View Full Version : Something Lost (chapter eleven & Epilogue - 30 Nov)
8th Nov 2007, 12:46 PM
Before i begin anything i need to give a big shouted out thanks to my crazy tim tam loving English friend. You kept me going when i didn't want to..and thanks HEAPS for your idea..it made the story what it is. :beer:
Any and ALL comments are appreciated. Like it? Hate it? Think I should change something. Want to talk about one of the characters…etc. Then please tell me. I wont take offense to anything, you can only ever help me improve! If you don’t want to post cause you are embarrassed then please by all means, PM me.
WARNING: Some of my chapters offend some. For this i am sorry!
“Its not good news I am afraid. The tumor has come back with a vengeance. We can give you cemo, it may help extend your life by a few weeks, but its no guarantee it will work. I am awfully sorry, I really am”
Once upon a time, in a far away land, a princess sat wishing her prince would come and rescue her. She imagined him to be strong and dashing, and to be riding a trusty steed. He would then whisk her away to a much nicer place then this and she would live happily ever after…..Oh, pff give me a break! If real life was like that then I wouldn’t be were I am today, crying over something lost.
I had kissed enough literal frogs to have my own prince and my own wonderfully blissful life! But I am getting way ahead of myself here. Oh, I must apologize, my parents did teach manners and I know better then to not introduce myself. My name is Arianah Jessamine Emily Bella Lucas. Yeah I know, quiet a mouthful. I think both of my parents were high on the pain killers when they named me. They tell me it’s was because they couldn’t decided on a name, and I should think myself lucky they didn’t add more. Epp the thought of it! Let me take you back, because to understand the end of this story, you will need to understand the beginning.
Woha, that was to far back. That was my parents first kiss, I am not sure if I want to say aww...or go find the nearest bathroom. Let me take you forward a tad to around the time when I got my first crush. I was around 10, and his name was Billy. I did no more then watch him dreamily as he played on the swings during our lunch hour.
Some would say to me jee, you were young getting your first crush. And I agree with them, I was young. But I grew up watching my parents love each other everyday. The picture above is a prime example of what I saw in my household every time they were together. When I was little I would giggle as I watched them, sharing a peck over the dinner table, or holding hands while we watched TV. And they had a look, they would give each other. You know the ones you only share with your partner, the ones that say I have a secret, and only you know what it means. Yeah those.
So it couldn’t be helped for me, I became a romantic, at a young age. Things changed when I got older, though I will explain that later.
Back to my first crush. A month later he became more then just a crush, he became my first ‘boyfriend’. Though I am not sure if I could ever call him that. My best friend at the time bribed him with a chocolate frog, just so he would go out with me.
I was to nervous to speak to him in those first few days, and found myself hiding out in the girls loo during our lunch hour, and sneaking looks at him during class.
He never looked my way though. As Billy, was the class clown. I think that’s why I got a crush on him, he made me laugh. He made everyone laugh, with the exception of Miss French. She would just get annoyed. Now I think about it, I can see why.
One afternoon, during free time in class I went over to Billy, who at the time was messing around with his mates, with all my courage I mumbled a hello. He looked at me, then went back to mucking around, ignoring me.
A little confused and very hurt that he would ignore me, his girlfriend, I demanded he come play with me. I remember the words clearly “No, I don’t want to” was his reply. I cried the rest of the afternoon.
3 days later Billy broke my heart. I saw him sharing his lunch with the new girl, Charlene. I decided there and then that I didn’t like Billy anymore, and that he wasn’t my boyfriend. I don’t think he even noticed that I didn’t pay him anymore attention, but I still wonder to this day, if Charlene had to bribe him with a chocolate frog.
I had other crushes, lots of them, but my next big one came when I was in my first year at high school. He was my first kiss…
8th Nov 2007, 01:14 PM
This story is really cute - the only thing I can suggest is that you paragraph your stories because if it's not in paragraphs it tends to get a little messy - otherwise GREAT JOB!!! This has inspired me to write a serious story the next time I write a story - 'cause you see, I do Comedy!
