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Deranger
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0 posted 2000-06-20 03:07 AM


In Loving Memory

We had done it for the past two years, and we’d do it for the rest of our lives, we owed her that much, at least.  The neighborhood had changed a lot since our last visit, it had worsened.  Broken bottles now lay among our shattered dreams.  This place had burnt along with our old lives.  But it still radiated memories, some of them pleasant, but some brought us to tears.  Its funny, when your young, you know everything, you never think how cruel the world can really be.  After all, that’s not how we were raised, but as we soon discovered, our comfortable lives were about to explode.  
Other people came and went, but Ken, Tiffany, Jeannie, and myself always stuck together.  A perfect balance.  We were darkness and they were light.   Though Ken and me never say it, we love each other more than brothers.  Of course, we had no trouble expressing our love for the girls.  Consequently, I went out with Jeannie and him and Tiff hit it off.  Those years, we knew heaven, all was perfect, all was complete.  We loved the girls with all of our hearts, anyone who even joked about harming them felt our merciless wrath.  We’d stop at nothing to save them, Ken and myself, in a pinch, would gladly sacrifice our lives for theirs.  We four endured many of the same stress all today’s teenagers sadly face,  abusive parents, drugs, sex.
Speaking of drugs, much to my own surprise, I have never even smoked a cigarette, but then again, I had the easiest life, with nothing really to escape from.  The others never did anything more harmful than pot, not saying that’s harmless, but at least it’s not cocaine.  Eventually, I got them all to quit.  Through incessant nagging mostly, but our love was stronger than mere chemical addiction.
It was cold today, we all shivered as we stood around our old “spot”.  In this spot, we spent countless days after school talking for the sheer pleasure of each other’s company.  And, in our latter years, it served as our make-out place, far away from nosey parents.  But it was different now, no longer attractive, it had lost it gleam.  
By now, I sure you have noticed the incongruities between our group now, and the latter one.  Well, I guess I’ll cut to the chase.  Out of all of us, Tiff had the hardest life, she had been raped several times, had a ****ty life at home and always seemed to get the short end of the stick.  We tried to shelter her as much as we could, but love has its limits.  She always joked about suicide, no one thought she’d really do it…we being the foolish people we are, just assumed she’d come to us if anything really big bothered her.  Suffices to say, we were wrong.  It was a weird experience to see some one that was so close to you paled in the embrace of death.  So many things you want to say, but you keep quiet and just revel in your exquisite misery.  She OD’d on Valium…I guess she got to dream for all eternity, like she always wanted to.          
        

Ok, I have to finish this latter, its midnight and I have school tomorrow…


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amazon_lover
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1 posted 2000-06-20 12:46 PM


A very sad one to a bunch of nice people. An adverse effect on the life of young people.

Sincerely
A_L

AngelShell
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not heaven nor hell so...
2 posted 2000-10-24 02:34 AM


oh my god...
You never finished this?  Mind you, it's a nice ending just where it is, not 100% complete, but it satisfies just nicely.

It must have hurt...I know it hurt...but everything hurts, whether it be love, loss, happiness, sadness, joy, anger...everything in this life hurts.  We just have to remember that there are some brief times where the hurt is drowned out by the illusion that everything is ok...


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3 posted 2000-10-27 05:18 PM


This was great. I loved it hehehe. Keep it up



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Deranger
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4 posted 2000-10-28 06:10 PM


Whoa, i forget i even posted this...well, anyway, thanks for the replys...ah, this was kinda grim...that's life for you, i suppose.  

Ps, hey dopey, what do you have against my socks?  You wanna fight? STEP UP! hehe :P

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