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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:23:26 GMT
Chapter 16
I woke up with a jolt. I looked around at the unfamiliar white walls and blue plastic curtains that surrounded me. Where am I? I wondered. I was lying in a hard, lumpy bed. It took me a few moment to realise that I was in a hospital. I tried to sit up, but my whole body ached with pain.
"She's awake!" I heard Josh say. I looked over to him and gave him a weak smile. "Hey," he said softly.
"Hey," I replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been better," I meant it as a joke, but when I spoke the words my voice sounded so mournful that I even surprised myself. I closed my eyes as I remembered what had happened. "Josh," I whispered. "Josh, where's Benji?"
Josh looked at the ground. "He's… he's… uh… around," he said at last. I knew he was lying, but before I had a chance to ask anymore questions, Josh had carried on. "Sarah, the nurse wants to speak to you," he said.
I felt a distinct sense of dread. "What about?" I asked.
Josh looked at the floor again. "I dunno… she'll be along in a second." Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed my on the forhead. I was shocked. Josh never shows affection. Ever. He never hugs or kisses anyone. I know his kiss was meant to reassure me, but it made me feel worse. If Josh was kissing me then something must be up. A million worries went through my mind all at once. What if I had internal injuries and they couldn't stop the bleeding and I bled to death? What if my back was damaged and I'd never walk again? What if…<br> My thoughts were interrupted as a nurse walked over to my bed. "Hi, Sarah," she said, giving me a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"
It was probably just all the worry making me angry, but I found that question so patronising. I wanted to shout, I'm in hospital after I was beaten up by ten guys with baseball bats, how do you THINK I'm feeling!? But of course I just smiled politely and told her I was fine.
She smiled again. She was really pretty, I noticed. She had bright green eyes, and short blond hair, pulled back off her face in a ponytail. Josh must've noticed she was pretty, too, cos he was staring at her. Jesus, Josh, I thought, bitterly. I could by dying here and you're checking out the nurse!
She took a deep breath. "Sarah, I'm afraid I have some sad news," she went on, her smile fading. "You were kicked repeatedly in your stomach and you were subjected to a lot of internal damage which means… which means… I'm afraid it means you've lost your baby."
I felt like someone had slapped me across the face. "Lost my baby?" I repeated, the reality not quite hitting me yet."
"I'm so sorry, Sarah."
Lost my baby? You can't LOSE a baby. A baby isn't something that you can just "lose" down the back of the sofa. It can't just be "lost", as though it's a set of keys that you've misplaced or something. It's a life. A human life.
I wanted to shout all this. I wanted to stand up and scream it and cry. But I couldn't. I just felt numb. Dead inside. Because I WAS dead inside. I didn'teven cry a single tear. I don't think I had any tears left.
"Will… will I have to give birth to it?" I asked, blankly.
The nurse shook her head. "No Sarah, you were very early on in your pregnancy, so the baby wasn't fully developed. You miscarried in the ambulance. You're not carrying the baby any more."
So it was gone. Just… gone. Just like that. All I had was the memories of a baby I never got to see. Never got to hold for the first time. Never got to love. I wonder what it would've looked like? I wonder if it would've been a boy or a girl? I wonder what it would have been like? Now I'll never know.
A single silent tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away. It was gone. Just like my baby.
"Where's Benji?" I asked. "Is he OK?" Please, God couldn't be cruel enough to take my brother away from me as well, could he?
The nurse took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Sarah…"
Oh God. Don't be sorry. Please don't be sorry. Just let him be OK. Please, God, let him be OK.
The nurse looked at me with sorrow. "Your brother's in instensive care," she said. "He's in a coma."
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:25:00 GMT
Chapter 17
They kept me in the hospital overnight for observation, but I was allowed to go home in the morning. I was glad; the hospital was driving me crazy. Just lying there with nothing to do meant that I had to think about Benji… and my dead baby… and the trauma of my life in general…<br> The first thing I did when I was discharged was go and see Benji. He was in a private room of his own, and only one person was allowed in at a time. When I got there, Joel was sat by the bed with his head in his hands. Joel had spent nearly every waking minute at Benji's side. He'd come to see me some times, but I knew that Benji being in a coma was killing him inside. If Benji died, it would be like part of Joel had gone, too.