8th Nov 2007, 02:05 PM
Thank you for the advise, I have some really bad habits!
Writing a comedy would be fun!
8th Nov 2007, 02:08 PM
Liking it so far :)
9th Nov 2007, 12:22 AM
His name was Kyle.
He was in the year above me, but that didn’t stop my foolish heart liking him any less. And to make it worse for me, he was the most popular guy in school, and the most hottest.
Every girl within that school had a crush on him at one time or another and most were jealous of his girlfriend, Samantha. I was one of them.
It was a glorious day when we found out her family were moving states. For the ‘happy couple’ it wasn’t though. For the longest time they kept in touch by letters and phone calls. Both vowing to remain together. But like most long distance relationships, especially when you are that young, it didn’t last.
Kyle’s family moved to, into the house next door to mine. It had been empty for the longest time. Having him move in there was like a dream come true for me, at first. That was how I know what became of Samantha. With him living next door, our parents became close, it was only a natural that we did the same.
From what Kyle told me, Samantha met another boy at her new school and ‘fell’ in love with him.
Kyle was never bitter over it and whished her the best of luck. At first I couldn’t believe Kyle wasn’t punching the walls, or pillows. I think it was my elation over knowing he was single that blinded me. Though I really should have known, being as close as we were.
It was late one night, Kyle and I were snuggled up on the couch, watching a romantic movie. I wasn’t really watching it, and couldn’t tell you what was going on. Kyle however could probably tell you word for word. And even let out a small, happy sigh when the movie finished.
He turned to me with a smile on his face. “Did you like it Ria?” he asked me using my pet name. I remember giving him a weak nod, hoping like hell he wouldn’t ask me what part was my favorite. As all I was fixed on was his lips. I could think of nothing else, since I was told of his break up, and that had been weeks ago. Without even thinking about it I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, I gave him a very awkward, very quick kiss. My face on fire I sat back as fast as I had moved forward. “Sorry” I had mumbled, wishing the couch would just eat me. Kyle didn’t say a thing, he grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. He gave me my very first kiss, a real one this time. It was slow and gentle. After he kissed me, he let me go with a smile. “Ria, there is something you need to know about me. Something no one knows, not even my parents. I am gay”.
Complete shock ran through my body. “But….Samantha….you kiss me…you gay?” I stumbled, unable to pick one sentence to talk about. With his smile not faltering he understood what I was trying to say. “I didn’t know I was gay when I first started dating Sam, but if she hadn’t moved, I would have had to break her heart. I stayed her boyfriend, for her. I know how difficult it is to move to a new place and knew she would need something familiar to cling onto. I kissed you, because you were so embarrassed when you tried to kiss me, I wanted to ease your discomfort”.
All I could manage was a nod and whispered “ok”.
Kyle and I talked away half the night that night. About everything. He became my best friend, even as we both grew up, both gained and lost boyfriends, both had more kisses and even when he moved overseas, we never lost contact. It, for some strange reason became an unbreakable bond between us. He was there for me, for everything and I for him. That included when I even started to get embarrassed over my parents affection for each other, like any typical teenager.
About six months after Kyle, came my first real boyfriend. I had decided, in my teenage years not to class Billy as a boyfriend. Since he never really was one to begin with.
I don’t know what fates brought me and the new crush slash boyfriend together, but was I ever thankful to have someone to call my own….for a while.
9th Nov 2007, 02:54 AM
This has a very good plot. I love love love stories that start at the end and go forward...
One suggestion? Use a grammar check for your commas. Never thought I'd say this to anyone, but you have too many. Take it or leave it, I'll read either way. :P
Update soon and happy simsing!
9th Nov 2007, 03:22 AM
Nuu...Kyle can't be gay - he's so cute with Arianah, say it isn't so! (P.S - I have no objections towards homosexuals, just saying the Kyle and Arianah should be together) Rated your story a five :D Too early maybe but I like this story ALOT.
