Two weeks exactly. thats how long veevee hasnt been talking to me, but im not suprised or upset about that, she has the right to be. it set up the ladder, trying to scramble up. damn it! this got in the way of everything, my cousin and the tavs wont speak to me, the papers running storys about me, and i cant even climb a ladder to put some displays up...i gulped...if i cant climb up a ladder, then how do i expect to accomplish anything bigger? i gripped onto the bars as if i was dangling from a cliff and pulled. pull! oh god, it hurt so bad, but i made it to the top of the ladder. i stared at the bump, it had gotten bigger considering i was only 1 month and 1 week in, it looked bulbus. it was painful just standing up. i reached for the stapler.
CRASH! i slipped and tumbled down the ladder. i would of laughed.....i tried to heaving myself up, but i couldnt stand the weight. please i begged. but i couldnt, the tears meant nothing to me. i just wanted to get up!
Then a male figure, rose from redfountains detention hall: a scruffy bag lopped over his shoulder, i decided to grovel some-more: "please...." i jerked my head to side, trying desperatly to put myself up. would they help me? they probably where disgusted by what the magix times wrote about my being assulted and all, and would probably turn the other way.....but then, as he started to sprint over to me, his beautiful eyes deep with....something, pain? guilt? sympathy? or maybe he just thought i was pathetic? whatever his expression: it was pyshimar. "please...im sorry, i need you. help me up, please!" i wasnt sure what i was sorry about but i definatly felt guilty. he stared at me, helpless, unresistant and he tried not to jerk his head away and to ease his sad expression...he failed at both. "oh vibbibrinia..." he pulled me up, and i swear i saw a tear in his eye! he picked me up, even although he was masculine- he was
obviously challenged by this monster of a girl....he lay me down on a sofa. and sat down beside me. "Vibbie, you look morbiddly obese." he commented. i adapted a scarcastic tone: "thanks." i squirmed, trying to sit up, once again proving i was pathecticly dependent on the person who did this to me...
"stay strong. it'll get a lot worst soon: much, much worst. i dont think you'll ever be able to lose most of the weight. what are you having,triplets?" i couldnt even argue with that one. he carried on with mauling me with claws of bitterness: "You'll be lucky if it is triplets. from the looks of you, i'll expect more." my cheeks (which were just drying) got the tidal wave treatment again. "oh christ vibbie! you are so pathectic!" but his tone was so soft as he pulled me up next to him, letting me lean on him.
"why are you doing this to me?" pyshimar might as well of gone up in flames then: "You think i like seeing you suffer like this? you think i like it when your an emotion cripple? you reckon i'll enjoy it when you reach the big plop?"
"Yes!" i hissed. "and if you dont, then dont do it!"
"I cant!"
"why not?"
"because i love you!"
"Is this how you treat those you love?"
He stopped...."no....it isnt. i wish i could take back what i did. win you over the proper way, but i was with veevee. i didnt want this--- to happen to you but when it did, a part of me felt relieved. i wanted you to hang onto me. to stay with me....but i knew that couldnt happen unless everyone knew the truth."
"b-b-but you promised me! it'll practically be like normal life. no one had to know!"
"never trust a were-tiger vibbie. i knew if it went like that you wouldnt feel the desperation, the feeling to be near me. i needed you to need me." i should of been angry, but i didnt have room for any kind of emotion but depression now.
"i do! so, what are you going to do then?"
"I'll stay by you...even if your not hot anymore."
i was never hot, but i certainly didnt look it now: my stumach seemed to stand out among everything, my eyes were "that of a pandas" i heard musera whisper to lisa and i always looked akward. i didnt care. pyshimar stroked my hair as if it was silk: "well, your not completly minging'." "i suppose i should be completly honest...i could of paid for that abortion." WHAT?
"Spent it now though." and thats when all affection i felt for pyshimar faded: "WTF! you could of saved me and you decided not to?!?!"
"I dont believe in abortion."
"I dont care! it should of been my choice! What money do you have left over?!?"
"Nothing. spent it all on a night on the town. even if i did have the money, im not letting you have an abortion, its cruel. even if i had the money, or if someonee provided it for you, i will never let you have that abortion."
"and leaving me here hanging onto you like a toddler isnt? i know what this is about! its not any beliefs---- its you wanting to hold on to whats left of me!"
he tried not to grin: "a bit of both actually."
"Pyshimar?"
"yep?"
"go away."
"what?"
"I SAID: GO AWAY!"
Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
You don't really need me
But you keep me hangin' on
Why do you keep a coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me
Set me free, why don't cha babe
Let me be, why don't cha babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
Now you don't really want me
You just keep me hangin' on
You say although we broke up
You still wanna be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Woo, set me free, why don't cha babe
Woo, get out my life, why don't cha babe
Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else Hey!
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Now you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on...
TO BE CONTINUED.
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CRASH! i slipped and tumbled down the ladder. i would of laughed.....i tried to heaving myself up, but i couldnt stand the weight. please i begged. but i couldnt, the tears meant nothing to me. i just wanted to get up!
Then a male figure, rose from redfountains detention hall: a scruffy bag lopped over his shoulder, i decided to grovel some-more: "please...." i jerked my head to side, trying desperatly to put myself up. would they help me? they probably where disgusted by what the magix times wrote about my being assulted and all, and would probably turn the other way.....but then, as he started to sprint over to me, his beautiful eyes deep with....something, pain? guilt? sympathy? or maybe he just thought i was pathetic? whatever his expression: it was pyshimar. "please...im sorry, i need you. help me up, please!" i wasnt sure what i was sorry about but i definatly felt guilty. he stared at me, helpless, unresistant and he tried not to jerk his head away and to ease his sad expression...he failed at both. "oh vibbibrinia..." he pulled me up, and i swear i saw a tear in his eye! he picked me up, even although he was masculine- he was
obviously challenged by this monster of a girl....he lay me down on a sofa. and sat down beside me. "Vibbie, you look morbiddly obese." he commented. i adapted a scarcastic tone: "thanks." i squirmed, trying to sit up, once again proving i was pathecticly dependent on the person who did this to me...
"stay strong. it'll get a lot worst soon: much, much worst. i dont think you'll ever be able to lose most of the weight. what are you having,triplets?" i couldnt even argue with that one. he carried on with mauling me with claws of bitterness: "You'll be lucky if it is triplets. from the looks of you, i'll expect more." my cheeks (which were just drying) got the tidal wave treatment again. "oh christ vibbie! you are so pathectic!" but his tone was so soft as he pulled me up next to him, letting me lean on him.
"why are you doing this to me?" pyshimar might as well of gone up in flames then: "You think i like seeing you suffer like this? you think i like it when your an emotion cripple? you reckon i'll enjoy it when you reach the big plop?"
"Yes!" i hissed. "and if you dont, then dont do it!"
"I cant!"
"why not?"
"because i love you!"
"Is this how you treat those you love?"
He stopped...."no....it isnt. i wish i could take back what i did. win you over the proper way, but i was with veevee. i didnt want this--- to happen to you but when it did, a part of me felt relieved. i wanted you to hang onto me. to stay with me....but i knew that couldnt happen unless everyone knew the truth."
"b-b-but you promised me! it'll practically be like normal life. no one had to know!"
"never trust a were-tiger vibbie. i knew if it went like that you wouldnt feel the desperation, the feeling to be near me. i needed you to need me." i should of been angry, but i didnt have room for any kind of emotion but depression now.
"i do! so, what are you going to do then?"
"I'll stay by you...even if your not hot anymore."
i was never hot, but i certainly didnt look it now: my stumach seemed to stand out among everything, my eyes were "that of a pandas" i heard musera whisper to lisa and i always looked akward. i didnt care. pyshimar stroked my hair as if it was silk: "well, your not completly minging'." "i suppose i should be completly honest...i could of paid for that abortion." WHAT?
"Spent it now though." and thats when all affection i felt for pyshimar faded: "WTF! you could of saved me and you decided not to?!?!"
"I dont believe in abortion."
"I dont care! it should of been my choice! What money do you have left over?!?"
"Nothing. spent it all on a night on the town. even if i did have the money, im not letting you have an abortion, its cruel. even if i had the money, or if someonee provided it for you, i will never let you have that abortion."
"and leaving me here hanging onto you like a toddler isnt? i know what this is about! its not any beliefs---- its you wanting to hold on to whats left of me!"
he tried not to grin: "a bit of both actually."
"Pyshimar?"
"yep?"
"go away."
"what?"
"I SAID: GO AWAY!"
Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
You don't really need me
But you keep me hangin' on
Why do you keep a coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me
Set me free, why don't cha babe
Let me be, why don't cha babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
Now you don't really want me
You just keep me hangin' on
You say although we broke up
You still wanna be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Woo, set me free, why don't cha babe
Woo, get out my life, why don't cha babe
Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else Hey!
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Now you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on...
TO BE CONTINUED.
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