Joel gave me a hug when I came in, and left the room so that I could be alone with Benji.
"Hey, Benj," I said softly. "I don't know if you can hear me… but if you can… I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry about all the shit I've put you through. All of this is my fault… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" I began to cry. "I love you, Benji. You're my brother, and I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do if… if… if you weren't here any more. You have to wake up, Benji. Please wake up. Please…" I couldn't say any more. I couldn't get the words out. Shaking, I bent down and kissed his cheek, and then I left. Joel hugged me as I came out, but he didn't say a word. There were no words for what we were all feeling.
As I sat down on the hard hospital chairs, I suddenly felt so alone. It was like everything I loved was being taken away from me. First Dad left, then Mom went into the institute, then my baby, and now Benji… and I couldn't control any of it. Or could I? Suddenly, I started to miss my Dad for the first time in months. I really neededhim right now. I needed him to look after us and tell me everything would be OK… just like he always used to. Surely he'd come home if he knew his son was in a coma? Wouldn't he?
Josh came and sat down next to me. Joel had gone back to see Benji. I turned to Josh. " Do you ever wonder where Dad is?" I asked.
"No," Josh answered, shortly.
"Why not?"
"Because I know where he is," He replied.
I was stunned. "Y-You know where he is?" I repeated. "But… how?"
Josh sighed. "When he left, all I wanted was for him to come back. So I tracked him down through the company he used to work for. I found out his number and where he lives. Then I realized I didn't want the bastard to come home any more." He shrugged. "And that's it."
"Where?" I exclaimed. "Where does he live?"
"Some slum in Washington," Josh replied. "Miles away from here. Best place for him."
I took a deep breath. I had a feeling Josh wouldn't like what I was going to say next. "Josh… can you give me his number?I… I wanna talk to him…"
Josh looked at me in horror. "No!" he exclaimed. "No, Sarah, you're not contacting him."
I was shocked. How dare Josh try and stop me contacting my own father? "You have no right to stop me!" I exclaimed, outraged. "He's my Dad!"
Josh glared at me. "He's not fit to be called that," he spat. "He's not even worth the time of day. I'm doing this for your sake, Sarah. You're not contacting him and that's final." With that, he stood up and started to walk away from me.
"That's what you think," I muttered under my breath. Josh wasn't going to stop me. I was determined to contact my dad.
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:25:52 GMT
Chapter 18
I prayed every day that Benji would wake up, but three days later he was still in the coma. I didn't go to the hospital that day. I couldn't stand being there. It just reminded me of the baby I'd lost, and how serious Benji's condition was. Joel and Josh had both gone, and I had the house to myself. And I knew exactly what I was going to do.
Without hesitation, I pushed open the door to Josh's room. God, it was a state. You couldn't even see the floor for all the old clothes and CD's that were scattered around. How was I supposed to find anything in here!? I sighed, and started to wade through piles of clothes to get into the room. I decided to start with his closet. I opened it and starting rummaging around for anything that might contain details of how I could contact Dad. Half an hour of searching later, I still hadn't found it. Next I started on his drawers. I emptied them all and searched through every box that was in there. But it was hopeless. I couldn't find a single thing that was even remotely related to my Dad. I was just about to give up when I saw a blue notebook poking out from underneath a t-shirt that was strewn on the floor. I picked up the notebook and started to flick through it. It was filled with weird drawings Josh had done… weird, but good, I realised. Josh had a real talent for drawing. I looked at all the drawings, impressed. Then I came across a page that didn't contain any drawings at all. All the page contained was the word 'Dad', in Josh's scrawly handwriting, and a number underneath it. My heart started to beat faster. I took the notebook downstairs to the telephone. Shaking, I punched in the numbers and held the phone to my ear. I heard it ring twice, then I heard a click. This was it.
"Hello?" a gruff voice said. I felt my insides melt. My dad.
" Dad…?" I choked out in a squeak. I hadn't meant it to sound like that.
Silence. Maybe he hadn't heard me?
" Dad?" I said again, my voice clearer this time.
Still no answer. He's probably just in shock. I told myself. I tried again. " Dad… it's me... it's Sarah…"
But still he didn't say anything. " Dad!" I cried, again, begging him to say something… anything.
"How did you get this number?" he said at last.
