Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin

Heyy everyone! Sorry that i haven't been on all that much lately....a lot of this with my sister and all...i believe i posted a journal about that....

Well...school has basically kept me busy....tests...projects....homework...yuck....and...*gulp*...i got bad grades! ekk! well at least they were interums grades and not final report card grades...yet...my teacher tried to pull a little "prank" on my class the other day...we had got done a pretty big project...and we were learning about Athenian Democracy...he decided that he was goin to give us a "project"...a new one since we got done our first one....we got to "pick" the project...here were the choices:

1.Write a paper on an Athenian Leader (12 pages)

2. Make a 3D model of a part of Athens (teacher desk size)

3. Give a 15 minute oral report on ancient Greece

4. Creat a 15 minute play/skit about a famous event in Greek history

5. Design a test on Ancient Greece with both essay and multiple choice (200 multiple choice questions and 4 essays) and provide an answer key

isn't that all exciting...and somehow that was related to our class that day...we had to vote and everyone voted for the test! The Test!i thought i really had to do that but he only said that so we would pay attention in class....erhg

lol...well....i dyed my hair pink....BRIGHT HOT PINK WITH MANY DIFFERENT SHADES OF PINK AND IT IS THE SEX!!!!!!!!!!

And i have some news reguarding my new fanfic "Cursed and Unseen":

Well....i may not finish it...i'm not sure yet....it was basically based on my life and my dream of oone day meeting mcr....it's too painful to look back on those mem ories of my dad...i'm sorry...but i do have some good news!!

Do you guys rememer "Romeo Is Dead"? before my sister deleted it? Well...I may be continuing that one.....i started a new chapter...i just wanted to let you guys in the loop and see what you think...okay? and yes...it has Gerard and the rest of mcr with some other famous appearences...okay?

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey

In your misery, you're not alone. So, come share your tears with me and witness it all go wrong.

It was lunch time, I had to talk to Kate, I just hope she doesn't tell anybody. Things will go horribly wrong if she does.

I entered the commons, with a smile to hide my pain. I seemed cheerful enough, maybe I can fool her into not talking about everything.

"Hey Charisma," Kate said as I sat down at the table. "I believe you wanted to talk to me about something."

Well, I guess she didn't forget, grrr. I thought to myself.

"Oh, let me get my lunch first." I stalled.

"Okay." she smiled.

I ran up to the lunch line, looking for chips or something. I hate the food here, yuck. I grabbed some sour creme and onion chips, a butterscotch tastycake, a pretzel, and a blue raspberry slushie. Everything came up to be $2.60.

I slowly went back to my lunch table, looking more frightened than friendly.

"Okay, " I said. "I guess I'll tell you now." I sounded very drull.

"You can start now." Kate giggled.

"Oh," I blushed. "My parents got in a huge fight last night, around 2 in the morning, they woke me up and I heard everything."

"What did they say?"

"My dad thinks my mom is cheating on him and my mom just wanted to sleep. She kept telling him to shut up."

"What caused the fight? Do you know?" she asked, still with a friendly look on her face.

"My mom came home late last night, well, at 2 in the morning. She drove her friend home and my dad got angry...I hate him." I sighed, with a bit of pain showing on my face.

"Why?"

"Because he yelled at me for not getting him coffee this morning and he said that I can't eat today but my mom gave me money so that I can."

"Your dad is a jerk." Kate snorted.

"Try an asshole." I said.

"I can't curse, remember? It's part of my religion." she corrected me.

"Sorry, I keep forgetting." I apoligized.

"It's okay."

"Kate, I really hate my life right now. I really hate my dad."

"Don't worry, things will get better." Her smile was more friendlier than ever now.

"Thanks, Kate." I tried to smile back.

The bell rang for 5th period.

The lunch period ended quickly today. They need to extend it for at least 20 more minutes.

I had art next, that went by quickly too. The whole day did. But at least I finsihed my picture of a bleeding rose in art today. My art teacher hung it up and my friend who had a different period after mine said it was the talk of the whole class that period. I felt a little accomplished today, but I didn't want to go home. Who knows whats gonna happen.

Trixie saved a seat for me on the bus. She was quite talkative today...I wasn't. I popped my headphones on again, and put on "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)"...one of my favorite MCR songs.

Trixie got a little mad but I didn't care. At least not today. I needed some music.

"Well, if you wanted honesty thats all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go it's better off this way," I mumbled to myself. I paused for a moment, looking at Trixie, seeing that she was annoyed by my singing. "I'm not okay, I'm not okay...."

Me and Trixie parted ways after we got off the bus. I told her that I was gonna go to the mall with her today. I hope my dad lets me go.

"I'm home!" I said as I walked through the front door.

"Wonderful." I heard him sigh.

"I'm going to the mall with Trixie later." I shouted.

"No, you're not." He answered back to me.

