as dead as whiskey d**k. If that party dies, your chances with Patricia go right with it.”
The other boy's face screwed up into an expression of obvious dislike – he'd been trying to get into that girls pants for years – and he swallowed again from the fifth of vodka. He muttered something beneath his breath, before twisting around in his seat. He held the bottle out to the boy in the back seat with a series of drunken cooing noises, and the inquisitive child quieted long enough to reach for it. The moronic teenage might actually have passed the bottle to little Jakob were it not for the pale hand that suddenly snatched his wrist, jerking it forward hard enough to send the bottle flying against the dashboard.
“Not ******** cool, man,” Andeon grunted, somewhat sobered by this threat to his little-brother's well being. “Not ******** cool.”
“Aw, come on. You're the one driving his a** around drunk as a-”
“Hey, I'm cool to drive, bro. I walked that yellow line. Walked it like a bawss.” Andeon snapped back, thrusting a finger into the other boy's face as the crying picked up again, “Don't you doubt my bawsness, man. Don't do it.”
“I ain't doubtin' any bawsness, man, I'm just saying. Let the little dude party.”
“If my mom comes home and finds him drunk, what the ******** am I going to say? 'Oh, it's cool mom. Babies need vodka too!' “ Andeon snorted, tossing the beer bottle into the growing pile at his feet as Jakob's wailing grew louder.
“God damnit,” he grunted, digging the house keys out of his back pocket. Half-twisting in his seat, Andeon dangled them in front of the boy's face. Whether it was the way they shone or the sound they made, he didn't know, but the trick never failed. Jakob reached out his tiny hands, and let out a tiny peal of laughter. Andeon grinned, just about to turn around, when the little boy wrapped his tiny fingers around Andeon's larger ones. For a brief moment, Andeon forgot the annoyance of babysitting, the party he'd almost missed. As Jakob held tightly to his index finger, those green eyes they shared shone up at him with a joyous light.
A glowing light.
The light of reflected headlights.
Andeon had only a moment to spin around in his seat, to face the oncoming car head on. He breathed out one single phrase. It didn't matter what religion you were, really. It didn't matter if you hadn't gone to church in a decade or if you claimed atheism your entire life. None of it mattered. When you saw headlights barreling toward you at seventy miles per hour, when the world slowed down and you barely had enough time to press your palm to the frozen window and your foot to the brake pedal, the words were always the same.
“Oh God...”
There was crying when Andeon managed to open his eyes. There were footsteps and shards of glass, his body still suspended in the flipped car. There were flashing lights and screaming; but there was crying. The sound came like a wave over Andeon, a wash of relief as he reached back for his little brother. He needed to hold him, to soothe him. He needed to hug him tightly and dangle his keys, to tell him it would be alright.
Someone told him not to move, but he moved anyways. There was a face pressed against the pavement outside, a man telling him they'd get him out. The sobbing screams echoed in his head, amplified by the space in which they were trapped. They bounced around his skull and made his head ache. He found Jakob's hand, and he twisted around in his seat to see the crying boy, to soothe him.
And there was Jakob with his tiny smile, the keys still clutched tightly in one tiny hand. There was no blood, no visible wound. There was only Jakob's head lolling slightly to one side, those green eyes – so very much like his brother's – staring lifelessly back at him.
There was crying when Andeon was dragged from the car, the same crying that had begun the moment he'd awoken. It was the type of crying that made you want to hug your mother, to tell her you were so, so sorry. The type of crying that made you wish she would just tell you it would be okay, that made you wish she would stop looking at you like that, that begged for forgiveness. It was the same crying you repeated the night they sent you away because no amount of crying, no amount of screaming, no amount of regret could make them forgive you.
It was the type of crying you spent the rest of your life drinking to try and forget.
Andeon poured the shot, and for the thousandth time since that night, he drank to forget. He poured another, and he drank that too. He set the bottle back on the table. After what would be only a moment to the rest of them, a moment of sadness, a moment of memory, he would slip back into that laughing, joking, worry-free facade and grin wildly at Mackenzie.
“Cause I been killin' virginity for years, baby.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 3:05 am
Frankie was furious. How DARE he?!? HOW DARE HE!!!!!
