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This is my story within a story thing! ^_^
each line is what was hidden in white in my past posts. I shall add new lines as I go... and eventually I hope to open a thread. REMEMBER! THIS IS COPYRIGHTED AYANAH-CHAN!
The clues lay in my recent posts
It was my uncle
No, it was my great uncle...
v.v [/depression] <--- the clues will be hidden in white with that text...
One I did not know too well...
Whenever I can... the story will continue... the story within a story...
And so it begins...
The story based on a real life experience... with a girl... just like you and me...
Sobbing, her hand shook as the knife drew closer to her heart
Suicidal thoughts races to her mind. No. she thought. No.
There was nothing left for her, but she couldn’t go just now... she had to wait. Wait for the time it hurt most
She had to wait. Her mother-in law was in the hospital. She would wait for the death, then die. So as to hurt him even more.
The one who hurt her most would have to suffer, she thought as the knife zoomed towards the ground.
Shaking, she got up and hid the knife. Her husband wasn’t to know.
Okies. Let me start from the beginning.
LeLana was born normal and grew up normal. Except for one thing. She had a mental condition.
It wasn't a common condition. It was serious. Although, the doctors and psychiatrists could never seem to find a cure.
The condition enclosed five things, three visible, and two secret.
Visible: her left eye turned blood red after the incident, she developed several symptoms of autism, and she feared...
Blenders. She feared blenders. No one knew quite why, but there was a connection deeper than any shrink could ever understand.
The invisible reactions were her heart, that would never be healed; and the gained ability of sixth sense, knowing when something was going to happen.
It was this sixth sense that led her to almost commit suicide.
LeLana had everything you can assume, right?
Well... I wouldn’t say that. This isn’t a fairy tale. She doesn’t have everything, but she is ---also not Cinderella.
Like I said so many times before, LeLana was a normal girl. Normal. And that’s it.
She grew up in a nice neighborhood with white picket fences and tree lined streets.
The lovely suburbia with a four bedroom house and two full bathrooms.
The dream house, the one she has always wanted. And now it’s finally hers.
But of course there are some imperfections.
She couldn't afford the house, so she had to rent the basement out.
His name was Nicacholous, Nick for short.
Every morning at the exact same time, he would perform his yogi routine.
And every day she would watch him, secretly through the pickets on the stairs.
Her senses told her there was something abnormal about him, but who listened to their senses these days?
So she began to get to know him.
She found out all kinds of things about him.
Like the fact that he was from Guatemala and he had a cousin that was also his aunt.
And little by little, they fell in love... {Authors note: er... >> this is for the good of the story with the boring little love story!}
As you all know, LeLana had a knowing of what was to happen. And guess what she predicted?
She predicted love, marriage, and a happy ending.
Until... that is... that one day...
When the dream came true.
and the uncle who she did not know
became the husband she could never love
her guatamalian love was ruined
to speak to her never again
a rape was involved
along with a narrow escape.
her husband hated her for loving one who was not himself
and shook as the gun backfired and struck him between the eyes.
a stoke of horror and an accusition occured.
a new name a new life we required.
 Ayanah-Chan · Sun Nov 19, 2006 @ 08:48pm · 2 Comments |