"Why not?" I asked, trying not to sound angry, but sounding sad instead.

"Because you're a bitch and you didn't get me coffee this morning."

"That's not fair! All you said was that I couldn't eat! I'm allowed to hang out with Trixie! You already said I could!" I cried.

"Talk to your mom about it, not me."

"But she's not home, dad!"

"Oh well!"

"You're an asshole!" I yelled at him.

Oh shit.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Nothing, I said nothing." I stuttered a bit.

"You just called me an asshole!" he accused though it was true.

"I-I didn't mean too, it slipped out!" at that point he was face-to-face with me.

"I'm sorry." I cried.

"You're gonna be sorry."

to be continued....

I ran out of my house before my dad said anything else to me. I didn't even bother to wait for Trixie, my best friend, today. I hope she understands.

I was in so much pain. Why would a father intentionally starve his daughter. Was it the fact that I wasn't his biological daughter? But why would he care or not? He still shouldn't do that. Why would my mom stay with him? Why does she? Is she scared of him, like I am? Does he beat her like he beats me?

I almost missed the bus. Trixie wasn't mad at me since I came up with a lame excuse to cover p my real one. Talking to Trixie was the que to hide my pain from everybody, though I know it would bite me in the ass later.

I didn't talk to Trixie the whole bus ride to school, I just didn't feel like it. How am I going to face my other friends? Will they see my pain? Maybe I should hide out in the bathroom today, like I did Friday. Maybe I should tell them that I'm going up to Hammy's classroom to talk to him or something. I hope it works.

I decided to go the other way, so I don't have to face them. I don't wanna start crying infront of them.

I walked into the girls bathroom as calm looking as possible. I ran into a stall and sat my things down beside me and sat on the toilet. I let the tears fall down my cheeks. Along with the mascara and eyeshadow.

Maybe I should tell someone. Maybe someone can help me get away from him. I don't know anymore. I deserve his abuse. I'm an awful daughter.

No, I'm not. He's an awful father! Why does he do this to me?

I start to cry incontrollably.

What did I do to deserve this? Why did this have to happen to me?!

I cleaned myself up, before the bell rang. I had to or my teacher would've asked me what's wrong. Though, paiin is written all over my face, and my arms. I have to hide those. I don't want anyone to see.

I know it's bad and I have to stop. But feeling pain is the only way I know that I'm alive. And, plus, it's doesn't hurt as much as my own father beating me, or all the emotional baggage that he;s dropped on me.

I walked into first period and my friend Kate greeted me with an open and caring smile and hello.

"Heyy, Kate." I said, trying not to cry again.

"What's wrong?" she asked abruptly.

How did she know? I asked myself.

"N-nothing. Nothings wrong, Kate. I'm just tired." I lied.

"Yeah right. You look like you're about to cry."

My eyes filled with tears again and I choked to find words to answer her.

"Charisma." she said impatiently.

I had to tell someone, right? I thought to myself. Maybe she can get me away from my dad.

"Not here, not now. At lunch." I whispered.

My alarm clock went off, scaring me senseless. I was still on the floor. I slowly rose and approached my nightstand and hit the "OFF" button on my alarm clock.
"Charisma, are you up?" I heard my mom from the kitchen.
"Yeah mom!" I yelled bacl to her.
"Both of you shut up! I'm tryingot sleep!" my dad barked from his bedroom.
I hate it when he yells.
"You stupid fuckers! Now I can't sleep! Fuck! God Dammit! You stupid bitches!" he yelled again.
It hurts when he says things like that.
I tried to ignore his arrogant yelling but it cut through everything like sunlight on a cloudy day. So put my TV on, Angel is supposed to be on. I'm right, it's the one where Cordelia gets mysteriously pregnant. One of my favorite ones.
I pulled some clothes out of my dresser, and get dressed. I do my hair and put on some make up.
My heart is beating but my eyes are dead.
My dad stood in my doorway, looking half asleep.
"Get me coffee." He ordered, holding out money in his hands.
"I got ot get ready for school, dad." I said patiently.
"Charisma, get me coffee, it'll only take you a few minutes."
"Dad, you have two legs, do it yourself." I scowled.
"Fuck you, Charisma! How 'bout next time you ask for something I tell you to fuck off!"
My heart was beating faster and faster.
Hold your head high heavy heart.
"I need to get ready." I hushed.
"God fuckin dammit! All I want is a simple cup of coffee! Is that too hard to ask for?! You're just like your mother! A stupid arrogant bitch! That's what you are!" he snapped.
"Fine, I can handle that. At least I know that I don't have to answer to you." I sasses arrogantly.
Oh shit, I thought, Why do I always have to run my mouth?
His face went red with anger. He crumpled the money in his hands. My heart jumped. I was scared.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I repeated in my mind.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that you piece of shit!" he finally yelled, making me jump. "I'll rip your head off next time you do! You got that?! And don't even bother packing a lunch, because you're not eating today."
Another day without a lunch, what will my friends think?
He left the room in a loud stomp. My eyes were flooded with tears. Why is he like this? Is it my fault? Did I do something to make him that mad?
My mom must of heard what happened. She quickly entered my room and hugged me.
"Are you okay, sweety?" she asked with love in her smooth voice.
"Yeah, I think so. But I can't eat today. Mom, what did I do?" I answered with mascara filled tears rolling down my cheeks.
"You didn't do anything wrong, hunny. Nothing at all. And you are eating today, and the next day and the next. Here's five bucks for lunch. Nobody is starveing my baby."

do you like it?