9th Nov 2007, 03:42 AM
thanks Furry panda. I didn't actually notice that.
Thanks for the stars Annelae.
9th Nov 2007, 03:47 AM
No problem but the second chapter doesn't show up in the story index - you know this page (http://forums.sims2community.com/story.php?t=50286)?
9th Nov 2007, 04:06 AM
but the second chapter doesn't show up in the story index
Ahh..i haven't worked out how to do that yet..i can be a bit clueless at times.
9th Nov 2007, 08:46 AM
I just read this and I'm really liking it so far!
I wasn't expecting the twist of Kyle being gay, but I suppose that's because I yearn for most things in life to be straight forward. I'm glad they found friendship in one another though.
Eagerly awaiting the next update! :)
9th Nov 2007, 07:39 PM
Ahh..i haven't worked out how to do that yet..i can be a bit clueless at times.
Give your post a title. Then it will show up.
11th Nov 2007, 03:56 AM
Will, was his name.
We met by bumping into each other. Well it really was more a knock of our heads. We were in the same gym. Both of us having to take a class in there. His class was playing basketball, my class was playing volleyball.
Both of our balls went flying at the same time, landing next to each other. Both us bent down at the same time to retrieve our respective balls. Tears had sprung into my eyes when our heads knocked together, causing me to drop the ball I had just picked up. It really wasn’t that bad, but the look on his face was so comical I forgot that I was in pain. After a very heartfelt apology he went back to his game. I thought that would be the last I would really see of him. How wrong was I!
He asked around and found out who I was and where my locker was located. For weeks I would find a rose, a letter or a very sweet poem taped to the front of it.
He never left a name and it drove me crazy not knowing who was giving me these things. So Kyle and I did stake outs of my locker, trying to catch the mystery person.
It was Kyle that caught him, taping up yet another letter. And it was because of Kyle, that Will and I almost didn’t end up. When Will was taping up the letter Kyle pretended to walk casually around the corner. He walked up to Will and thanked him with all his heart for giving him those perfect roses and sweet letters. And that he would love to have a date with him. I was told that Will turned a bright shade of red then he went pale and was unable to get any words out, but turned and ran instead.
It took a lot of convincing on both our parts that it was my locker and that Kyle was just being a shit and was messing with his head. His relief was written all over his face.
We started off together going out to movies, parties etc with friends tagging along. But it wasn’t long after that we started doing things together. Romantic dinners and movies.
Our friends complained we were joined at the hip. He was always the gentleman, in every respect of the word. Funny how once again I didn’t see things for what they really were.
Will and I had been dating for about a month, when we finally had our first kiss. I was determined to make sure he was the real deal, not gay and not interested in only chocolate frogs.
We were on one of our many romantic dates; this one was a picnic in the park on a Saturday afternoon. We were slightly hidden from the other occupants of the park. Having found the perfect spot behind some shrubs, it was very private but still had an excellent view of the lake.
I was snuggled into his side; he had his arm draped over my shoulders. We both sat lazily watching the swans and the small motorized boats move around the very clear crystal lake. The sun was warm, but the breeze was cool. All in all it was the perfect day. I turned my head to look at Will. He was already looking at me with a smile, one which I returned. Our eyes had locked and it all felt like slow motion. He bent his head slowly; his lips met mine a little bit unsure at first. He heated it up a little bit more when I returned that kiss.
It felt like we were floating on a cloud, all sounds around us didn’t exist. It was just him and i.
11th Nov 2007, 04:02 AM
I think this a cute story. Great job, I hope another update will come soon :D
11th Nov 2007, 04:04 AM
I hope he doesn't cheat on her...
