Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Nobody's Home ❯ Fire and Ice ( Chapter 8 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Angels Pain 
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.25.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 754 | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.25.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 754 | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
To Izumi: Hehehehe Thanks for the review! ^_^; heres a soda.
I do own Beyblade. *sees lawyers* EEP! I dont I dont! *starts crying*
Warnings: Swearing. Religious content (mention of God ect.)
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"Ozuma!" Joseph called running around the building looking for his team leader. "Yeah?" Ozuma asked from behind him.
"Its about Taylor!!"
"What about Taylor?"
"She..cuts herself!"
"WHAT!?!"
"O-Ozuma..please dont yell.." Joseph said wincing.
"Sorry, its just..Taylor..why is she cut herself?"
"she mentioned soemthing about child neglect..." Joseph said looking down.
"Child..neglect..?" Ozuma asked, blinking. 'If she us always hyper and sweet, why is hiding her pain?'
"DUH! I dont know what else, but, I swear! She cut herself! I'm sure of it!!"
"Calm down! Okay, let me get this strieght, Taylor cuts herself. And she hid this becuse she dosent want anyone to know. Right?"
"EXACTLY!" Joseph looking at his team leader.
Ozuma sihged. It was kinda obvious that Joseph liked Taylor. "How'd you find out?" he asked.
"Her journal. Here." Joseph handed the older boy the black journal.
"She could just be writing out her depression, Joseph." Ozuma said, flipping through the notebook reading entries and poems.
Joseph sighed. "But still..what if she is hurting herself?" he asked. Ozuma just shook his head. "I dont know, kid. I just dont know.."
*******At the hospital******
'I SO cannot believe I was brought here!! I just fainted. No harm in that..' Taylor thought in dismay glaring at the wall, hoping it'll start on fire. Which it didnt, so the spoiled the girls mood even more. The door opened. 'Hopefully its not the nurse or docter..' she thought still glaring at the wall.
"TAYLOR!!" Nope not the docter but Joseph. "Hey." she said jumping out of her trance, still in a VERY bad mood.
"Okay, glad your fine!" Joseph said. She looked at him. "I hate hospitals.." she said coldly.
"Who wouldn't? I mean, c'mon! They could paint it or something! Not have it all white!!" he agreed.
"No, not that, its becuse.." she stopped herself. No. She wasnt going to tell him anymore of her secrets! "Becuse of what?" piped up a voice. "Its too depressing.." she replied growling. Ozuma was leaning agenst the door frame.
"Nice to see you too." Ozuma said sarcasticly.
"Wheres my journal...?" she asked suddenly, ignoring the sarcasm. "Right here." he said tossing her the journal. "Thanks." she said. Silence. Damn, she hated silence. She hated the bright colors. Darkness. She had a dark soul. She sinned too much. Christ must hate her.
Eh, why should she care? I mean, c'mon! She was going to hell either way. Its not like she was going to live much longer. Feh, God might not even forgive her! She hates life. "When do you think I can leave this hell hole?" she muttered under her breath. "In a week or two. Why?"
"Kinda obvious that I hate hospitals. A death house.." she replied glaring at the teen. Her dark eyes flashed with darkness well with no innocence in them.
"It sometimes isnt a death home..." Joseph said but was cut off by Taylor. "Yeah, it is! My brother died here! Teh docters or whatever their called didnt care!" she snapped tears streaming down her face. Jospeh jumped at her outburst. "Oh..." he said quietly.
"Sorry, Joseph, its just I am not in a good mood." she said softly starring at the wall wishing that it'd just burn. Burn. Fire. Never ending. Wild. Distroys everything in its past. Hot. Deadly. Burning.
She wished that the night she met Joseph, she wished that she shot herself. Or maybe stabbed herself. The fire is almost out. The fire of innocence. The fire is becoming ice. Ice. So cold. So..deadly. Frozen in the brinks of coldness and self hate. Abuse. Neglect. Wars. Her wars with self confidence. The ice is completely freezing over the fire that burned with her innocence.
"Have you been cutting yourself?" Ozuma asked suddenly. She gasped and looked up.