She awoke in the morning. It was about 7:00 am.

"Oh no," she sighed. "I didn't do it."

She shot out of bed, her radio was off. Her mom must have unplugged it while she was sleeping.

Darla's heart skipped a few beats. She didn't keep her promise as told. She has to do it some other time. But what if he doesn't allow it.

Oh God, she thought. I really messed up.

Darla walked into her bathroom, everything seemed in order. She was gasping for air. The sudden shock from aking up still lingered inside her. She really messed up, big time.

She turned on the faucet, and let the warm water run for a few seconds. She filled her palms with water, bent down and splashed it on her face, letting the water refresh her.

Darla felt a sudden chill on her back, causing her to shiver. She looked up. Something was written on the mirror. A message. She knew who wrote it, she was expecting something like that to happen. She didn't keep her promise.

15 Years

it said.

She sighed, and started to clean it up.

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                                                          15 YEARS LATER

It was time, this time she's keeping her promise, she's protecting her family. Darla awoke in the middle of the night. She still lived in Ricketts Glen, with her new family.

Darla tip toed out of bed, trying not to disturb her husband. Can you guess who? She slipped a jecket over her nightie, threw some boots on and grabbed the keys to her Jeep.

Darla walked past her daughters' room, twins, both asleep.

I hope one day they'll understand, she thought.

Right before Darla left, she left a note for her family on the living room table and headed out the door.

Surprisingly, they moved a little closer to the hospital. After what happened 15 years ago, none of them wanted to drive past it, let alone go back. It was suicide.

But she made a promise, she needs to keep it. Or something bad will happen to her loved ones.

During the ride there, all she could think about is what happened after the inncident at the hospital 15 years before. Her new life.

Piper, who married Frank right out of college, and becoming a photographer. Taking pictures of their wedding, and their kids (Holly and Anthony). And becoming one of the most respected citizens in Ricketts Glen.

Frank, who is still not that bright, becoming a guitar player in a band Gerard formed called My Chemical Romance. He nick named his son, and one of his guitars, Pansy. He also has a huge fan base, but still manages to be the same old Frank but with a few more responsibilties.

Gerard, the lead singer of My Chemical Romance and the most wonderful husband and father Darla could ever imagine. He helped in naming one of the twins, Helena (after his grandmother) and Darla named the other Violetta. Gerard also has his own comic book called "The Umbrella Academy." Darla always wondered how he could manage everything and being able to balance out work and family.

Mrs. Markett, was a hard worker when it came to her job, and soon after the 'inncident', with her daughter. Unfortunately, about a year after the hospital inncident, she died in a car accident.

Then, Darla thought about her own accomplishments in life. Like, becoming a graphic artist. getting married to her soul mate and having the most beautiful children. And surviving the hospital, but with a little bonus...if you would call it that.

Before she knew it, she was at the hospital. She drove around to the front, where she enetered once before. Darla turned the car off and stepped out of it gingerly.

She looked up, remembering looking up at the same window 15 years ago, and she saw him. The evil that she promised to spend eternity with. She sacrificed herself to save her family.

She approached the hospital, not much changed, more dust maybe. She was so scared to go back inside, the memories of that place still haunted her for all these years. But she made a promise to him, and she had to keep it. So, she walked back in. And the doors slammed behind her once again.

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Gerard awoke with no one beside him. He stretched(sp?) and went to wake up the twins in the other room.

He looked around for Darla, but she was nowhere in sight. She must of gone to work early.

"Girls," Gerard whispered to his daughters, while enetering their room. "Wake up."

"Daddy," one of the girls asked. "What's for breakfast?"

"I don't know. Your mom isn't here." he answered.

The other twin approached them both, and hugged her daddy.

"I saw mommy leave last night." she said, letting go of him.

"Do you know where she went?"

"No, but she paper in her hand and she was still in her pajama's." It was Helena who was speaking now.

"You both saw her?"

"Yeah." they both said.

"Alright, um, why don't you guys get dressed and we'll go out for breakfast, is that okay with you two?" Gerard smiled at them.

"Okay, can we go to The Red Rooster?" Violetta asked.