"Josh had it and I found it," I explained.
"Sarah, you shouldn't have called me. I have a new life now."
He couldn't mean that. He couldn't. "Benji's in a coma!" I burst out.
"I'm sorry, Sarah," was all he could say. I'd just told him his son was in a coma and all he could say was that he was sorry.
" Dad…" I begged, hearing my voice crack with emotion.
"I hope everything works out." Dad said. "But I have a new family now. Please don't call me again."
And with that, the line went dead. I burst into tears and threw down the phone. How could anyone be so heartless? How could my own father be so heartless? Josh was right. He wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth the air he breathed.
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:26:39 GMT
Chapter 19
I didn't want to waste my tears on him, but I couldn't help it. I jumped as I heard the front door open. I leapt up and attempted to dry my eyes as Josh and Joel walked in.
Joel gave me a concerned glance. "Sarah, what's up?" he asked.
"Nothing," I replied, faking a grin. Then I saw Josh's eyes travel to his notebook which I had left lying next to the phone.
"Oh, Sarah…" Josh said softly, sighing. "You called him, didn't you?" But he didn't sound angry… just concerned.
"No," I lied. "I was going to, but I didn't get round to it."
He raised his eyebrows. It was clear he didn't believe me. I sighed. "OK, OK, I called him," I admitted miserably.
"Wait…" Joel interrupted, clearly confused. "How did you get his number?"
"Josh had it," I explained, surprised that Joel hadn't know. "I don't know, Josh, I just thought that because Benji was in a coma that he'd come home, and everything would be alright again. I guess I was wrong. I should've listened to you, Josh."
Josh shrugged. "I just didn't want you to get hurt." He paused. "I rang him myself once. When mom went into the institute. He didn't wanna know then, either." He looked away so I couldn't see the pain in his eyes.
"I can't believe you never told us you found dad!" Joel cried, angrily.
"Look, Im sorry!" Josh snapped. "You don't know how hard it is for me to have to take responsibility for this fucking family! I can't always make the right decisions!"
"Stop it," I pleaded, not wanting another argument to break out. "What are you guys doing back early anyway?"
Joel grinned suddenly. "We've got good news!" He told me. "I was talking to Benji and all of a sudden… his eyelida flickered a little and he smiled!! He smiled, Sarah!!"
I was confused. I didn't see why it was such a big deal. Sensing this, Joel tried to explain. "It's progress Sarah. It means he's responding to things around him. The nurse says there's a good chance that he's gonna wake up!"
I was so happy. For the first time in weeks. I had something to smile about.
Three days later I got to see those big brown eyes again for the first time in what seemed like years. The three of us were sat around Benji's bed, talking to him as if he could answer us. The all of a sudden Benji's eyes flickered open. He looked around at us, and smiled shakily.
"Hey man," Joel said hoarsley, and I could've sworn I saw tears in his eyes.
"Hey," Benji replied weakly. And the three of us leaned in and hugged him. I didn't need a dad, not when I had the best brothers in the world. I felt so happy and safe as the four of us hugged. If only things would've stayed that way forever…<br>
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:27:12 GMT
Chapter 20
Benji was allowed out of hospital a few days later, and the doctors at the institute even told us that mom could be out soon. She'd had a bit of a set back with the stress from Benji's coma, but she was making progress.
Benji and I decided not to press charges against Darren. For starters we couldn't afford the legal fees, and I didn't want to go dragging up the past, anyway. Besides, mom always taught us that people always get what they deserve in heaven. And I believed that one day Darren would pay for what he'd done.
For a while, things were going pretty well. (Or maybe I just wanted to believe that they were going well.) Then I started to notice a change in Benji. At first it was just small things, like I noticed that he and Joel weren't hanging around together so much. Joel would come home alone, and Benji would stagger in hours later, usually drunk. This didn't really bother me at fist. After all, he was a teenage boy, and teenage boys were always getting drunk, right? It was the change in his personality that I noticed most. He wasn’t the kind, loving, generous Benji that I knew and loved any more; he was angry and aggressive, and he seemed to shout a lot. I know Joel noticed it too, because one night I overheard them having a huge fight. Benji and Joel NEVER fight.
"What's happened to you, man?" I heard Joel say. "You've changed."