11th Nov 2007, 04:26 AM
i like it so far
11th Nov 2007, 05:40 AM
13th Nov 2007, 01:34 AM
Chapter four (sorry, its a short chapter)
That happy cloud lasted a year and a half. Not once did Will falter on his romantic dates, letters or even words. At the time I thought I would spend the rest of my life with him. That was until I found out that I wasn’t his only girlfriend.
It was a Friday night, and for once Will and I weren’t doing anything together. It happened sometimes, so it didn’t bother me. On those times I would make a date with Kyle. On this particular Friday, Will had said he couldn’t do anything as he had some assignments to catch up on. He refused my offer for help, saying that I would be too much of a distraction to him and he wouldn’t get anything done but some serious pashing.
So that night Kyle and I headed out for dinner and of course a romantic movie. We were laughing ourselves silly over a private joke when we came out of the movie and saw a couple, in a very tight embrace on the chairs out front of the cinema. “Aww, will you take a look at those two” Kyle said brining my attention to them.
I glanced at them with a smile. “It makes me want to be in the same position with Will” I replied dreamily. I think it was the fact that I said his name. Because the next thing I knew the male of the two bodies looked up and replied “what?”
It took me a moment to realize that it was my Will in that embrace, with another girl. It had felt like he took my heart and ripped it in two. If that wasn’t enough it also felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. The pain was unbearable.
Will of course was full of apologies. All I wanted to do was rip them both to shreds. The other girl was just as shocked as I was, but instead of hanging around she pulled the chain from her neck, threw it at Will and walked off. “Baby, don’t go” Will called after her stiff back, she ignored him and kept walking. He turned back to me with similar words to say “Baby it wasn’t what it looks like, I can explain”.
“I am sure you can” I replied calmly “but I don’t want to listen Will. Good-bye”. With that I took Kyle’s arm and headed in the same direction the other girl went.
“Want me to sock him one?” Kyle asked me as we walked.
“Thanks, but no thanks. He isn’t worth it” I said gratefully to my friend.
Will didn’t give up trying to ‘explain’. It took him a while to realize no matter what he did, I wasn’t going to listen. He ended up leaving me alone – eventually and earned himself a reputation with the girls. There was rarely a girl that would date him after what he had done. In a way I kind of felt sorry for him.
13th Nov 2007, 06:10 AM
AHH! No... Kyle cheated on her! She doesn't have much luck dating, does she? Could you write down the address of Kyle? Two deranged clowns and a monkey will be awaiting him.
14th Nov 2007, 07:37 AM
Thanks to everyone that has commented, it means a lot to me. And i am sorry it is 'boring' at the moment, but please trust me it will get better.
A year and a half after Will, came my very first love. Yes love and not a crush. He started out as a crush at first though. I had other offers for dates before him and after Will, but I just wasn’t interested. I was a little bit over ‘boys’ and the crap that came with them. But my love, oh my love was different. His name, Fallon. He was Kyle’s cousin and we met through him.
My parents and I were invited to Kyle’s place for a barbeque. We had been warned that it was mostly their family, but like always we wee always very welcome at their place. My parents of course jumped at the chance for a party and to socialize. I on the other hand wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that I was shy. I couldn’t ever call myself that; I guess I was just ‘funny’ when it came to lots of new people. I liked to meet new people slowly, one at a time kind of thing. Get to know who they were and what their values on life were blah blah, blah.
To this day I don’t know how Kyle convinced me to come, but he did. I think he used bribery. Come to think of it, he owes me a chocolate frog! So on the night of the barbeque I head over with my parents next door, not even bothering to change out of my daggy jeans and top.
There I saw, as we rounded the gate on the corner, an adonis standing next to Kyle. They were both in deep conversation.
I stopped dead in my tracks. I had to thank my lucky stars my parents didn’t notice and left me there. I remember looking down at my dirty jeans, wishing like hell I had changed. The thought ran through my head to run home and change, I already had the outfit I wanted to wear all mapped out in my mind and in those first few seconds I had convinced myself it wouldn’t take me long.