"Sure." he left the room.

Gerard made his way to the living room, noticing a letter on the living room table. He opened it, shocked by what it said.

Dear family,

I love you all so much. But I have to leave you now, for good. I did not run away with someone else. I ran away for you guys, to protect you. I made a promise 15 years ago, to Aaron. I said that if were to return the following week from the inncident, that he would let you all live. And he agreed. But I did not keep that promise. He came to me the next morning, leaving a message on my mirror, telling me to return in 15 years. So, I am. And if you're reading it, then I already did.

Gerard, I love you and I would do anything for you, and our daughters, and I did. You are an amazing husband and father. You are everything to me. I have never loved someone so much like I love you. You are my mind, body, and soul. We have created a family together. And we both accomplished our dreams in such a short anount of years. You gave me the two most beautiful girls in the world. And I know, that you'll take great care of them. Tell them that I love them. And I also want you to tell them everything from our past. Please don't hold anything back from them. I love you, my love.

My girls, I know I left you at such a young age. But I did it to protect you. I love you both very much. I know I would not be able to live with out you two. Thats why I did this. I made a promise and I kept it. Your father will explain it to you one day, hopefully. You two girls are the greatest blessings in the world. You will become something great in the future. I can already tell that you two will break many hearts in the future. My little loves, whatever you want of mine you can have, to remember me. My darlings, we will be together again one day, hopefully, not too soon. Don't blame your father for this, he didn't know. He loves you as much as I do.

I know I'm not great at leaving letters, especially these kinds. But, I left everything in a journal that I put somewhere in the attic. Please don't go back to the hospital. Please don't make my sacrifice worth nothing. Take good care of yourselves and tell the others of my sacrifice and how much they mean to me and that I love them.

I love you all,

Darla.

THE END.

thank you to all who have read this! I love you all and hopefully you'll like my new fanfic (boy, they keep on a comin don't they?) I hope you're not too diappointed of the ending.

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey

Gerard stumbled through the door, holding four coffee's in his hands. Darla auutomatically stood up and helped him withthe coffee.

"Which one's mine?" Darla smiled.

"This one, the large with extra sugar and creme." Gerard smile back, and handing her her coffee.

"You guys are all flirty flirty." Framl giggled.

"Maybe it's because they're going out now." Piper chuckled.

"Serioulsy? Wow, major shocker. Who would've ever guessed that they would be dating each other?"

Darla and Gerard just smiled at each other and sat down.

"Did you guys kiss yet. I mean, when she's not covered in blood." Piper asked.

"We wanna take things slow and see where everything takes us." Gerard replied as serious looking as possible.

"So you already kissed." Piper stated.

"Yeah..." Gerard sighed.

"How did you know?" Darla asked.

"Just by the look on both of your faces. I'm smart like that."

"Uh huh," Darla sighed. "hey, I got to ask you guys a question."

"What is it?" Gerard, Frank, and piper said in unison.

Darla bit her lower lip and looked down.

"What if," she choked. "What if one of us went back to the hospital?"

"Why?" Gerard asked, looking worried.

"Nothing really, I was just wondering." she whispered, almost inaudible.

"Are you up to something?"

"No," she answered too quickly. "Not at all."

"Really?" Gerard asked. "I don't want yu to back to that hospital...he'll kill you. You know that, right?"

"I know, I'm not that stupid...I was just wondering."

"What time is it?" Frank asked.

"Six," Gerard answered. "Why?"

"Ah! I've go to go...my mom wants me home by 6:30."

"Me too." Darla said.

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Darla walked home by herself. Gerard offered to tag along but she declined his offer by saying that her mom was going meet her halfway...which was a total lie.

She walked through the door and found a note from her mom on the table. it read:

Hi sweetie,

I have to work late tonight. I'll see you tomorrow. call me if you need anything.

I love you,

Mom

Glad to see that things didn't change much, she thought to herself.

She walked back into her room. Tonight, something was going to happen. Something big. Nobody knew but her. She sat on her bed, facing her mirror, and stared long and hard at herself. Was it really worth it?

Yes, it was.

She took off her jewelry, and placed them neatly on her dresser, nest to her cloths set out for the next day. Why did she leave cloths out for tomorrow?

She brushed her hair, making it nice and smooth.

She undressed and changed into her nightgown. She didn't want to dress in any of her other cloths. She wants things to look somewhat out of place.

Darla plugged in her radio and out in a CD. She put in "Santi" by The Academy Is.. and put it on "We've got a big mess on our hands."

I’ve got that lefty curse
Where everything I do is flipped
And awkwardly reversed
You’re seldom known and barely missed
I always put myself
In destructive situations
I need oxygen
To be exposed where no one goes, where no one’s been
When it all comes crashing…

She zoned out during the chorus, imagining the events that would follow later on that night.

Darla fell asleep as the CD was still playing.

to be continued...