"What's happened to me?" Benji repeated, mockingly. "Maybe I grew up. You should try it, Joel."
"Oh, you're 'grown up' are you Benji?" Joel said bitterly. "That's why you do all these 'grown up' things, like get drunk every night and take drugs? Does it make you feel like a big boy?"
"Fuck you, man." Benji snapped. "This is my way of dealing, OK?"
"No Benji, Fuck YOU!" Joel retorted. I had never heard Joel talk like that. At least, not to Benji. " Don't you think this family has had enough problems as it is?" he carried on. "Things were just starting to get better and you go and fuck everything up. You have serious issues, man. Drinking's one thing… but drugs? That's seriously fucked up."
Benji? Drugs? No way…<br> Before I had time to even consider it I heard a loud smack. Then Joel came staggering out of the room, blood pouring from his nose.
Oh my God. Benji had hit Joel. He'd hit him.
"Joel, what's going on?" I cried. "Why did he hit you?"
Joel tried to stop the bloody pouring out of his nose. "He didn't mean to," Joel started.
"Yes he did! Joel, I heard everything. About the drinking and the drugs…"
Blood was soaking through his fingers now. Benji must've hit him really hard. "It's not his fault, Sarah," he insisted. "He's got a problem. He needs our help."
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:27:53 GMT
Chapter 21
"I'm gonna go talk to him," I said, and before Joel could stop me and had ran into the twins' bedroom. Benji was sat on his bed with his head resting in one of his hands. In his other hand was a bottle of whiskey. On impulse I ran over to him and tried to wrench the bottle out of his hand, but he just pushed me away roughly.
"Leave me alone, Sarah," he snapped. "You wouldn't understand."
I laughed ironically. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Benji," I said, "But we've all been through exactly the same things. But the only one fucking things up by drinking and taking drugs is YOU."
"Like I said, you wouldn't understand," Benji muttered.
"Try me."
He sighed. "Look Sarah, I know we've all had it rough, and we all have different ways of coping. This is my way, OK?"
I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say to that. Benji took the silence as a cue for him to carry on talking.
"I get it from Dad," he mumbled. "It's his fault…" he stopped himself suddenly. "But I'm not addicted or anything. Not like he was. I can stop any time I want. I just don't want to."
"Benji, you need help. You've got a problem."
"I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM!" He stood with such a force that he knocked over his bottle and its contents spilled everywhere. "Shit!" he cried and tried to salvage what was left of the whiskey. " Damn, that was my last bottle!"
I just looked at him. His words were perfect proof that he DID have a problem.
Benji couldn't meet my eyes " Drinking helps me cope. And drugs are just a bit of fun. Hell, I deserve some fun, don't I?"
I couldn't look at him either. I was disgusted with my brother. I'd always looked up to Benji, ever since I can remember. He was my hero.
Not any more.
Without giving him a second glance I turned around and walked away. But I couldn't ignore the feeling of dread I had. Drugs were really serious… what if he overdosed or something? What if he turned out like Dad?
I sighed. Why did I have to think about Dad. All this was his fault. But still I couldn't hate him. Just like I couldn't hate Benji. Going into my bedroom, I decided to use MY method of coping. I pulled out my pink and black notebook and found a blank page. The notebook was full of things I'd written; poems, stories, or even just my thoughts and feelings. Writing somehow made me feel better. I took out my pen and started to write. I had intended to write something about how I was feeling, but I found myself writing about Dad, and all the confused feelings I felt about him. It came so naturally. Once I started writing I couldn't stop.
Hey dad I'm writing to you not to tell you, that I still hate you just to ask you how you feel and how we fell apart how this fell apart
are you happy out there in this great wide world? do you think about your sons? do you miss your little girl? when you lay your head down how do you sleep at night? do you even wonder if we're all right? but we're all right…<br> it's been a long hard road without you by my side why weren't you there all the nights that we cried? you broke my mother's heart you broke your children for life it's not ok, but we're all right I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes but those were just a long lost memory of mine I spent so many years learning how to survive Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive
I sat back and read my poem, and felt tears stinging my eyes. I think it was the best thing I've ever written.
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:29:02 GMT
Chapter 22
Things looked different in the morning, though. In the morning when I read it over it seemed stupid and pathetic, so I ripped it out of my notebook and stuffed it at the back of a drawer somewhere.
