Post by Annie Graceon on Jun 19, 2015 20:21:22 GMT
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open | 367 words | XXX
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R.I.P
R.I.P
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until death do you part
until death do you part
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t was safe to say this was not how Annie thought she'd die.
Even after the war had began she still had her distorted view that she would die peacefully, in her sleep 60 years or so from now. Her children and grandchildren would morn for her and she would die knowing that she was loved and would be missed greatly.
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She didn't want to die alone, terrified, with only a few people in the world who would even notice she was gone.
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She didn't exactly know what was happening right now- she'd been helping out, handing out food hampers to families and just doing her job when a bomb had gone off, and she was thrown back several feet with enough force to make her body go completely limp when she landed. She was winded to say the least, and when she had tried to lift her head black dots crowded her vision and she had to lie back down. Her head had landed in a pool of something wet and she could only assume it was blood, which was never a good sign. Her chest was also on fire, and really she had no idea what that could mean- before this she'd never even broken a bone.
So, really, if no one found her soon she was fucked, and with so much going on she doubted that was going to happen.
All she could do was lie there in her own blood, silently praying that someone found her soon or that she somehow gathered up enough strength to head to somewhere where someone would find her and help her.
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A tear rolled down the side of her face, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the pain or because she had to admit to herself that there was a high chance that she was going to die right here. The next time someone saw her her skin would be cold and pale, her eyes lifeless just like the rest of her.
She hated that idea so much that she just about managed to yell out "Help!" but it was a feeble attempt, and Annie was almost embarrassed by it. Her last word was a half arsed attempt at a call for help.
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t was safe to say this was not how Annie thought she'd die.
Even after the war had began she still had her distorted view that she would die peacefully, in her sleep 60 years or so from now. Her children and grandchildren would morn for her and she would die knowing that she was loved and would be missed greatly.
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She didn't want to die alone, terrified, with only a few people in the world who would even notice she was gone.
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She didn't exactly know what was happening right now- she'd been helping out, handing out food hampers to families and just doing her job when a bomb had gone off, and she was thrown back several feet with enough force to make her body go completely limp when she landed. She was winded to say the least, and when she had tried to lift her head black dots crowded her vision and she had to lie back down. Her head had landed in a pool of something wet and she could only assume it was blood, which was never a good sign. Her chest was also on fire, and really she had no idea what that could mean- before this she'd never even broken a bone.
So, really, if no one found her soon she was fucked, and with so much going on she doubted that was going to happen.
All she could do was lie there in her own blood, silently praying that someone found her soon or that she somehow gathered up enough strength to head to somewhere where someone would find her and help her.
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A tear rolled down the side of her face, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the pain or because she had to admit to herself that there was a high chance that she was going to die right here. The next time someone saw her her skin would be cold and pale, her eyes lifeless just like the rest of her.
She hated that idea so much that she just about managed to yell out "Help!" but it was a feeble attempt, and Annie was almost embarrassed by it. Her last word was a half arsed attempt at a call for help.
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open | 367 words | XXX
TEMPLATE BY ANNECORDELIA OF ADOXOGRAPHY
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