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Okay, I'll end here. R&R but dont flame!!
I do own Beyblade. *sees lawyers* EEP! I dont I dont! *starts crying*
Warnings: Swearing. Religious content (mention of God ect.)
************************************************************ ******************************************************
"Ozuma!" Joseph called running around the building looking for his team leader. "Yeah?" Ozuma asked from behind him.
"Its about Taylor!!"
"What about Taylor?"
"She..cuts herself!"
"WHAT!?!"
"O-Ozuma..please dont yell.." Joseph said wincing.
"Sorry, its just..Taylor..why is she cut herself?"
"she mentioned soemthing about child neglect..." Joseph said looking down.
"Child..neglect..?" Ozuma asked, blinking. 'If she us always hyper and sweet, why is hiding her pain?'
"DUH! I dont know what else, but, I swear! She cut herself! I'm sure of it!!"
"Calm down! Okay, let me get this strieght, Taylor cuts herself. And she hid this becuse she dosent want anyone to know. Right?"
"EXACTLY!" Joseph looking at his team leader.
Ozuma sihged. It was kinda obvious that Joseph liked Taylor. "How'd you find out?" he asked.
"Her journal. Here." Joseph handed the older boy the black journal.
"She could just be writing out her depression, Joseph." Ozuma said, flipping through the notebook reading entries and poems.
Joseph sighed. "But still..what if she is hurting herself?" he asked. Ozuma just shook his head. "I dont know, kid. I just dont know.."
*******At the hospital******
'I SO cannot believe I was brought here!! I just fainted. No harm in that..' Taylor thought in dismay glaring at the wall, hoping it'll start on fire. Which it didnt, so the spoiled the girls mood even more. The door opened. 'Hopefully its not the nurse or docter..' she thought still glaring at the wall.
"TAYLOR!!" Nope not the docter but Joseph. "Hey." she said jumping out of her trance, still in a VERY bad mood.
"Okay, glad your fine!" Joseph said. She looked at him. "I hate hospitals.." she said coldly.
"Who wouldn't? I mean, c'mon! They could paint it or something! Not have it all white!!" he agreed.
"No, not that, its becuse.." she stopped herself. No. She wasnt going to tell him anymore of her secrets! "Becuse of what?" piped up a voice. "Its too depressing.." she replied growling. Ozuma was leaning agenst the door frame.
"Nice to see you too." Ozuma said sarcasticly.
"Wheres my journal...?" she asked suddenly, ignoring the sarcasm. "Right here." he said tossing her the journal. "Thanks." she said. Silence. Damn, she hated silence. She hated the bright colors. Darkness. She had a dark soul. She sinned too much. Christ must hate her.
Eh, why should she care? I mean, c'mon! She was going to hell either way. Its not like she was going to live much longer. Feh, God might not even forgive her! She hates life. "When do you think I can leave this hell hole?" she muttered under her breath. "In a week or two. Why?"
"Kinda obvious that I hate hospitals. A death house.." she replied glaring at the teen. Her dark eyes flashed with darkness well with no innocence in them.
"It sometimes isnt a death home..." Joseph said but was cut off by Taylor. "Yeah, it is! My brother died here! Teh docters or whatever their called didnt care!" she snapped tears streaming down her face. Jospeh jumped at her outburst. "Oh..." he said quietly.
"Sorry, Joseph, its just I am not in a good mood." she said softly starring at the wall wishing that it'd just burn. Burn. Fire. Never ending. Wild. Distroys everything in its past. Hot. Deadly. Burning.
She wished that the night she met Joseph, she wished that she shot herself. Or maybe stabbed herself. The fire is almost out. The fire of innocence. The fire is becoming ice. Ice. So cold. So..deadly. Frozen in the brinks of coldness and self hate. Abuse. Neglect. Wars. Her wars with self confidence. The ice is completely freezing over the fire that burned with her innocence.
"Have you been cutting yourself?" Ozuma asked suddenly. She gasped and looked up.
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Okay, I'll end here. R&R but dont flame!!