The Tragedy

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by -iEmiHaveHimTrippinForDays, Feb 2, 2013.

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    Omg!!!NOOOOO MINA!!

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  2. Lol ok fine ima put you in timeout
     
  3. I love this story! Can you critique my story 'Long Live The Queen!'? I could use your help!
     
  4. ^-^ Sure Brooke...


    -.- MARQ I DARE YOU TO PUT MY IN TIMEOUT ON MY OWN THREAD
     
  5. Bump . I hope this story is used as a model on why bullying is horrible
     
  6. Omg Poor Mina :(
    Bump!!
     
  7. Bump poor Mina
     
  8. Nah you gotta finish the story first then you get timeout i dont wanna upset the ppl because you didnt finish :p
     
  9. ,_, NUUUUUUUU! WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU?!


    By the way, great May
     
  10. UPDATE N WALL ME WHEN UPDATED
     
  11. Update bump and wall me when updated
     
  12. Bump and crying was involved
     
  13. Update...
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    5 minutes after I choked down all thise pills I still am holding on to my consciousness. Why? Why can't I just slip away and leave this cruel world? I don't want to live this life. I want to be free from the pain, from the hurt and the constant tears. Finally, the pills were kicking in. I can finally be at peace.

    "Mina? Mina?! MINA!!!!" I heard a muffled voice.

    Why can't they just let me leave? I don't want to be here anymore. I felt someone shaling my body, but my eyes wouldn't open. I felt the strong hands of a man. Who was it? Daddy? Isaac?

    "Isaac! Call 911!"

    My mouth was immobile. My limbs felt like lead. My eyes won't open no matter how much I try. So this is what the beginning stages of death feel like. The sleepiness washing over me. For the first time I felt relaxed, calm, and happy even. This is it. It's due or die.

    "MINA WAKE UP PLEASE!"

    I felt tears fall on to my rosey cheeks. They're crying. But, why? No one loved me. Nobody cared for me, for what I was going through. I felt a sudden pressure on my chest and air being blown into my mouth. CPR, someone was performing CPR on me.

    A sudden image of Isaac and I sitting together on my 12th birthday by the pool side of my aunts house. We looked so happy, the memory of my brother flowing through my mind. Isaac, I want to be with Isaac! I can't leave my brother alone!

    I struggle to fling my eyes open, but fail miserably. I feel tears slipping through my eyes . I want to scream, scream and yell for my brother. I don't want to be alone in heaven. I don't want to be alone in the graveyard. I manage a small groan.

    "She's still with us."

    "Isaac....."

    At last my eyes cooperate with me and slightly open. I'm hanging onto dear life. Isaac no, please help me. I don't want to die. Not just yet. I watch slightly as they left me onto the stretcher and wheel me away to the ambulence. I want to stay with my brother.

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  14. I cried.....

    YOU CAN STAY WITH HIM!!!! FIGHT FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!! FIGHT!!!!! FIGHT!!!!!! FIGHT!!!!!!! FIGHT!!!!!!! FIGHT!!!!!!!! FIGHT!!!!