Tell me ho wyou like it! it's a new fanfic/non fanfic(?) I've been thinking of lately...tell me if you like it then...i'll see where the story takes me i guess....and yes, I will be finishing "Revenge Against The Innocent"

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All night I heard a faint noise in the living room. It must have been the tv because I swear I heard Viva La Bam on. My dad must be out there now. But where is my mom? I slowly rise, and glare at the clock on the nightstand.
"2:00," I sighed. "I wish he would go to bed already." I rolled over, and tried to get myself comfortable again, so I could sleep.
I was half asleep when I heard a quick slam of our front door. I groaned when i started hearing silent a bickering of vioces.
"Where were you?" I heard my dads voice snap.
Oh great, I though, they're at it again.
"I was worried." he snapped again.
"I gave a friend a ride home after work." my mom's voice chimed in.
I shot out of bed when I heard this. I tipped toed across the floor and sat myself in front of the door, peering through the open crack at my parents.
"What friend?! You don't have any friends!" he commented harshly.
"Yes I do, Jack. I do have friends!" my mom stated in a whiny voice.
"You get off at eleven, Claudia! It's two in the fucking morning!" he said, getting off the subject of friends.
"Keep it down! You'll wake Charisma!"
"I don't give a flyin fuck if I wake her or not! I don't care!"
"You should! She's got school in the morning!"
"It is morning!"
"Whatever, Jack!" she said, starting to sound sleepy. "I'm going to bed."
I pulled away from the door a little.
"Who's the friend you drove home?" he asked, forcing her to stop and trun around.
"I'm going to bed, Jack. Good night." She sounded very testy at that point.
"I said who's the friend you drove home, Claudia?" He's angry now.
"Mel, Jack. I drove Mel home! Happy now?!"
"That stupid whore you work with at K-Mart? She's lives half an hour away. You should've been home at midnight!"
I started to cry a little. Is he going to hit her?
"Her car broke down somewhere and I had to go find her and pick her up and take her home. Then, I stayed for a couple minutes to talk to her about something. That's it! I drove home after that! Now," she said, sighing. "I'm goimg to bed."
"Oh, so now her car broke down and you couldn't find her," my dad sassed. "You're a fuckin liar. I was there when the store closed and you weren't there, Claudia." he emphisized the 'you' and 'Claudia.'
"Fine, you caught me. I left an hour early to drive her."
I zoned out for a moment, drowning myself in my own thoughts. Teras started to swell up in my eyes. What was going on? Was my mom cheating on him?
I snapped out of my trance and tuned in once again.
"I have work in a couple hours. I have to sleep." my mom yawned.
Oh God, I thought to myself, why won't they just stop.
"Oh, no, sweetie. I can keep this going all fuckin morning Claudia."
All of a sudden, their voices became a distant blur inside my mind. Why do I always react this way?
I curled up into a ball, crying, trying to calm myself down. I started to sing.
"We hold in our hearts, the sword and the faith," I hummed. "Swelled up from the rain, clouds move like a wraith..."
I cried, singing myslef to sleep on that cold, wooden floor.

I've been feeling lonely lately...I feel like everyone forgot about me and i feel like i'm just there

My mom is always with her boyfriend

And my sister is preoccupied with herself

And my friends have their own problems

I've been getting really sick and I keep to myself

My sister basically took therapy away from me since my mom keeps telling my therapist about my sisters problems and i cant tell her about me...that i'm screaming inside

I feel rejected...by my own family and friends...i'm making myself suffer like i always used too

sometimes i think that if i jump right out in front of a car or truck in front of me...maybe it'll look like an accident or something...or maybe if i just had taken a few more tylenol....it would all be over...

The only thing that is keeping me goin is My Chemical Romance...and my writing...

I think my grades are probably horrible...I'm basically starving myself....I can't sleep or i over sleep...

I just want somebody to listen to me...somebody to wake up in the middle of the night when i'm crying because i feel guilty about everything...

I just want to be set free from all this pain thats trapped inside of me...

I know that my dad is gone...but it feels like he's still here and i can't get rid of him...he's never gonna leave my memories or my life....

I'm always waiting for something bad to happen to me...

I'm screaming for help and nobody hears me....

I'm sorry if this is sad or depressing to you...but i need to get it out somehow...

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey

"You know what Frank did to me this morning?" Piper asked Darla.

"No," Darla replied. "What? Did he accidently run into a wall for you again?"

"No, he hid inside my locker, waited for me to open it, and he jumped out scaring the hell outa me." Piper explained as Darla Cracked up. "That's not funny, I almost pissed myself."

"How did he get your combination?" Darla asked, calming down a bit.

"I don't know...I didn't give it to him...I....hey...YOU! You gave him my locker combination didn't you?!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha! He wanted to surprise you! And he did didn't he?"

