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From : xojubellaa
Added: Jun 22, 2009
Read over here, buddyyyy ;D This one has a preview! Aren't you excited?! Oh, and I'll start this when I get 250 subs too. __________________________________ I've never really given much thought about how I was going to die. Although I knew that every breathing moment I spent on Earth was incredibly precious, I had always subconsciously known that I would last much longer than this. I was dying. And there was nothing to save me. My mind was in a state of insane vertigo. The room was spinning to immense proportions; breathing was a skill that my mind was quickly letting go. I closed my eyes; it seemed to help distance the burning pain the rest of my body was feeling. My head was as cool as a cucumber. Yet so much more dangerous. Strangely, I could feel the sweat trickling down my face. I wanted to kick off the covers; I felt like I was living in a human sauna. By apparently, movement was one thing death would not allow. So I lay still, sweltering under the blankets on this April evening. For a few moments, everything was still. I thought the adventure was over. My mind seemed to regain its senses. My first thought was about Jack. Was he there? Was he waiting? Did he still love me? And then, my mind flickered back to recent memories of that evening. I had been sitting alone in my room, going through some old journals. I had flipped back specifically to the day of the funeral . . . Dear Diary, I never thought that I would actually have the strength to make it through today. More than once have I considered leaving everything, if it means being in Jack's arms again. As cheesy and chick-flick-y as that sounds, it's true. My life sucks without Jack. The funeral was today. Almost all of the town was in attendance. I met Jack's step-brother, Nate, and his step-father. Mrs. Levitt looked like she was going to explode; Mr. Sternum [Jack's stepfather] had to do everything in his power to keep her from running to the casket and shaking her son. I pitied her. I actually wanted to do the same thing. But something kept me back during the service. I thought it weird that I hadn't cried at any point during the funeral. Celia says that I must've cried myself dry. She herself, along with the rest of the female population there, cried an ocean. Nate Sternum. What can I say about this boy? When Mr. Sternum and Mrs. Levitt married, he was an angry boy. Eventually, he had gotten himself expelled from Montgomery High, and then Mr. Sternum sent him to St. Barnabas' Reformatory School. He came back at the beginning of senior year, apparently having learned his lesson. At the funeral, he seemed to be in even more pain than Mrs. Levitt. His lips were mostly locked in a tight scowl, and I saw and heard his fist pounding against his seat during the service. The weirdest part was, Nate never looked up. He never looked anyone in the eye today. Well, I guess I'll go. It's nearly midnight, and I have an English essay to finish. More tomorrow!! --R. With those memories, and some more recent events, I had begun to piece everything together. It was scary, but unfortunately, true. Nate Sternum wasn't what everyone expected. In fact, he . . . And with that, I felt my mind and my subconscious slowly slipping away, as if I were falling asleep . . . ------------------- Rosalyn Iris Larrimore August 20th, 1992 - August 15th, 2009 May she rest in peace. __________________________________ Type "Masquerade" somewhere in your comment if you read this. ;D
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