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read all the updates that i miss..
and you know what...

you left me speechless....

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aww thank u hun!!! <333333333



ur one of the best writer i've ever met.... seriously....
u should become a full time novel writer... or are you now????
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Era013 wrote:


xxuseless-bulletsxx wrote:


Era013 wrote:

read all the updates that i miss..
and you know what...

you left me speechless....

:))


aww thank u hun!!! <333333333



ur one of the best writer i've ever met.... seriously....
u should become a full time novel writer... or are you now????


LOL no way! xDD im not good enough to be a writer. lol. but i do love to write. nah i think id rather write scripts. for movies.
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elanra_moonlight wrote:

I m out of compliments Yuki... and you know what, it would be pointless to compliment bcus anything I could say would be low compared to what you have written...

I am sooo into your story, please dont stop writting it, if I am one of the faint reasons why you keep writing then I'll keep and keep bugging you to write bcus........


bcus.... I dont even know what to say

I am taking you as an example just know that... not stephen king, not dean r. koontz but you


omg!! that's soo sweet!! thats one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me!!! thank you elenra chan!! and yes ofc u are the main reason why i update. thank you for sticking by me. ^^ as i said before im still not sure where this story is going, but the story has only just started!

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stickin by you?? like its something I am obliged to do... you must have used the word addiction

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Continued....





My back was drenched with my own blood by the time I finished searching through the first and second floor. My efforts had come to nothing and I felt sick to the pits of my stomach as I walked back to the waiting room. Simon was there and he shook his head.
"Nothing. There's no-one outside or inside. It's like...It's like..."
"It's like we are the only ones left....on earth." I finished, my throat ravaged and hoarse with thirst.
Simon sat down heavily on one of the chairs, his face white and mouth in a tight grimace. I followed suit and the world spun once more. This time I couldn't regain my footing and it felt as if the white polished floors of the hospital was swinging and it finally slammed into me like a fucked up pendulum. The breath flew out of me as it struck and the world blossomed out into blackness.

"Jay...you fucking asshole. Why didn't you tell me?"
Simon's voice seeped into my mind and I forced my heavy eyelids open. White light struck me like a pedantic dischord and it was then when I realized that I was face down on the ground.
And that I was shirtless.
I raised my head, confused, when I felt a firm hand push me down. I swivelled my head and saw Simon out of the corner of my eyes, staring at my back.
Oh shit. My back.
I struggled up, breathing heavily and pushed Simon off of me. He stumbled back onto his knees and looked at me, his eyes wide and his brows set into a troubled expression. I grabbed my bloody shirt and clung onto it like a life jacket as I stood, swaying, and staring hard at Simon with an almost wild intensity, probably driven by pain and shock.
"You..." I started, breathlessly, "How dare you..."
Simon stared at me, incredulously. "How dare I?! Are you fucking with me, Jay?" His face white with anger, he stood up in one swift movement, grabbed my arm, spun me around, and gripped my shoulder hard so that I couldn't move.
" This is why I dare, Jay. Because you've always had this fucked up policy that everyone is much too busy to be burdened by you...well maybe the only reason why we're so fucked up, Jay, is because you never tell us anything! So we spend the whole time trying to look out for you, when in fact you're the one fucking yourself up!"
I slumped in his grip, knowing deep down that all he was saying was true. He let me go and sat me down onto one of the chairs and I kept my eyes cast downwards when his footsteps echoed down the hallway.
He was right. I had always hated burdening people with any of my own problems unless I found it a necessity. This was what drove Johnny away in the first place. My inability to express my inner most pain or troubles. After that night at the party, I had slowly shut down like an overworked machine, cutting myself off from help, starving myself off from relief. And Angela reawakened the ability to overcome that shut down.
Angela.
"I found some bandages...but I don't know too much about cleaning up cuts and shit so hopefully it won't get infected." Simon came back with an armful of bandages and random bottles of wound cleanser.
He didn't say anything about my wings so far and I found it strangely dissatisfying and odd.
Until he said in a clear, nonchalant voice, "They're big by the way. And they're sprouting feathers."
My stomach dropped and a cold icy shudder coarsed through my body. Simon saw and he coughed nervously before applying the
bandages and cleansers.
"I'll wrap around them..." he muttered.
I sat silently.
After a few minutes of stinging, Simon's soft hand soothed my burning back and I let out a long, tired sigh. He handed me a clean white shirt. I raised an eyebrow.
"I brought along some extra clothes before when..." he blushed and turned away, his eyes cast downwards.
I clasped his hand and smilked weakly. He gave me a curt nod.
"Funny," he said, "that I should find your sexuality a greater shock than your...wings."
I let out a emotionless laugh, my stomach churning.
"I don't know Si..." I said softly. "I mean...this is all too weird. My wings...this....disappearance."
Dhi. Oh God...I hope Dhi's okay. Fuck...
I quickly pulled on the shirt and the room spun tauntingly. I gritted my teeth and rode it out. Simon pulled out his mobile and hastily dialled a number.
"Yeah we're in..."
He swore and dialled the number again. When it failed once more he slid his phone back into his pocket and gave me a sour look.
"The phone just cut me off. It wouldn't connect again."
I swallowed nervously and pulled out my own mobile. I dialled Angela's number and held it up to my ear. I squinted at the window that lavishly hugged the white washed wall of the waiting room. The sky was dark and I could nothing but the odd storm cloud and the grey blue of the dome. The harsh flourescent lighting in the hospital leapt off the window and reflected me and Simon, both standing unsteadily and looking lost in this big, empty world of death and disease.
The tone indicated that the phone was ringing.
A click.
Heavy breathing.
I felt my heart go into my mouth.
"Angela?"
Silence.
"Angela is that you? Where are you?"
Another click.
Then the dead bleating of the tone.
I looked down at my phone blankly. Disbelieving. "She hung up on me."
Simon shook his head. "You got disconnected."
"Like...like someone doesn't want us..." I trailed off. "I'm going to go outside. There's bound to be someone."
Simon nodded. "I'm coming too."
He wiped his bloody hands on the remaining bandages and abruptly headed down the hallway to the main entrance. I followed, less confidently, as one thought raced through my head.
What the fuck was happening to us? To me?