How DARE Andeon drink two shots. Maybe that meant he killed two people? Frankie looked at the bottle with half lidded eyes and giggled mysteriously to herself, then glanced up to the speaker box. This was such a fun game, though she really wished that the Vampires would come already, she was totally getting wasted-- basted even!!! Hahahaha Frankie thought she was a riot and sort of half gurgled her joke to no one in particular. She staggered over and grabbed the Vodka from Andeon with a half glare, wobbled, then fell in to his lap, laughing uproariously. She thought this was the ******** funniest thing ever. Too bad for Andeon her skirt flipped up away from him. Also too bad for Andeon that it was revealed that Frankie wore TWO pairs of panties. Double the Edward flavour, double the fun.
"Okay, sho like??? I have killed uh. A lot. Of things. People! Cats! ******** FLYING DINOSAURS DO YOU GET ME." Frankie took a long swig from the Vodka bottle, keeping it out of reach of Andeon's grasping fingers, "I don't think there is enough lic-hic-quor. We're taking shots for everything we've killed, right? I'll need like eight more ******** bottles. Kish me you fool."
And Frankie laid a large wet one on Andeon's unresisting mouth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:20 pm
'I never killed.'
Her heart started pounding a little.
Thu-thump.
What was that? That memory, just barely seeping through the vodka clouding her mind...
She was running. There was someone chasing her, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs for someone to help her, someone to save her. She was wailing pitifully, even for a little fifteen year old. Then again, when someone was following on your heels, swinging a louisville slugger at you like a mad-man, it was hard not to get a little into it. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her vision blurred from the alcohol she had consumed earlier. It was a desperate situation, and Mackenzie O’Connell was going to die. She couldn’t die. Not now. Please, not now. She was just starting to have fun, and--
'I'm gunna get yooooou~'
"Noooo!" she replied petulantly, jumping and twisting wildly as he swung the bat, yelping every single time it connected, pain exploding, each blow jumping up percentage points towards 100, towards the final blow that would end her life. She threw out punches wildly, never connecting with their target, a chorus of laughs following. She had taken so much damage from that god damn bat. She couldn't take much more of it either. She had been running in a god damn circle the entire time, no where to go, no one willing to help her. It felt as if there was no one else out there, just that mocking laugh, that coldhearted figure which pursued her relentlessly as the sloshed teenager fled, a shoddy fighter even when the opponent was not someone with far more experience and less alcohol in their bloodstream than her.
She didn't want to die!
The young girl skidded to a halt suddenly, reaching the edge of an expansive cliff, no where else to run. Her whimpers got louder, and she looked around eagerly for another way out, wide-eyed with terror. There was none. In a last-ditch attempt, Micky spun around, hunched over and panting as she stood still, watching him approach before her, the cliff yawning into terrifying emptiness behind her. Still her attacker came, knowing she had lost, charging at her full-speed, bat raised threateningly. He didn’t expect what was coming next.
Grabbing him, he could only watch as she spunning him around a few times, hefting his weight effortlessly before tossing him off the edge of the cliff, the two watching as Jigglypuff went flying over the edge, pinging into nothingness off the side of the screen.
'Jigglyyyyyyyy...' screamed the figure in anguish, but it was too late. “PLAYER 3 WINS!”
"You feck'n cheat!" her older brother huffed, leaning back in the plush chair where he and a few of his friends sat in the basement, goofing off and drinking like the world was gonna end. Mack just grinned back at him, clutching the controller and batting away the hands of the boys ruffling her hair.
"Man, you lost to MICKY, you suck!"
"Yeah, shaddup, you just wanna shag her, I know you."
"Oh Micky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind~"
Mackenzie just grinned mischievously, lulled by the alcohol and the victory. She’d killed her brother, and it had never felt so damn good.
