I need a life. Here it is - a fanfic of a message board RPG that I'm not even a part of. Spoiler warnings for the thousandth post, of course...
Legal Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em, not a part of it. Just a fan who needs to stop putting off homework by writing stuff like this...
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.::Cue Music – “Keep Hope Alive” – The Crystal Method::.
She was just a little Para, but it was enough. It wasn’t even a major thing, just that she never scratched. Bruised, yes, cried, yes – bled openly, no. It still made her different enough to want to touch the skies.
And through her tears, she spoke. “There is hope.”
She had parents, a long time ago, she thinks. She ran away. Stupid choice. It was over some boy whose name she doesn’t even remember. It was only an excuse, anyway – otherwise, she never would’ve gotten out. Even if picking through trash for half-eaten burgers and sleeping in the back corner of the alley isn’t much better.
And through her tears she spoke. She said, “There is hope.”
She can’t use needles for her high. She tried once and it got stuck in the skin; pulling it out was hell. She buys her powder and snorts it and smiles. She buys whatever she can take, whatever will make her fly. She always wanted to touch the skies- she hasn’t found the right one yet, but she will.
And through her tears she spoke. She said, “There is hope.” And she smiled.
She heard on the radio of the store next door when the ExPat, BiShou, spoke. And she laughed and laughed. Maybe it wasn’t really funny…but wasn’t that what she’d imagined sometimes as a little girl? “What if we were only dreams of God?” she said, half in memory, half to keep her there. “But doesn’t that mean that if you exist, someone thought of you?”
And through her tears she spoke. She said, “There is hope.” And she smiled and opened her arms.
She knew when she was watching the shop televisions and she saw him, with eyes like death and a laugh like velvet that an end was coming soon. But still, it would be alright. She was still here, still thinking and loaded and almost to flying now. Somebody was thinking of her and they would take care of her, because God is supposed to be benevolent, right? And she started crying then, it was just so fucking cool. All the rest of them were little cardboard cutouts, but she was real! She would live, she would survive, while they withered into the nothing that they were… She felt no fear as he spoke the final, damning words.
And through her tears, she spoke. She said, “There is hope.” And she smiled and opened her arms, welcoming the flash that consumed her.
And she was no more.
_________________ <i>"He knew that he could go to Narnia or Oz or Cimmeria or New York if he just said the right thing or rubbed the right magic charm, but it just never happened." -- Neil Gaiman </i>
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