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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Fallen Snow Angel
[time] => 2004-11-05 14:22:34
[hometext] => This is a work of fiction a story told in poetic form its pretty long
[bodytext] => I had a friend who died three years ago this December She took her own life and I could not help her I went to save her but was too late All that day I saw the signs That I was going to lose someone I cared for She had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend at the time And then went to get high on heroin I tried to get her to stop and she did for a while But I guess that day she just had enough And for got about me When she got home that day to her mothers house Her mother knew she was high and on what They got into fight and that did not help her any She ran upstairs and got into her room crying Her mother did not see her for all that day She did not even try to understand her She was only sixteen and needed her mother But her mother did not care she blamed her For her father running off And I hated her mother for that The nights she had come to me With her blades in her hand She was holding them so tight she cut her self She always came to me to be stopped But this last she just went off alone A few hours later that day I went to her house before it was dark And her mother opened the door drunk and I asked her where Christine was She told me she had gotten home high and started a fight with her and that she Was sorry so I pushed her out of the way and ran upstairs and kicked the door To her room open and looked around it to see if I could see her But I knew it was too late I ran to her bathroom door and it was locked from the inside I kicked it open too and when I stepped in the evidence of her misery Was all over the floor mixing with the water but it could not be deluded I saw her there in the bath tub with cuts all over her body Her arms legs her thighs and wrist and chest She did it right this time and I could not do anything Crying I picked her body out of the water and held her in My arms she was so cold almost as cold as ice Her once beautiful pale skin and red lips where now blue Her eyes had lost all pigment and her hair looked black and red when wet Her mother stood there outside the door Crying she knew she could have done more I told her to call an ambulance but I knew it was too late She ran to the hallway outside the room and when she got to the steps She slipped and fell and broke her neck and died right there I did not want to move from where I was My friend Vince who I told where I was going to be Came looking for me and saw her mother’s body at the bottom of the stairs And called the police and then went upstairs looking for me He saw me with her lifeless body in my arms And went to wait for the police I was so cold and breathless but I did not want to let go When the cops came they tried to pull me off of her but could not For a while then more came and finally did I was numb Vince told them everything so they just let me go home I did not sleep at all no matter how tired I was I could not I heard some one knocking at my door When I opened it the police was there They said the brought a note with my name on it It was from Christine It said that she was sorry but had to do it because she felt so weak and worthless And useless And that the only time she was happy was with me But she did not want to be happy anymore When she knew that someone would just try and take it away And that she hated her mother and that she was sorry The police then told me that she was pregnant when she died But they where not sure if she knew I told them that if she did she would have told me And they left I went up stairs and started cutting my self too But I stopped because I knew that she did not want me to I have never cut my self after that And I went off that year and moved to Manchester When I came back the next year for Christmas I went to her grave Then went to her house and it was abandoned Her boyfriend was there and he told me that she told him That she was pregnant and it was his and he went mad and hit her He then told me that he was sorry and I felt like killing him But I forgave him anyways it is what she had wanted He hugged me and I hugged him back and he went off I took the caution tape off the front door I went in side and had a look around It was all the same way as it was before I went upstairs and just felt like it was all Happening again and my heart was racing I dropped to my knees and stated to cry again I got up ran out the door and when I went out side I saw her standing there in the snow She had these long wing with feathers made of ice Her skin was white like the snow and her eyes had crystallized Her hair was blue like and endless sky She looked so happy just dancing there smiling at me I went up to her and took her hand They were so cold She told me as long as I remember the good times we had That she would always be with me All of the pain that I had felt for two years Had just gone away She slipped away and went back into my memories I heard her voice say if she ever needed me that she would be there And I have seen her every time I have needed her Sometimes in front of me and other I saw her walking in a crowd of people And sometimes even making angels in the snow she always looks so happy now And she will always be my snow angel [comments] => 3 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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