Shaking off the memory, Mack laughed as Frankie stumbled into Andeon's lap, grabbing the shot glass with amazing dexterity, given the circumstances, and tossed back the alcohol, the giggles bubbling up in her throat again. "Keess me~ down bah the brok'n tree 'ouse~" Mack teased a little, whistling like an idiot, seemingly unperturbed by the black box's foreboding 'wrap it up' comment. Or anything else, for that matter.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 2:52 pm
"Thats silly everyone has killed and if they think they haven't they are either naive or a liar. We all eat animals, we have all killed insect every movement kills millions of bacteria. We just dont stop and think how many lives are lost to give us the ability to live. I mean I have killed spiders. When my rats where sick I drowned them out of mercy are there lives so insignificance, also hundreds of people die a day because of lack of blood supplies, water, starvation, shelter. Is not helping these people as good as killing them, no one is a saint and no one is pure and innocent."
She stated before she looked up at the box she was getting sick of this; she was scared and she wanted to get out of here, so much so she was not acting herself she was nastier and had little patience for all the drunks in this room. She snatched the bottle and downed her last glass coughing man she hated this stuff, before she put it on the table and stood up looking up at the box with a pout and a hand on her hip...
"Come on then lets wrap this up because I am sick of playing!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:48 pm
"I never died."
The speakerbox crackled. "Feel free to all take your last shot."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:29 pm
I'm sorry, what was that you just said there, speaker-box? Andeon can't hear you with Frankie's tongue down his throat.
Andeon's arms were wound around Frankie's waist by that point, and the way he had her dipped back might have been romantic if it weren't for the fact that both of them tasted like a bottle of rubbing alcohol. If anything, the loudspeaker's words only cheered him on. Because if he was going to die, then saying he made out with Frankie Del Rockham without being dressed up in designer clothes and rolling around in a pile of glitter first was one hell of a way to do it. With the soothing, drunken crooning of Mackenzie playing in the background like some drunken chorus, he kissed the strangest girl at Barrne Pines thoroughly and passionately.
For whatever reason - whether it be the shots of vodka now coursing through his blood, the rampant self-loathing brought on by his recollection of Jakob's death, or the fact that he had been convinced this entire time that this was some joke being played by a friend – the announcement did not alert Andeon. It was not a sobering, somber event. It was not scary. It was not curious. It was not in any way, shape or form suspect. It was a simple, plain declaration. And with one hand pressed to the small of Frankie's back, the other curled in her disheveled hair, he was damn near ready to go.
Almost.
Releasing Frankie from his grasp only when the need for oxygen demanded he do so, Andeon grinned like an idiot. He snatched the bottle of vodka and the four shot glasses and poured their final round, emptying the bottle into the last of the glasses. He'd toss it over his shoulder to crash against the wall, apparently oblivious to the raucous noise of the glass as it shattered and skittered across the floor.
“Ladies,” he said, wobbling as he rose drunkenly to his feet, shotglass in hand. He was drunk enough for the room to be spinning around him, drunk enough not to be questioning why the hell he was about to give his death speech, but not so drunk that his words were slurred. After all, he'd been doing this for years. “I feel that in this, our last moment together – nay, our last moment alive – that it is only appropriate that I give a toast. A toast to us.”
He raised his glass and turned to the first of the girls.
“Frankie,” he grinned like an idiot, “You are crazy. In fact, I have spent the past years checking my closet and under my bed to make sure you weren't hiding under there. You are the strangest, oddest, weirdest, most insane individual I have ever met. But Frankie, you are you, and I respect that.” Andeon nodded, a few times too many. “I respect your love for Edward,” at this, he tried to give her a smoldering stare and failed horribly, “I respect that you don't give a rat's a** what anyone thinks. And sure, sure, that's because you're too ********' crazy to realize that there's anybody around. But baby, that's just you, and even though you may be nuttier than a Snickers, I would totally tap that.”
He turned to Mackenzie.
“You...” He grinned down at the girl with that wide-perpetually happy grin that he always seemed to wear, “You are the coolest dyke ever.” And this is where you realized that Andeon was drunk, because when the hell else would Andeon ever say such a thing to one Mackenzie O'Connell? Never. “But you are a fun dyke, my friend. I'm sorry for all those time I called you a dyke too, but man, you're my favorite one. M'sorry about Elle, cause man...” Andeon shook his head, as though he truly were sorry, “I would have paid so much money to watch you guys do it. And so much more to the the meat in that sandwich.”