"Yes! It was fuckin scary!"

"Well, it's Frank...you'll have to get used to it."

"I know. So, how are things with you and Gerard?" Piper asked, nudging her shoulder.

"They're fine, everything is fine with me and him." Darla replied calmly.

"Did he ask you out yet?"

"Yes."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him n....yes...I would love to go out with him." Darla said scrunching her nose.

"I got to ask you a question lady. This has been eating me ever since we left the hospital." Piper said.

"What?"

"How di dyou get him to let you go?"

"I just..."she paused and sighed. "I..."

"Hey ladies!" Frank said barging into the room, interupting Darla.

"Frankie!" Piper said kissing him.

"Oh god, get a room would ya?" Darla giggled.

"Well, Gerards on his way. He just went to get some coffee for us." Frank smiled.

"Like you need it." Piper cracked. "Oh, Darla, I forgot to ask. How's your back doing? YOu know, the stitches and all."

"It's fine, hurts a lot but that's what pain medicine is for right?"

"Hugs are deadly. I don't want anymore hugs, especially if they're painful. But I would like a cookie."Frank stated.

"Frank, you always want a cookie. And plus, I thin Piper is gonna be givin you bunches of hugs now that you said that." Darla smiled.

"Oh man, pain hurts. No hugs please." Frank said wide eyed.

"To bad! You're gonna get hugs whether you like it or not!" Piper said hug tackling him to the ground.

"Noooo!!!! No! Ah! Get off! Ah!" Frank skreaked.

"That's what you get for scaring the shit outta me this morning." Piper said in a huffy breath.

"Hey, Gerards here! Coffee!"

to be continued....

My Violetta,

She lies so frail,

In that black, metal case,

Containing her porcelain body.

Curls surrounding her

White, thin face.

She looked so beautiful,

So peaceful, so dead.

White silence,

So numb.

What had been done?

Why is she lying there?

Closed eyes,

Blank face,

Still lips,

No soul,

No mind,

Dead body.

Damaged heart,

Mindless brain,

Breathless lungs.

My Violetta,

What has been done to you?

What has caused the pain

You’ve been through?

Why was your dead eyes crying?

Why was your dry blood bleeding?

Oh, how I wish to be with you again.

How I wish to stare into your grey eyes.

And listen to your beautiful voice

And laugh with you again.

My Violetta,

How I wish you were here with me,

Staring down at your frail body,

Telling me everything will be okay.

My Violetta,

Goodbye my love, my friend,

I’ll be seeing you again.

Look at those eyes,

Beyond the pools of green and blue.

The pain,

It’s so great.

It makes you want to  

gouge her eyes out.

And take the pain away.

And, yet, you don’t.

You want to stare

Into those eyes.

Past the fences of masked happiness,

Beyond the walls of hatred.

Breaking down the towers of nothingness.

And enter the fortress

Of pain.

You stare, wondering

“What can cause such a great suffering

In such a small child?”

Darla sucked up her tears and cleared her voice. She wiped the remaining tears off her face. Darla looked at her loved ones and felt like crying again. She knew what she had to do. So she fought back her tears.

"Aaron," she choked realizing she didn't clear her voice that well. "It's between you and me. Not them. Let them go, and we can talk."

Aaron thought for a moment, and looked at her. Darla was serious about this. He let them down from the wall but in a violent way.

"Darla," Mrs.Markett cried. "No, please! This is all my fault."

"No mom, it's not. Now please, go. Just go." Darla teared up again.

Aaron, with a wave of his hand, sent them flying through the hospital and out the enterance, landing on the cold hard earth. The doors slammed once again.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Aaron asked.

"I want to make deal with you." She answered.

"What kind of deal?"

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"God! What's taking them so long?" Gerard yelled.

"I think she's dead." Piper said, choking on her words.

"No! Don't say that! She's alive! She's got to be..."

"Maybe she's making cookies." Frank said.

"Frank, why would she make cookies?" Gerard asked.

"Because she knows I want some and maybe she's making ghost cookies for that Aaron guy."

"Frank, don't be stupid."

"Sorry," he said. "I forgot to take my medicine."

They sat outside for hours, waiting for some sort of sign to let them know that she's alive, or that she's going to be okay.

"Gerard," Mrs. Markett whispered. "I think we should go. This hurts me to say this but, I think my baby is dead."

She started to sry and Piper helped to calm her down.

"I'm not leaving without her." Gerard said.

"So you guys really got to like each other?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, we don't even know why started to hate each other."

The doors to the hospital started to open, Darla came walking out, smiling to her loved ones. She ran straight into Gerards arms and kissed him.

"Wow," he said when their lips parted. "You're alive. How did you talk him into letting you go?"

"Thats a stroy for another time, let's go home." Darla sighed.

"Wait, you're not even going to tell us how you did it?" Piper asked.

