((Tooo LAAZZY to switch accounts!
New Series! I SHALL FINISH! ))
Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the lonely street. She'd had enough of The Cave for now, right now she just needed to escape from the fighting, kissing, sex. She was fucking sick of it.
She climbed up a fire escape and proceeded to the roof. Her mind wandered.. as her body stayed stationary. The cool breeze flowed through her short hair and sent chills down her spine.
Blade walked over to the edge and looked at the cement grave thirty stories down. All the shit she's been through, her sister: dead, her mom: dead, her dad: MIA. Tears slipped from her eyes as she peered down. Death would be so easy. All she had to do was fall, and splat.. like a bug. Her bones would shatter her, her heart would stop, crimsion would be spread everywhere, her team-mates wouldn't know, Terror would find out-he always finds out, the knews would spread, and she would be gone. Eventually it would die down; the grieving would stop and hearts would be healed. She already had a replacement. The name felt bitter in her mouth and made her sick," Blaze..".
A growl slipped from her lips as she stepped off the edge. Wind stung her eyes and whipped her hair.
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"Dante?" She whispered.
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((SO WHO IS THIS DANTE BOY?! ;O))
New Series! I SHALL FINISH! ))
Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the lonely street. She'd had enough of The Cave for now, right now she just needed to escape from the fighting, kissing, sex. She was fucking sick of it.
She climbed up a fire escape and proceeded to the roof. Her mind wandered.. as her body stayed stationary. The cool breeze flowed through her short hair and sent chills down her spine.
Blade walked over to the edge and looked at the cement grave thirty stories down. All the shit she's been through, her sister: dead, her mom: dead, her dad: MIA. Tears slipped from her eyes as she peered down. Death would be so easy. All she had to do was fall, and splat.. like a bug. Her bones would shatter her, her heart would stop, crimsion would be spread everywhere, her team-mates wouldn't know, Terror would find out-he always finds out, the knews would spread, and she would be gone. Eventually it would die down; the grieving would stop and hearts would be healed. She already had a replacement. The name felt bitter in her mouth and made her sick," Blaze..".
A growl slipped from her lips as she stepped off the edge. Wind stung her eyes and whipped her hair.
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She stopped.. Something had caught her. She opened her eyes to a face that she had never seen before, but was so famliar. A name clouded her head.
"Dante?" She whispered.
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((SO WHO IS THIS DANTE BOY?! ;O))
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!