Her Guardian Angel (Jet and PhantomVector)
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				Title: <strong>Her Guardian Angel (Jet and PhantomVector)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jet</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:08:22</strong>
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				She was a depressed girl, there was no doubt. And angry, too, angry at herself. It made Serra upset in a way that nobody else could understand. Serra had been with the girl such a long time, watching her, and saw the development from a happy child into a deeply upset teenager. She only wanted to make it better for the other girl, so much that she had gone to great lengths to show any friendship that she could.<br><br>Lately, Serra had noticed a frightening change in the moods of the other girl, and Serra feared that her friend might be suicidal. Serra had been working hard to make sure the girl was not alone to cut herself, making excuses to come over and help with homework or play sports. She did her best to drag the other girl out to do things and listen to her. And they would be together, and Serra felt much better to have a hand at helping her friend, but at the day's end, Serra cried without ending. She knew what the other girl was thinking, and she wanted to open her mouth and simply say, "God loves you. I love you."<br><br>But she couldn't, so she cried bitter tears, and when she did, the sky opened up and wept with her. <br><br>Serra sent lovely breezes to tickle the other girl and brush her clothes in a gentle embrace, and she would take days crafting beautiful dreams to gift away. But all for naught. Lately, she had tried other things, something stronger than friendship. A gentle touch, a suggestive smile. She would reveal a little bit of herself to her friend and slowly got more adventurous. But in the end, her friend still contemplated killing herself, and Serra would weep some more. She grew more and more afraid each day, until she became convinced of something.<br><br>She had to do something drastic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Guardian Angel (Jet and PhantomVector)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomVector</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 09:51:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u178/TanisVerkaros/Ellen_Page.jpg)</div><br>It started off quietly, and small. A cut here, and a cut there. Nothing too obvious. The pain, and the adrenaline made her feel better as she cut her body. Though she wanted more, it wasn't enough to make her feel better anymore. Everyone wanted something, or expected something of her. Her parents wanted her to be more like her older sister, good grades, and a goody two-shoes. That wasn't her though. She wasn't Victoria. She was Amelia. She didn't want to be anyone else but herself. Her teachers wanted her to apply herself more, and expected her to fail. Her friends wanted her to do drugs, and go to parties all the time. The only person who didn't want something or expect something from her was Victoria. Though the fact that she was dead might have helped. It had only been a couple weeks ago that Victoria had gotten into a car accident. She had been in the car with her big sister when it happened. Another car sideswiped their car, knocking the side right into Victoria. When they'd gotten to the hospital, it hadn't taken long for Victoria to pass away. It was obvious to Amelia which sister that her parents had wished survived the accident, and which one had died. That was the start of it all. She'd been unhappy before, but her sister's death had been the final straw that lead to this.Her cutting started to get deeper, and more frequent. Enough that her best friend Serra had started to notice the scars on her wrists, and legs. It helped to relieve her anger, and anguish. The feeling of the knife against her skin as it slowly cut into the flesh helped to get her mind off her own emotional pain. Like she was slowly cutting it out little by little. She hadn't been able to cut recently, her friend always around. Although it was annoying, it was nice to know that at least one person cared about her. Her parents were out, and she was alone in the house. <br><br>There was blood everywhere, and it was only getting worse. She cut into her wrists much deeper then she had originally intended. The blood flowed freely with every beat of her heart. She had tried vainly to cover the wounds, but she quickly became too weak to stop the blood. Or perhaps she stopped caring about whether she lived or died. She felt cold, and tired. She could feel her eyelids becoming heavy as the darkness beckoned her. She had previous carved into her legs, the blood still flowing from them as well. Her arms looked almost too pale, her legs didn't look any better as the blood slowly started to pool around her. She was only in a small t-shirt, and black panties. It would have looked like someone had tried to kill her, if not for the bloody knife in her hand. It feel to the tiled floor with a clatter. She thought about Serra. They had been best friends ever since they met. She wished that she could tell her that she appreciated everything Serra had done, and that this wasn't her fault. It had become something of a personal mission of Serra's to save her. Guess she was a little too late.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Guardian Angel (Jet and PhantomVector)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jet</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 04:27:59</strong>
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				<br>(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=11155398)<br><br><em>Beautiful Amelia</em>, she thought, as tears ran down her face. <em>Please no, Amelia. Please no.</em><br><br>Serra had dropped her bag on the floor when she heard Amelia hit the ground in the bathroom and ran in there, finding her passed out in a pool of her own blood. Oh, how she cried, then! Was she too late? Serra cried, then, and tilted her head toward heaven. <br><br>"Dear God," she prayed fervently. "Lend me your saving grace."<br><br>The light in the bathroom was almost blinding when she looked up at the ceiling. When she dropped her hands from their appeal to Heaven, she ran them along the floor, collecting her sweet's blood, coaxing it back into her veins. Her tears fell in thick raindrops over her friend's body, and when the salt hit the cuts, the bleeding stopped. Pale scars showed now where the blood had flowed, but still Amelia did not stir.<br><br>Her chest heaved with sobs as she bent over her poor Amelia, stroking her face with the back of bloody hands. <em>Why did life have to be so cruel?</em> she thought as she watched her friend's perfect chest rise and fall slowly. <em>Why must God's lessons be so hard to understand?</em><br><br>Here lay another soul almost lost to His light and love. With a soft, pained smile, Serra reflected upon her own position. <em>Above her lay another soul, a token of His light and love.</em> Long ago, Serra had fallen in love with Amelia, and made a vow that she would one day feel loved and happy. And one day, she vowed, Amelia would bask in the light of Heaven. <br><br>"No!" she cried out as she saw Amelia take her last breath. "NO!"<br><br>Her scream rent the air, sent her own hair flying back. There was only one way, she thought. Serra had made a solemn vow, and she would not see it undone here. With one giant breath, Serra seemed to draw away all the light in the room. Bending over, she opened Amelia's mouth and kissed her deeply, blowing out all that light and with it, her love. Amelia's chest rose suddenly and life filled her again. When she woke up on the floor, Serra was stroking her face lovingly, kissing her neck lightly. <br><br>"Don't you know?" she whispered to Amelia. "Don't ever leave me again, my love."
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