I could hear Benji and Joel arguing again. I buried my face in my pillow and tried to block it out. I wanted to block everything out. I wanted to forget that Benji had a drug problem.
I couldn't block it out forever though. Benji started to drink more, and he was always coming home drunk or high or something. Sometimes I preferred it when he was drunk or high, because at least he was happy then. When he came back down it was awful. He was worse than before. He was angry and aggressive, and I couldn't stand it. This wasn't how I wanted to remember Benji. I wanted the old Benji back. I wanted him and Joel to mess around and play fight and insult each other. I didn't want them to really fight. I wanted Benji to make jokes and cheer me up when I was down. I didn't want him to be the person he'd turned into.
Once I found him crying. Benji. Crying. "Why do you do it?" I exclaimed, not knowing how to react. "Why do you do it when it just makes you worse after?"
" Do what?" Benji snapped.
" Drink. Take drugs."
"Because."
"Because what!?"
Benji sighed. "Because… because… because for those few hours when I'm high, all my worries go away. For those few hours I can be happy. I might be worse when I come back down… but it's worth it. It's worth it just to be happy for those few hours."
And somehow, that made sense to me. Somehow, I understood. And I wished that, just for a second, I could be happy too.
Maybe that's why I found myself in Benji's room a few nights later. Maybe that's why I found myself going through his drawers, looking for my little bit of happiness. Maybe that's why my heart began to race when I found the small white ecstacy tablet. Maybe that's why I put the tablet in my mouth, and swallowed it.
Maybe that's why that little bit of happiness cost me my life.
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:30:30 GMT
Chapter 23
I knew about the dangers of drugs. Of course I did. They'd taught us all about it at school, and Mom had always gone on and on about how we must never ever take them. I'd heard on the news all about people who had died from ecstacy. I'd even done my own research when I found out Benji had a problem. I knew ecstacy could kill. But it had never done anything to Benji, so I thought I'd be fine too.
For 20 minutes I was. Then I started to feel sick, dizzy, and thirsty. I went into the bathroom and drank glass of water after glass of water, trying to cure the horrible feeling of thirst that I couldn't get rid of. The more I drank, the worse I felt. I hoped it would go away.
It didn't.
10 minutes later I had collapsed on the floor.
I didn't know it at the time, but it was Benji who found me. He called an ambulance and went with me to the hospital. Joel and Josh got there as soon as they could, too. They were all crying. I didn't mean to make them cry.
At the hospital they did everything they could to save me. They gave me fluids, and pumped my stomach. The doctors and nurses fought for hours to keep me alive. But it useless. I died a few hours later of kidney failure.
Benji blames himself. He thinks it's his fault, but it isn't. I wish I could tell him that. I wish I could tell him that it's my fault for being so stupid. But my death has given Benji the wake up call he needs. Since the day I died he hasn't touched another pill. He's gotten drunk and few times, but he's trying his hardest to stop. And I know he will stop. Because my brother Benji is the bravest man who ever lived. I hope he knows how much I love him.
He made a beautiful speech at my funeral. He told everyone that I was so good, and kind, and loving, and selfless, and caring, and beautiful and brave. And from the look in his chocolate-brown eyes I knew that he really meant it. I felt the proudest I had ever felt. I had lived my life believing I was waste of space, but as Benji gave his speech, I learnt to love myself for the first time. If Benji thought those things about me then they must be true. I was so proud.
Tears were running down Benji's cheeks as his speech came to an end. He looked out to the congregation to deliver his final words. "There's one thing I know about Sarah," he said, his voice quivering as silent tears rolled down his face. "She'll make a very beautiful angel."
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Post by Kezzie on Mar 28, 2004 19:31:54 GMT
Epilogue
Benji tried his best to be strong as he placed my blue teddy bear into a box with my other posessions. He and Joel were sorting through my belongings. Joel said it was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
"But we have to do it, man," Benji said quietly.
"I know," Joel replied. He looked around. They'd filled three boxes already. "What are we going to do with it all?"
"I don't know." Benji said. "I just don't know." He opened one of my drawers and started to sort through everything in it. His hand closed over a crumpled up piece of paper. He pulled it out of the drawer, opened it up, and started to read what was written on the piece of paper. He didn't say a single word. A silent tear slid down his cheek. He passed the sheet of paper to Joel. Joel read it, and his eyes, too, welled up with tears.
