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Eevee's story pt. 22 The EndMaria opened her eyes slowly.
A Eevee was standing next to her bed, checking her bandages.
"Who are you?" Maria asked.
"I'm Janet. You met me on your first day here."
Maria felt bad. She didn't remember her. At all. Janet was so quite and didn't hang around Maria.
"It's ok," Janet said. "You probably don't remember me. I stay in here a lot, helping the injured."
That made Maria feel even worse. And she was already upset. It had only been one day since Luke died, and Maria was feeling like she couldn't move. That she would spend the day staring at the ceiling thinking about Luke. But now she at least had someone to talk to.
"So are you feeling better?" asked Janet.
"No. I feel worse than yesterday."
"It's ok. Everyone has their time."
"But his was too early..."
Maria buried her face into her paws. He died too soon. It wasn't his time.
"Hey now, he's in a better place."
Maria kept her face in her paws.
Janet patted Maria's back. Then Maria looked up. She stared at Jan
PromiseThe sun beamed down on your face. Just the way it hit you, made me think I was looking at an angel. Your beautiful blonde hair shines like the sun. Almost as beautiful as your blue eyes. Today is wonderful. I finally, get to see your beautiful face.
We've both been so busy, you always out of town with your parents, me always home doing chores. It's nice to just sit here with you. Nothing to do.
"I've missed you so much," I say.
"Me too. It gets lonely when I travel around a lot."
"But I'm glad we get to spend sometime together."
You give me a smile, and I know I'm blushing.
"Tell me," he said, "that no matter how far away we are, you'll always be there for me."
I lean my head on your shoulders, feeling happy and I can't stop smiling. As the sun sets, we wave goodbye. You need to go with your parents again. So before you go I lean into your ear.
Eevee's story pt. 21 No one can hurt youMaria's father dropped Luke, making a thud on the floor.
"Hey," he said. "Thought you might want to see your little boyfriend. Did you really think he could beat me?"
Maria ran over to Luke. She grabbed his lifeless body.
"Luke!" she yelled. "Get up! No! You're not dead! You...you can't be!"
Maria's grip got tighter. She couldn't loose him...she couldn't....
"Get up! No...you can't..."
She dropped her head on his body. Tears ran down her face. She flinched when she felt a paw on her shoulder. It was her father.
"Maybe if you listened to me, this wouldn't have happened."
Maria picked up her head. Her eyes instead of green, were blood red. With tears streaming down her face, she stood up, face to face with her father.
"You say this is my fault!?" she yelled.
Her voice didn't sound like hers. It sounded deeper.
"You say I caused this!? You're an evil man! And you will pay!"
She tackled her father, sending them both to the ground. But she wasn't done yet. Her claws went straight to her fat
Eevee's story pt. 20 Another loss"No!"
Maria jumped on top of her father.
"I'm tired of being scared of you!"
Maria claws dug into her father's skin. He let out a cry of pain, but she didn't stop. He deserved this. This was revenge. For hitting her mom. For hitting her brother. For being a terrible father.
"Get off of me!" he yelled.
She stopped clawing at him, but she still held him down.
"Why should I!?"
"Because I'm your father. And plus, you won't hurt family would you? You can say I'm not your father, but I am. And always will be."
"No," she said. "I'll stop. Because I'm not like you."
Maria got off of her father.
"No!" Tyler yelled.
Maria was confused. Why would he yell no? Then she turned around and saw her father about to attack her.
Maria jumped out of the way, avoiding claws into her eyes. She turned around, only to be smacked, hard. He hit her right eye, making that one eye have blurry vision. She blinked it. Once. Twice. Still blurry. Maria could hear foot steps. She turned to her left and
Why?Why? The only question I ask is why. Why did you leave? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why am I not good enough for you?
The darkness blinds me from the truth. I keep saying you'll come back. But I know you won't. I keep saying you cared. But you never did. I keep saying that you love me. But you never did and never will.
"It's ok," I say. "It's ok. It's ok."
I keep repeating the words, as if I say them enough, the pain will go away. But, of course, it doesn't. It stays there deep in my chest. My heart. I can hear it snap in half. I feel broken, like someone should throw me away.
I try to stay happy. But I can't. And my cheek is wet. Tears. They run down my face as fast as you ran out. I can't help it now. The tears stream down like a river flowing. A river of pain.
I can barely get the words out. I close my eyes and let the words repeat in my head. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. I'm fine. Everything will be alright. It's ok. No one can hurt you. The pain will pass. It's ok. It'
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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