As my luck would have it though, Kyle spotted me at the exact moment I was going to disappear. With a drawn out groan, I returned his wave and acknowledge his beckoning me to join them. The adonis didn’t take his piercing aqua green eyes off me as I walked towards them.
In what felt like years, when only it was seconds, I joined them with a smile while tugging at the bottom of my shirt to try hide the stains in my jeans. I didn’t catch his name when Kyle first introduced us, all I could think of was how smooth his hand was, as he took mine in a welcoming shake. I don’t even remember returning his ‘nice to meet you’. All I remember is smiling at him like an idiot most of the night, and the rest of it pulling at my shirt.
The next day I drilled Kyle for information on Fallon. I had found out he was single and had been that way for a while. Also that his family had only moved to our town a few months ago. Kyle also said that even though Fallon and himself had lived in different places, they were as thick as thieves, but couldn’t be more opposite.
I felt myself be a little wary at that. Kyle was a gentleman, cute and sweet to boot. The only problem with him was he was gay. If Fallon was his opposite, and with my bad run of boys, I tried to stamp out my crush for him. I really didn’t want to nurse yet another broken heart. Trying to stamp out that crush didn’t work; he got under my skin anyway.
16th Nov 2007, 11:55 PM
I saw a lot more of Fallon after the night of the barbeque and even though I was more mindful of what I wore around him, I still acted like the stupid fool, grinning at him like a stupid school girl when ever he looked my way. My heart and mind ignoring the promise I had made to myself to try forget my crush on him. I must have done something right though, to end up with him as a love. I never did ask him what it was that did it.
Spending so much time together, we became known to our families as the 3 stooges, even when one of us wasn’t around. Fallon’s mum and step dad became like a 3rd family to me. It was one of those nights that one of us weren’t around, when it happened. The 3 of us had decided to go out for dinner and then onto the movies, but that morning Kyle informed us both that he wasn’t feeling well and would have to give the night a miss. I had rang Fallon, about ready to tell him that he didn’t have to go. That we could all just give the night a miss. But it’s a good thing I never got a chance to say it.
Fallon had the same thought and said he was just about to ring me. But unlike my thoughts he still wanted to go out. He figured why miss a fun night because of his weakling of a cousin. Smiling stupidly at the phone I agreed to still go.
With clammy hands I meet him at the cinema, we picked a horror movie. I spent the first half of it jumping out of my skin, scared of what would happen next. Fallon had noticed and offered his side for me to snuggle into. Without thinking about it, I took it. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me tight. The rest of the movie didn’t feel so scary after that.
It was too early to eat after the movie had finished. Fallon suggested a walk in the small park, not far from the cinemas. Spying a set of swings I made a run for them, giggling as I went. I hadn’t been on a swing since I was a little girl and I have no idea what possessed me to swing on it, but it made us both laugh. Even when Fallon came up behind be and pushed me to high up.
He promised to catch me if I fell. “Prove it” I yelled as he gave me yet another push. He let my momentum on the swing slow to an almost stop before he ‘caught’ me and informed me he would never let me get hurt. With that, we shared our first kiss. It was almost magical, and I knew then that I could love him.
Kyle of course took all the credit for Fallon and I ‘finally’ getting together, as if he hadn’t faked sick that night, he swears that we would still be sharing googily eyes at each other.
Fallon and I stayed together all through the rest of our years at high school, then we went onto the same University together. Him studying law and me studying teaching.
At the end of our first year at Uni, he became my first for something else too. I lost my virginity to him. It felt right. He was nothing but patient with me, making sure I was ready and completely gentle with me the entire time.
A year later we moved in together. Life was so blissful for the both of us. Kyle was a regular visitor out our place; it was kind of cool having the 3 stooges together a lot. I was in my last year of teaching, Fallon had two more years to go when he told me he had brought a motorbike. At first I thought it was awesome. Some weekends we would just pack a tent and take off on the bike together, with nothing but the wilderness around us. It was so romantic.
