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Let's Play Anna EpilogueAfter I was free from the scientists and my computer, Chy and I finished high school and college together, closer than we’ve ever been. Blumiere proposed to me shortly after getting my diploma, and the wedding was…well, extravagant. The seamstresses were right when they said I’ll be Lady Darclain, as I am now. It’s been quite a few years, and I think BJ is about to get up the courage to propose to Chy. Of course, I won’t tell her when he will. Why would I spoil that?
“Anna,” Blumiere says, poking his head in our bedroom, “Lily turned Lucas invisible again. Are you writing?” He walks up behind me as I type out what’s happening right now. “Anna?”
“Hold on,” I say without looking away from my screen. “I think I’m almost done.”
Lily and Lucas are our oldest children. Twins. Violet is our third child, and I’ve got our fourth growing in my belly now. I won’t
Let's Play Anna Chapter 15.Chapter 15. One More Thing Left to Deal With.
I wear all black to Cendres’ funeral. It’s mostly silent, seeing as how no one had any good things to say. A few tears fell, but they were all for the newly-orphaned Blumiere. At nineteen, he’s going to be Lord of Darclainia.
As we all stand around his grave, I stick out like a sore thumb, being the only one with blonde hair. Everyone else has the signature Darclainian blue. Blumiere and I are among the first to leave, but that doesn’t surprise me too much. The cause of death is officially natural causes, and it’s believable, mostly because everyone’s glad to have him gone. I kind of feel bad, but I feel much worse for Blumiere.
“I promise I’m okay, Anna,” he says when we’re back in his castle. It’s officially his now.
It’s been a week since I got back from…that, and this is the first time I’ve been truly alone with Blumiere. He k
Let's Play Anna Chapter 14.Chapter 14.
Grief. Pain. Heartache. Whatever you want to call it. I feel it.
I wish he would have killed me. I wish I would have died that day. I wish I could drop dead right here, right now. Just fall off this tree branch I’m perched on and die. Have something come alone and crush my wings. Have whatever eats butterflies eat me.
I can’t die. Cendres made sure I’d suffer alone. I can’t meet people or animals either. I don’t think I’ve had something to eat in…weeks? Who cares. It won’t kill me.
Nothing will kill me. Except maybe heartache. There’s no hope, is there? I’m on earth, and I can’t get back to Darclainia no matter how hard I try. I’m perched on some billboard for a Broadway musical coming soon to New York in Times Square. Why here? I don’t know.
I tried to kill myself. I flew up to the top of the Empire State Building at night. The lights were everywhere, and I gues
Let's Play Anna Chapter 13.Chapter 13. <--- I don’t really like that number…
“Blue roses,” Blumiere tells me on Valentine’s Day my senior year. It’s been over two years since the scare on my sixteenth birthday, and now I’m eighteen. Nothing else has happened, other than a few talks about sleeping with each other. And I won’t talk about that time when Blumiere was a legal adult and I wasn’t. We both knew that time was going to come, seeing as how his birthday is December 6th of the year before I was “born.” He holds out a bouquet of my favorite blue roses that can survive winter on magic, and I take them, giving him a kiss.
“Thank you,” I say with a smile as I’m on my toes. He’s grown, but I haven’t. In all the years I’ve been alive, the only growth I’ve gone through is in bra size, and even that is slight. But Blumiere doesn’t care.
“Anna,” he starts slowly,
Let's Play Anna Chapter 12.Chapter 12. Kidnapped? This is bad…
When I wake up, I don’t just wake up. I jump up to my feet, breathing audibly loudly and fighting tears. My leg is wrapped up with white bandages, and I’m in a cage in a room with a bed and a door and regular bedroom furniture. Bedroom? No… I glitch my hand and pass it through the bars, but it doesn’t go through… I can’t get my mind through the room, either. I stopped carrying my cell phone everywhere with me after I figured out to reach any minds from anywhere. I’m alone…
I sink to the ground and let the tears fall. That quickly turns to sobs.