It wasn't always like this. It hadn't always been just me and Dhianne. Sure, there was mum, but she was never around. She had this other man see, he was like this photographer or some shit and he travelled the world for free and taking pictures of naked women and famous land marks for this big corporation. Mum always followed because she managed to get him to include her in his work and so they spent the whole year in different countries, sending me and Dhi a postcard every fortnight as if an actually letter isn't good enough for them. She wasn't always like this. It wasn't always like this.
I hadn't noticed it at first, but ever since dad died mum's depression had worsened. Two years later, she snapped and ran away. One week later she returned with a new man. The new man's name was Timothy.
Tim had always been kind. I liked him for his kindness but despised him for taking mum away from us. But I think the travelling and time off from us kids had helped greatly in her recovery. Despite the fact that it did little to help mine.

I remember Johnny's face after I told him that I loved him. He looked icredulous. Then he looked white and shell shocked. And then, and worst of all, he looked angry.
I was shaking from the recent events and Johnny's angry expression did little to ease it. His eyes flashed dangerously and his skin took on a rage of white. His hands clenched into shaking fists and I let out a quiet moan of pain. Pain at the sight of Johnny after I revealed my deepest feelings for him. Pain at the fact that I was just about to be rejected by him.
"You..." he sounded strained, and breathless with such an intense rage. "You...love...me?"
I leant back and held a trembling hand to my eyes.
"I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...I don't know why..." I felt the tears well up again in my stinging eyes and I stood, painfully holding my bruised stomach as I started away from Johnny, scared and dreadfully fucked up in my head.
"Wait..." I heard him whisper.
I ignored him, lost in my own intense emotions and trying to concentrate on my unsteady footing.
"Wait..." he said again, louder, and angrier. I kept walking.
"Damnit Jay, I said WAIT!"
I broke into a broken run, gasps and sobs heaving at my chest. My agony filled chest. It felt as if someone had used the inside cavity of my heart as a punching bag, and it was numb and aching at the same time. Pain. Such pain.
I heard Johnny chase after me, his voice rising angrily and desperately above the steady beat of the music coming from the party, and I ran even faster, eyes streaming and my breath catching painfully in my throat.
A bus was racing down the road and the headlights shot me down as I ran towards it. The doors flung open upon it's standing and I clambered onto it, throwing the driver a fiver, and the driver, sensing my urgency, shut the doors again and stepped hard on the accelerator. The bus was empty.
I wiped my eyes, relief and great pain coursing through my veins as I stumbled to the back of the dim lit bus. I threw myself across the back seat and pressed my eyes to the window, breathing heavily and fogging up the glass. I saw the last of Johnny, racing after the bus and waving his arms manicly. Then we turned a corner and all I could see was blackness.









TBC.....

















AN: Sorry I took so fucking long to post this update!!! (About six months or so wasn't it?) Things have been hectic and I hadn't the heart to continue this story until i re-read it today. I realised there was so much I wanted to tell about Jay and Angela and Johnny and Simon and all of my lovable characters. So I didn't want to leave them standing, just dead. Sorry it isn't really good (and that it doesnt make any sense or anything) but I'll edit it later. :)

Hope you'll forgive me and hopefully I'll update more regularly from this point on. <3

Gomen! ><
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Continued...(Extra short chapter! Sorry!)





