Title: Getting Over The Angel
Author: Tasha Miller
Email: tashamiller2k@angelfire.com
Summery: This spawned from my bad mood and current depression
Rating: ummm pg-13? I dunno, I guess an M by New Zealand ratings, a swear word, death. It's all kinda vague so maybe only PG.
Disclaimer: I don't own them no matter how hard I wish
Note: Um, the last line is kinda very much to do with me, but that doesn't matter, it wasn't meant to do that but I was looking for a line so I used that. this piece is basically me venting, turning it into a popular fic and sharing it with you.
She stood in the rain, feeling the water run over her body. She screamed into the sky, the sound of anguish covered by the beating of water onto the cold hard earth. Tears streamed from her eyes and mixed with raindrops on her cheeks. Her knees buckled and she fell onto her knees in the mud. Letting out another scream she buried her head in her hand. "Fuck you!" She yelled to the heavens
She stood back up slowly and continued her journey home.
Water dripped onto the clean floor of the dark kitchen as
muddy footprints crossed the room and trudged up the stairs.
Crimson dripped onto white sheets.
Life flowed freely till it was dry.
Tears streamed down her face and mixed with the rain.
"Ashes to Ashes"
She sobbed
"Dust to Dust"
and turned away, she started to run.
Water dripped onto cold stone.
"I'm sorry Sam" A voice whispered
Soft lips pressed against death
and all was forgiven
His smile was warm and inviting, her words echoed in her ears
"You'll have to get over me"
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