"You'll find out," she gasped. "Eventually."

Darla looked up at the hospital and saw Aaron staring back at her. She looked ashamed.

"I'm tired," Frank said. "Where's my cookies?"

"Why would I make you cookies?" Darla laughed.

"Cuz you love me and I'm hungry."

"Oh great."

to be continued...

...This was like last year during me and my friend Judith art class (of course Nikki and Emily were there too)

We started up a sexi conversation about her then boyfriend and metal rockets...

Me: "Hmmm...do you ever wonder how emo boys get erections in those tight pants?"

Juju: "I know...wait...I made Pat have one the other day...it was like a metal rocket..."

Me: "I always thought that those pants squished it..."

Juju: "No...it doesn't...it makes it sexier.."

Me: "Metal rocket...like a pencil?"

Juju: "Yeah" *picks up pibk eraser and puts pencil onit...pencil is upwards... "Like this."

Me: "oh okay..." *amazed*

Emily: "Ewwww..."

Nikki: "You guys need to spend your time doin something else.."

i miss those days...

Her mind was racing. Her head hurt so badly now. What was she to do? Should she stay? She should stay her forever in this hell for eternity? Or should she leave, or at least try too? Why does this have to be so hard?

Darla started to cry a little. She wants to live. She wants to get married, have children, and die old. But she doesn't want to be selffish and let her friends and loved ones die either.

"You need to make up your mind, Darla," Aaron said. "Or you all die."

With a simple wave of his ghostly hand, Aaron expelled Piper, Frank, Gerard, and Mrs. Markett out of the adjacent room and threw them up against the wall. It was like something was pinning them there, leaving them hanging. With another wave of his other hand, he brought glass shards up against their necks, showing Darla that he wasn't kidding.

"No!" Darla yelled in a panicky voice. "Don't hurt them! They didn't do anything!"

"Then make up your mind Darla! Or they'll get hurt!" Aaron yelled at her.

"Darla," Gerard gasped. "Don't do it...please."

"I-I don't want you all to get hurt," she sobbed. "I'm sorry..."

to be continued...

"Hi Darla, I see you're still alive." Aaron commented followed by an evil chuckle.

"Aaron, I see you're still dead." Darla said back to him.

The others hid in an adjascent room. They were listening in on their conversation, to see if she can talk him into letting them go.

"You're a little bruised, are you in pain?" he asked.

"Yes, but I can deal with it." she replied.

He reached for her face but she backed away, crasking in to a wall and moving to her right.

"You can't run from me forever you know," he said calmly. "You'll die eventually."

"I know," she replied. "But what if I don't die? What if I escape this horrid place?"

"Well, first of all, if you don't bleed to death, I'm gonna have to kill you myself. Second, that would be impossible for you to escape. I control this hospital, I know everything that goes on inside here. "

"Really?" she asked with a little huff in her breath.

"Yeah, I do. i know your little buddies are hiding in that room over there, listening to us talk. Trying to see if you persuaded me to let you all go."

He smiled once he saw Darla's face go blank and her jaw drop a bit.

"I bet you weren't expecting that now were you? Well, I do like your idea but I have a few modifications to make to it." He said.

"Like what?" she said with a cracking voice.

"Like, I will let your loved ones go, if you stay with me." He suggested.

She was thinking. Should she stay with him? Should she save her loved ones life? Is it worth all od this? This is such a critical decision. She could end her life, or end all of their lives.

to be continued...

Darla was still bleeding tremendously. It's amazing that she's still alive. Why didn't she bleed to death? Is something keeping her alive? Maybe her father is....or her love for life. Or her love for someone else.

Gerard bandaged up Darla's wounds, trying to stop them from bleeding like they were. His hands were stained with her blood like her dress was. Her hands, mouth, back arms, and legs were all cut up and bruised from her fight with Aaron.

Something keeps eating at Darla. Why didn't she die when Aaron shot her?  How did she re-enter her body and how did she escape it in the first place? Why is she goin through all of this? Is it her destiny?

Hopefully not. She doesn't want to spend her afterlife with that murderous, psycho ghost. She would rather spend it with her friends and loved ones.

"Darla," Gerard whispered. "Your mouth is bleeding again."

"Oh, crap. Stupid ass ghost had to fuckin kiss me. It fuckin hurt." Darla said taking a napkin and dabbing her mouth with it to clean up the blood.

"What your lanuage young lady." Mrs. Markett said to her daughter.

"Mom, I think this is a time for cursing don't you think?"

"Hmmm, yeah I guess you're right. That ghost needs to be given a fuckin mouthful."

"A mouthful of Darla's tongue." Frank cracked up.

"Frank!" Piper said.

"It's okay. It's Frank. He's not that bright." Darla smiled at Frank.

"Oh, shut up bloody mouth." Frank frowned.