I wondered was written on that piece of paper to make them both cry like that. The problem with being a ghost is that you can't ask people things. A ghost? Is that what I was? I certianly didn't look like a ghost… or at least how I'd imagined a ghost to look. I just looked like me. But I certainly was dead, and I hadn't gone to heaven. I was just… here. So I must be a ghost. I'd always thought that ghosts were people with "unfinished business" keeping them on earth. I didn't have any unfinished business... or at least, I didn't think I had.
A few days later, Benji was sat on his bed with his guitar by his side, when Joel came and sat down next to him. He cleared his throat. "Benj…" he started. "Benj… you know that poem Sarah wrote?"
That poem I wrote? That was what made them cry. Oh God. I never wanted anyone to see that.
"Yeah?"
"I… I wrote a little more to it…" Joel stammered, sounding nervous. "If you wrote some music, I thought… I thought maybe we could make it into a song." He handed Benji a piece of paper. Benji read it, looked at Joel, and smiled. Joel smiled back. Niether of them said a word. They didn't have to. I guess it's a twin thing.
A few months later, Good Charlotte played their first proper gig in a club in California called 924 Gilman Street to a sell-out crowd. Towards the end of the set, Benji and Joel walked to the front of the stage together.
"We're gonna play one more song," Joel said. "This song really means a lot to us, because some of it was written by our little sister, Sarah."
"Sarah passed away a few months back," Benji carried on, a note of sadness in his voice. "But I know that she'll be watching us somewhere, and I hope we make her proud."
"This is for you, Sarah," Joel whispered, and as Benji started to play his guitar, Joel took the microphone and held it to his lips.
"Hey dad I'm writing to you not to tell you, that I still hate you just to ask you how you feel and how we fell apart how this fell apart
are you happy out there in this great wide world? do you think about your sons? do you miss your little girl? when you lay your head down how do you sleep at night? do you even wonder if we're all right?
but we're all right we're all right
it's been a long hard road without you by my side why weren't you there all the nights that we cried you broke my mother's heart you broke your children for life it's not ok, but we're all right I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes but those were just a long lost memory of mine I spent so many years learning how to survive Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive
the days I spent so cold, so hungry were full of hate I was so angry those scars run deep inside this tattooed body there's things I'll take, to my grave but I'm okay I'm okay
it's been a long hard road without you by my side why weren't you there all the nights that we cried you broke my mother's heart you broke your children for life it's not ok, but we're all right I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes but those were just a long lost memory of mine Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive yeah, I'm still alive
sometimes I forgive and this time I'll admit that I miss you, said I miss you Hey Dad"
"We love you, Sarah," Benji said.
"I love you too," I replied.
Then something happened. Benji and Joel started to get further and further away, until I couldn't see them any more. They faded away into nothing, and the sounds of cheering from the concert faded away too. Until everything was gone. Only the memory remained. Maybe now I was finally going to heaven.. I think I must have been, because I finally found the one thing I'd been searching for my whole life.
I found happiness.
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Post by Martini Kisses on May 12, 2004 18:06:36 GMT
hehe Taurence did this so I wanna...
This fanfiction was written, devised and thought up by me, so don't steal it! If you want to post it on another site then you may if as long as you ask my permission and credit me. By the same token, do not steal my storyline and and make it into a story of your own. The story is based around an event that really did happen, but a lot of the storyline such as Sarah's rape/death etc, is purely fictional.
© Laura 2004
(haha ok so mine wasnt as professional as Taurences but I wanted to do it anyway cos it looks ghetto) ;D
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Post by XbrokenXdreamerX on Apr 26, 2005 21:28:48 GMT
*claps* bravo. that was great
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Post by Lady Vengeance on Aug 6, 2005 22:08:56 GMT
dam girl u can write
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Post by ixlovexgc4lyf on Oct 23, 2005 23:38:28 GMT
omg it was soo said but amazing the part when sarah died i was crying lol thats pretty bad i was crying over a fanfic..it was amazing your an awesome writer!
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Post by Lil' on Jan 29, 2006 22:04:45 GMT
Oh, I love this FF, is the best I read!!! Laura is the best, she is.
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