He then turned to Alease, and his expression went sour.
“They have people, you know. In this crazy, crazy place where you like... take your pets. And they heal them with their voodoo magic and s**t. They're called veterinarians. Seriously, man. You are a ******** Crazy. a**. Buzzkill. Buzzkill McKillington. Killer McBuzzington. You are the Caesar of Fun Suck. The Czar of Downers. The Queen of Killjoy. Monarch of Misery. Ambassador of Ruin My ******** Funtime. Prime Minister Buzz ******** Killington, baby. You need to loosen up, toots. Open that mind and open them legs. Your mind to the world, and your legs to.. well, not ******** me. Because I would fear that the first time my p***s went flaccid from you talking so much, you would ******** drown it. If you're sick of playing, then I am twice as sick of you sucking fun.”
Andeon threw back the last shot, wobbling as he did so.
“If you need something to suck, how about my d-”
And then, as if all six shots had hit him at once, the boy toppled backwards. Six shots in such a short period of time, and Andeon Boscovic was unable to stand. He giggled the whole way down as he collapsed into Mackenzie's lap, where he lay still giggling. He looked up at the red-headed girl, and grinned like an idiot.
"Yer purdy."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:39 pm
Frankie frankly enjoyed the frank kissed she shared with Andeon. It was wet and spicy with liquor and mostly WET and Frankie enjoyed playing tonsil hockey. Especially when she could feel their incisors with their tongue, gave her shivers. She had ignored the others, deciding that the pinks should stick together, right? Right. Besides, Andeon was number two in the "drink more than anyone else, haha!" pageant, and that made him almost as cool as Frankie. Almost.
Frankie giggled at Andeon's speech, raising her glass to him and drinking deeply, a happy gasp escaping from her throat. She felt in no danger, fire water coursing through her veins though the voice from the ceiling took a few moments for her to process. And when she did, Frankies eyes widened to their usual size of dinner plates.
"Of course!" Frankie mumbled, standing up shakily, "Of course! It all makes sense now! The dreams, my urge for blood, everything!!!"
Frankies hands opened and closed in a happy pulse, sort of like a beating heart.
"I'm a <******** VAMPIRE."
This exhilarating moment could never, and would never, leave Frankie's mind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:59 am
The box uptop crackled.
"Let's see, let's see," it said. "You should feel a little queasy right now -- that is, if you're Miss Harlotton. Miss Mackenzie, you'll feel fairly sick, but in the end you'll live. You were all dosed with a fatal amount of poison before you came in here; contained in that bottle of vodka was the antidote. Miss Del Rockham and Mr. Andeon are, of course, so afloat that they could have fixed themselves with the antidote.
"You're probably all fairly sleepy now. It's just a shame that one of you won't wake up."
Crackle.
It was only after a few moments that they started falling unconscious, one by one -- the alcohol didn't help with that either. But as the box said, only one would wake up.
[ALEASE HARLOTTON HAS DIED. YOU HAVE A CHOICE AS TO WHETHER YOU WANT TO WRITE A DEATH REACTION.]
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:18 pm
I was told I was going to die ~
What are you meant to think when you hear that? Some kind of self pity, oh no not me I do not deserve this? Not me. Don't get me wrong, I mean I dont want to die however I could not force myself to think about myself. Instead my mind kind of ran threw everything, tears coming to my eyes, I reached for my cell phone in a attempt to call my brother however I could not seem to find it. What's going to happen to him, I was all he had. Its all that was going threw my mind. I was not scared of dying I was scared of him being on his own like I was. Before he was born mum and dad used to ignore me, I was a money machine to them with my piano skills. Then when he was born I swore he would never know what it was like to be alone. However now I can not even give him that. I was not even going to get to say goodbye. That hurt a lot more than anything else. I was never going to see him again. I had failed as a sister. Why did she have to die, because she had never kissed someone? that was pathetic. She lived for her brother and for that she sacrificed her social life... her one love did not love her back... why was that her fault. Why did she deserve this? Her last feeling was one of pure and utter sorrow and anger...
"I hate you all..."
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