Please, don't leave me. [N I C O]

Guest

Achelle strays to her hideout beneath the rocks and breathes in, panicking. I'm not perfect. Don't leave me. She hiccups, attempting to stop the pain of losing one more person from her life. She never had a mother--not even biologically (unless you count Aphrodite, but who gives a da*n?). She never had a real family--two homosexual fathers--how dysfunctional is that? She fought all the time with them for freedom since they continued to fight over boys, grades, feminine problems (don't ask), but never seemed to truly understand her--then they divorced.

She became more crushed than ever, and had threatened suicide twice because of it, unwilling to let her only family separate.

She tilts her head forward, looking at the rocky fall beneath her; her foot one step closer to the edge. "This is your--my fault. Just like everything else. Everything in this messed-up fantasy."

Subject: Re: Please, don't leave me. [N I C O] Sat Feb 26, 2011 6:29 pm

Happily jogging down the beach, not used to the site I was about to see, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was my sister, the one I despised, about to jump.

Well, as I learned from the battle, that wasn't the option. "Achelle!" I shout, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "Don't even think about it." Sure, I hated the girl, but she was my sister. Weren't brothers and sisters supposed to fight? I would never want my beautiful twin sister to die.

Never.

Guest

"Aren't you used to this sight? Suicide, blah, blah, blah, cutting, ooh, I just love blood." she spits out, snickering in anger, trying to keep the hate between them, "You know what? Just forget it. You hate me, just like everybody else in this dump. I have two gay divorced fathers. I'm a freak of nature. Why don't you frolic off with your girlfriend and completely forget about your only "real" sibling?"

Her eyes fill with hot, stinging tears and burn as she looks at his spitting image of so-called beauty. She hasn't showered in days, leaving her hair a greasy mess, slicked back curls, frizzed to extremes. Her shirt is dampened from the ocean mist and sweat. Frankly, she looks like a demon-- a beautiful demon.

"Please call me a fat, no-good, dirty, ugly piece of crap who has no direction in life. I don't want to be pretty to everyone. I'm an ugly person. I'm the ugly twin--the one with no boyfriend, who's never been kissed, loved--nothing!" her voice croaks, her hands clench, clammy, everything's a mess.

"I'm the screwed-up one." she breaks apart from his grasp and silences herself. The worst self-punishment yet. You're all I have. You're all I have. You can't leave me.

Subject: Re: Please, don't leave me. [N I C O] Sat Feb 26, 2011 8:14 pm

I close my eyes for a second, using what control I have, and placing my hand on Achelle's shoulder. "I'm sorry Achelle. I really am. Don't think that way. Don't say you're not beautiful, or I might just have to sing."

I know that will get her. No one in their right mind should want to hear me sing. It was such a funny thought that I don't think about her practically calling me emo.

"And your dads' divorce had nothing to do with you. You weren't to blame, so don't you dare think you are. I'm serious, I'll sing." Staring into Achelle's eyes, my sister's eyes, was like staring into her heart. I could see how vulnerable she was at the moment, how much she wanted to end her life, and how she'd already tried to end her life.

I wasn't sure if any normal person would be able to see what I saw in Achelle, the great promise she showed, but I sure did. If I didn't see how distraught she was, I might be a jerk to her, but she needed me. I had to get her away from the edge, because if she went down, I would be going down after her, wishing I had a jetpack or something. "You aren't the screwed up one. Do you know how many times I've thought I was full god? Both Aphrodite and Hermes in my blood? Well guess what I found out? Dad was a demigod. Achelle, you're 2/3 god, and you think you are nothing?"

Guest

"Oh, please, you don't faze me. Snap out of it." she glares up at him, rolling her eyes, "Don't even try to sing; we both know you're horrid." Achelle isn't in the mood. She sliences herself and scratches something in a tree's bark with her longs uncut fingernails, I HATE EVERYONE. GET THE H*LL AWAY FROM ME.

Girls and women. Do they really mean what they display themselves to be?

I'm not talking about being a demigod. That's a curse, kid. The worst of all. I hate these people and everyone around me. She sticks her finger in her mouth before pulling it out in a sly way, flipping her twin off.