They all stopped in a hallway that the nursery was located in. Gerard and Darla recognized the shattered glass from before.

"What if he's here again?" Darla asked nervously.

"Then you know what to do." Gerard tried to ease her.

"And you guys know what to do right?"

"Yes." The all said in a quite unison.

Darla nodded for them to move aside as she approached the broken nursery window. She looked in and saw nothing.

"Oh thank goodness," she sighed with relief. "He's not here."

"Who's not here?" She heard a familiar voice say.

"Oh God."

to be continued...

"Do you think it'll work?" Frank asked.

"No, but it doesn't hurt to try." Darla answered.

"It can hurt us a lot. Actually it seems quite painful. No, it could kill us or.."

"Would you make up your mind already? We don't have time for this." Darla interupted Frank.

"Okay, it could kill us." Frank said.

"Good, now I need ideas on exactly how we're going to do this without killing us."  she said.

"Do you know how you became a ghost before you re-entered your body?" Piper asked.

"No, not really. All I remember is passing out and everything after that."

"Maybe she's a witch." Gerard said.

"Or bitch." Frank uttered under his breath.

"What?!" Darla said. "And I heard that Frank! You're lucky I don't slap you!!"

"Well maybe you can astro project like Prue on Charmed. I mean, I used to think that ghosts weren't real but now...now I can believe in anything. Ghosts, witches, demons, you know. All I'm saying is that, that would be cool." Gerard babbled.

"She's not a witch," Mrs. Markett assured them all. "If she was, I would be one too."

"Okay, let's get back on topic. Gimme some ideas so I..."

"How about you seduce him into letting us go." Piper suggested.

"Yeah, have really painful sex with the evil ghost guy." Frank smiled.

"Frank, would you please just be quite for a bit and let me talk, okay?" Piper said. "I'm just saying, use your sexiness to lure him into letting us go."

"Or I could just sacrifice myself to save all of you."

to be continued...

Acting on instinct, Darla punched him in the face, knocked the gun out of his hands again and ran out the door, entering that panicky hallway. She ran, hallway to hallway, trying to escape him. She only figured that if she couldn't escape in her time, that she couldn't escape now.

Darla ran into the ICU, the hallways were crowded with fleeing patients and doctors and nurses. She saw a small girl staring at her, with panicky people running past them. Darla slithered her way over to the little girl.

"Mommy?" the little girl sobbed. "What's going on?"

"Judith, what are you doin here?" she asked.

How do I know her name? she asked herself.

"Auntie Kayla dropped me off to see you but there's people running and screaming. Mommy I'm scared." Judith said.

"Okay baby, come on." Darla said picking her up into her arms. She turned around and noticed Aaron standing at the other end of the hallway, shooting people who cross his path.

Darla darts down the other hallway with the little child in her arms. She runs to the enterance and puts the girl down.

"Judith," Darla whispers in sobs. "You run for your little life okay? Go to the police, they'll know what to do."

"But what about you mommy?" the girl asked.

"Mommy will be fine, sweetie."

"Why can't you come with me?"

"I can't leave," she says noticing an invisible force field around the eneterance. "But I'll meet up with you later." She kissed the child on the head, and watched the girl run.

Darla turned around and shakingly walked back to the hallway where he was.

Darla approached him, confidently, staring into his wild eyes.

"Do your worst." She sternly whispers.

"Gladly." he said.

Aaron pointed the gun to her heart.

"I'll be seeing you again my love." he shoots her, splattering blood everywhere.

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Gerard (with Darla in his arms), Piper, Frank, and Mrs. Markett were pacing around every hallway, searching for her missing ghost. They stopped to rest inthe hallway that she was shot.

"I don't think she's here anymore." Piper panted.

"She's right there, Piper!" Frank pointed out.

"No! Not like that!" she said. "Didn't Gerard say that she was hearing things before she disappeared?"

"Yeah, but don't we all hear things?" Frank asked, unfortunately with a serious face.

"I'm dating an idiot," she said. "I think she might of moved on."

"No!" Gerard yelled. "She's still alive! She's still....Darla?"

He looked down at her as her eyes opened. Gerard dropped her hard on the ground.

"He shot me," she said. "He shot me. And my daughter escaped."

"Daughter?" Gerard said, taking her into his arms again.

"Yeah, I had a daughter and she escaped." she explained. "And he knew my name back then."

"What?" Piper asked.

"He said that he didn't forget my mothers promise. Mom, what is he talking about." she asked, noticing her mother in the background.

"He must of meant your great grandmothers promise." Gerard chimed in.

"No, didn't he say that her mother.."Frank started.

"Frank! Shut up!" Piper snapped.

"Sorry..." he whispered.

"Whatever, I don't care about that right now, but I think I know a way we can escape." Darla said.

"And what's that?" Mrs. Markett asked.

"I think..."

to be continued.....