The guy appears right in front of my cage, making me gasp and choke on my own air. “Aww, what’s wrong?”
I look over at him, wiping my soaking wet face away. “I-I…” My voice is so shaky… “I wanna go home!” I wail. “I-I wanna see Blumiere, and-and Chy, and…” Sa
Let's Play Anna Chapter 11.Chapter 11. Does New Year’s Day Seem Like Two Separate Days to Anyone Else? Or Just Me?
I wake up late on my birthday in Blumiere’s bed. He’s holding me against his chest and running his fingers through my hair, and when he sees that I’m awake, he holds me even tighter. “Anna, don’t ever scare me like that again,” he says. “You lost your memory early this morning to the scientists, but Chy and Ben and I got it back for you. Chy had to knock out some scientists, so I’m really hoping that they don’t have any recollection of that.”
I bury my face in his chest and just lay there. I thought that had been a dream. It feels like it was one… “I’m sorry,” I say, only it turns out muffled.
“It’s not your fault,” he tells me softly. “It’s okay. Do you want to go eat your birthday cake?”
That brings a small smile to my face. I nod, and he kisses
Let's Play Anna Chapter 10.Chapter 10. Strange Things Confuse Me
I open my eyes to find myself in a white room. It’s boring, but it’s all I’ve got. When you’re in a computer having your thoughts analyzed and that computer’s in a white room, it’s all you can look at. I know I’ve been around for a year now, but I don’t remember anything about it. I feel like I was created just a second ago. So I start counting.
I get to somewhere in the five thousands, but I forget exactly which number in an instant because a face pops up in front of mine. I would’ve jumped back, but I can’t move, so I just blink a few times. “Hello,” he says. He’s got red eyes and hair that’s almost white. “Anna, remember me?”
Anna? Who’s that? “Um, I’m Timpani.” I’m mostly certain that the scientists came in and said my name is Timpani just a few minutes ago. Or maybe it was a long time ago? I can
Let's Play Anna Chapter 9.Chapter 9. Home for the Holidays
I wake up relatively early on Christmas morning, my first real Christmas on earth. And my first Christmas with all of my friends and Blumiere. Trailing my fingers across his chest, I try to wake up Blumiere, but I sense people. “Blumiere! Wake up!”
“Just a little longer…” He rolls over, but keeps his arms locked around me, so I go rolling with him. Luckily, he doesn’t move on top of me. I end up facing him on the other side with my legs slung over his hips. At least that wakes him up. “Anna?”
“Good morning,” I say with a smile, then with a kiss.
“Is everyone else up?” he asks.
“Some people, but not everyone.”
“Perfect.” Blumiere rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, and kisses me. We don’t get very far until a knock at the door sounds. “Imperfect…”
I giggle and get up, pulling h
Let's Play Anna Chapter 8.Chapter 8. Second Base. Finally!
It happens a few weeks after the start of the school year. But not in my house. Or in a hotel room. It happens in a castle. Blumiere’s castle. As soon as I step through the front doors, my mouth falls open. And it stays open the whole tour.
The first thing you see when you walk in is a foyer with statues and paintings and two more stories of balconies above. A long hallway leads to a throne with gold (REAL GOLD) and red velvet upholstery. Four archways open up to the four corners of the first out of four levels, but before I have a chance to explore one of them, Blumiere pulls me off to the side, which is really dark. “What?” I start to say, but he puts a finger up to my lips.
“You’re not really supposed to be here,” he whispers. “You’re not a Darclainian.”
A smile pushes the tips of my lips up. “Then we’ll just have to sneak around.”
The rest of t
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
The EdgeI stand on the Edge
Looking down to the core
Where I see a girl
The core knows
Who I want to be
And the Edge
Is the only thing
And who I want to be
But I'm afraid
Afraid of jumping
Of never turning back
Of making a mistake
Of hurting myself
More than anything
To be able to jump
Over the Edge
And be who I always see
Be who I want to be
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