Outside the sky was overcast and darkening as if someone had turned down the dimness setting. The streets were empty and not a single soul could be seen - not even a bird or an insect. The trees motionless and the air was almost thick like custard, heavy and impressionable. We were in the car park and everything was gone. It was as if God made every single living being on earth disappear - aside from us. Simon swore softly and ran a shaking hand through his hair. He cast me a scared look and I saw his eyes flicker to my back.
I blushed self consciously.
"Do you reckon this has something to do with your...wings?" He said, his tone uncertain and hesitant.
I shrugged, paling, and dug my nails into the palm of my hands as my back protested with a sear of white hot pain. I could feel my wings. They were indeed larger and they twitched every now and then like a spasming muscle of the dead. I couldn't feel the feathers however, but the extra weight around the bones of my wings indicated growing flesh and skin. It was an uncomfortable feeling, as if my back was being scrubbed raw by a metal sponge, and I could feel the blood steadily seeping - but slowly - through the bandages.
"I hope Dhi's okay..." Simon muttered, his eyes clouded and hands trembling.
I let out a deep breath and cast my eyes upwards to the clouds.
And then it happened.
***
The house was dark when I quietly came in through the front door. By this time I had managed to steady my raging emotions, and although my eyes stung and my heart screamed in agony, I wasn't hysterical. And that was a start.
I closed the door behind me and turned around, assuming that mum was asleep.
And then the lights clicked on.
I spun around, feeling like a caught burglar, and saw mum sitting at the bottom of the stairs, a phone at her side and her eyes full of concern.
"Jay," she said, her voice soft and wary.
I blinked, surprised, and felt the rush of embarrassment and anger. I muttered something incoherent and started up the stairs. She caught my hand and pulled me back, her jaw set firmly.
"Jay, Johnny called me half an hour ago."
I stood still, staring at the top of the stairs, my heart sank into my stomach and I felt a dreadful numbness seeping through me.
"He was really worried about you. Said something about having a fight with you..." She let out a deep sigh. "Jay, what happened at the party?"
I grit my teeth and tore my arm out of her grip. "Nothing's happened. It's just a fight. We always have fights."
Mum stood and rest her hand on the banister. "Jay, you're upset. Something must be wrong."
I spun on my heels and opened my mouth to say something to her, my eyes sore and my stomach throbbing. But when I saw her weary, lined face, I lost all sense of direction and I felt the anger, the pain and all emotion and energy dissolve away into a deep, cold numbness.
I closed my mouth and gave her a nonchalant shrug. Her eyes flashed but I turned around and pulled myself up the stairs again before she could say anything else.


TBC...
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Posted 10/13/09 , edited 10/18/09
VERY HOLY SHIT!!


Is there even such a thing? Very holy shit? Well if there isnt then there should be!

Yuki, I know why you couldnt write for 6 months, bcus I wasnt here to prod you into action was I?

Well now I am here and you really MUST keep writing this. Seriously dude! If you dont, like you said, they'll remain dead and you *points a finger at you dramaticly* ... you...will...be...a...MURDERER!!

Even Kubo Tite brings Ulquiorra back to life, you just cant be that cruel


Do you best! I'll cheer for you!
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Ahahahaha!!! YAY!!!!!

Yes ofcourse I couldn't write anything....my number one girl wasn't on here!!!

I missed you too much to even bring my character back to life....

Well I'm glad you're back, and hopefully I shall enough time (exams, exams, more exams!) to keep writing this endless, impossible, unpredictably stupid story! x)

I shall type up a new chappie today...no idea wtf where this is going...So bear with me! :)

Thanks for your support! <3
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gladly!

I'll be waiting. Believe it or not I am more curious and impatient about it than I was for the twilight books.
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writer's block!! I might write a short story before i continue this one...

Maybe then it'll inspire me more! :D

I shall post my story up on here if you want. :)

Love you always.

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yes.. you should do that....

poor jay and angela and simon...

i am missing them already.....

anyway, i hope u get over that dreadful desease.. i'll be cheering for you.. AGAIN

i'll be also waiting for your new story too
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i love it.
i was hooked from the very first word to the last. i like the details and the imagery it creates inside my head. and i like how you don't say much about the character and leave everything to the interaction between the characters. all the characters are lovely. they all seems so real. especially Jay.
the story is mysterious, especially about the main characters flash back on the johnny guy, like what does it have to do with the wings? because it feels like there is. and the cliff hanger in the end. why'd you end it like that?
you have the potential to be a good writer. keep writing. and get over the writer's block soon.
i'll continue reading.
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Thanks guys. :)

I think I might be able to continue quite soon. I'm starting anothe story which is sort of parallel to a script I worked on then gave up on...(I have such a short attention span. )

I'll post a bit of it up actually. It might be a novella of some sort. about innocence or something. and then when i get sick of that I'll definately be able to start working on Just Jay again. :)

Sorry.

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its ok ^_^

if it doesnt flow u cant force it...

i will be reading your every work yuki-san... or should i say our new mod-san??
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