Tuesday, December 30, 2008

How Much Does Plan B Cost And Where Can I Get It

Wings - A Short Story

Ok, no updates today for the Flaming Stars. I had a little delirious, and I created this story ...
Yes, it is meaningless and even a little pointless ... But it must be ', I used many useless trinkets which is always good and then the sim I was nice so I dedicated a story ...
I hope you like it ...

(I'm also writing the Flaming, eh ... Little by little I can do, if not beats me Elvira ... ç_ç)






My sentence: a closed room in a tower far away from my country.
belong to another planet. Not a mother, not a memory of my childhood because I've never been small.
dreams are made of and an angel.



"This is the room of Lili, doctor ... He wants to take a look?"
"What she suffered? Pardon my questions, but as you know are new and well'..."
"Do not worry, doctor ... you suffer from a form of schizophrenia, accompanied by severe forms of heart disease ..."
"schizophrenia, you say?"
"He thinks he's an angel ... It has two wings behind the back, looks like a drawing in ink ... Permanent, there's no way to remove it ... And for what claims to be an angel and that God has given her wings. "
"And who brought it to him?"
"Do not you remember ... And we obviously do not know ... "
" And his name? Lili Rose Angel ... "
" We'll have given us ... When she was found roaming through the town in a state of confusion. He could not remember anything ... Only named Lili Rose. The surname has been allotted to distinguish it from others. "
" I understand ... "
" we go in? "
" Sure ... "



Every day come to see the men in lab coats. I say be quiet, I'm fine. I take dolls, books, papers and pencils ... sometimes candy.
strange sweets that make me sleep and others that keep me at bay the heart.
's funny that there are candy that you do heal heart.
I take every day. They say that if you do not swallow I can die.
But I'm an angel, I can not die.

"Lili, you took your pills?"
"Yes, Miss Jhons ..."



"Brava, darling ... have you bought the green one? Know that otherwise vague to the sanatorium at night is not safe for you."
"Even that, young lady ..."



"Sweet Dreams, Lili ..."



hate candy green because it makes me sleep at night and I will not. I want to look at the moon, hear the silence so rare in here and I want to leave my wings.



The other target look of horror on my wings and do not understand. Do not want to hear. They do not believe that I am an angel.



And I'm sad.



My place is not here.



I belong to the sky.



And I want back there.




"My Father, take me back ..." whisper to the sky and cry for my sad conviction.



do not understand why I'm here. In this place they call Sanatorium.


I fell from a cloud.



I can not believe I have abandoned. Unfortunately I do not remember, but I must certainly be precipitated by a cloud of whipped cream.



When I was just a little girl



I asked my mother
What will I be




Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's What She Said to me




my steps echo in the room silently on the cold floor.
The radio is turned on suddenly.
notes accompany me while I look around me the objects and the shadows they cast in the dim light of the moon through the windows.



Que sera, evening
Whatever Will Be, Will Be
The future's not ours to see




Que sera, evening
What Will Be, Will Be




"I want to go home ... "

When I Grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart What lies ahead

Will
We have rainbows Day after day Here's what my sweetheart
Said




"I want to get back on my cloud ... I'll be careful next time ... I will not fall ... "

Que sera, evening
Whatever Will Be, Will Be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, evening
What Will Be, Will Be


"Que Sera, evening
Whatever Will Be, Will Be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, evening
What Will Be, Will Be"

Now I have Children of my own They ask

Their mother What will I be Will I be handsome

Will I be rich I tell them tenderly




"Will I be handsome? Yes, I'll be happy and wonderful if I come home ... "

not feel cold and I continued my walk melancholy.



The walls of this place are so bare.
In my past I just remember the light, the laughter ... Not any more, only in the night screaming, tears and pain ... Misunderstandings.

I want to go back to where I came ...

"Help me, Father ..."



The room of shoes.
I recognize, I have been there a few times. When my heart got crazy.



I believe that he is missing home and rebels in my breast, kicks because he wants to revise again the sun up close. I understand and I cry with him.



"I am not of this world ..."



A shiver down my back propopaga that grips me to the bone and the heart. Speed up the beat, getting stronger. I burst my chest if it stops. I know.

I see, as in a mirror, my image of myself lying on the couch.



I am ...



I am ... Under the sheet.
not breathe.







Am. I
.
I'm going to faint.



How is this possible?

"It has done it, poor dear ..."
"His heart gave out ... He was too weak ... Our little angel ..."
"Time of death?"
"22:34, Doctor ..."



echoes of distant voices.

Que sera, evening
Whatever Will Be, Will Be
The future's not ours to see Que sera
, evening
What Will Be, Will Be


The music is too loud, I broke my head, my body feel heavy ...
Scream, but not a whisper comes out of my voice.
's over.
... I'm coming home.
My Home.
"Father, you have heard me ... my Father ..."



'm happy now. I'm going to tiptoe out of here.
Forever.
Goodbye.


1958 - St Mary Magdalene Asylum