18th Nov 2007, 10:53 AM
It was on one of those trips that Fallon gave me the best surprise. He got down on one knee and opened a little box. Inside was a diamond ring. “Arianah Lucas, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife” he asked me nervously.
I couldn’t speak though my tears of happiness, which freaked him out. He thought they were tears of sadness. It took me a while to convince him the answer was “yes”.
I could have only wished those days lasted forever or even if I could have turned back time and gotten rid of that bike sooner.
Fallon didn’t wake me one morning, just left me to sleep. He wanted to surprise me with breakfast in bed.
Some days I was sure he was more of a romantic then I was. I guess he figured he wouldn’t be long.
It was one of those times I wish that I could turn back time. You know the times when you wish like anything, that you had done things differently or done something you didn’t do? It was one of those. If I had my chance again, I wouldn’t have let him out of the house.
I woke up to a persistent knocking at the front door. I made my way sleepily to it and met some of the worst news of my life.
The police had said Fallon was in a horrific accident, and was now fighting for his life in hospital.
They said he was stuck by a driver running a red light. I found him in the ICU unit, he was in a coma. I sat by his side, talking to him and willing him to wake up. The machines got turned off and he took his last breath a week later. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I had lost my fiancé, the only man I had ever loved. A piece of me went with him and there was only the smallest part of him left, something he never got to know. I was going to tell him the day he had the accident, I wanted it to be a surprise and I had it all planed out. He was going to be a daddy.
I lost the baby 1 month later. The doctors told me it was because of the stress of loosing Fallon, that had my body rejecting the baby I was carrying. My only consolation was that the baby was with his or her daddy. It tore me apart though, I had nothing of Fallon left and all I had were my memories. I spent weeks in bed crying or just laying on top of the covers, never getting out of my pj’s. I didn’t want to eat or even think and worse of all I didn’t want to feel.
There were days when I just wanted to join Fallon and my baby. Even Kyle’s visits didn’t cheer me up anymore. All I could do was look at my favorite picture of Fallon.
19th Nov 2007, 12:15 AM
aawww good up date, i feel bad for them -_-
21st Nov 2007, 12:49 AM
Thanks for the comment SimAholicalSkylar
I don’t know how long it was, when I finally got out of bed. It was even longer after that when I started finally going out. But I was half of myself and didn’t care what happened to me. But when ever a family member, friend or Kyle were around I would smile and tell them I was fine and pretend to be. I didn’t want them to worry about me anymore. After all they too had lost Fallon. It was hard on everyone.
It was about 6 months after I started going out to the movies with friends, when Kyle told us he was going overseas. To me though he said he wouldn’t go if I wanted him here or even if I thought I might want him to stay. Part of me was screaming that I didn’t want to loose my best friend as well as my fiancé and baby. But the other half of me didn’t want to do that to Kyle. So once again I smiled, pretended I was ok and gave him my blessing. “I will come back anytime you need me, anytime you want a hug or a shoulder to cry on. You just call me and I will be home” Kyle had said, hugging me tight.
It took all of me not to start crying.
A month later we went out to one of the local night clubs for Kyle’s leaving party. There I met my very first one night stand. He called himself Brett
Least that’s what I think he said his name was. See I had had one to many drinks and was well a little bit too drunk.
A week later, Kyle jet stetted off, for sights unknown. For the next 3 years I went on a downward spiral of drinking and more one night stands.
But after a while even that did work to get me out of the slump I was in. So I stopped drinking, it didn’t mean I didn’t start caring for myself. In fact I cared for myself less. And Kyle wasn’t even around to see it. When ever he would ring I would just tell him that everything was the same and that I was doing ok. I wish now I had been honest with him, maybe he could have stopped what happened next.
I may have stopped drinking but I didn’t stop going clubbing. 2 years later I met my next boyfriend.
21st Nov 2007, 01:36 AM
This is such a good story. I just love it to pieces, even though that's really sad about Fallon. :( I hope things will go better with this next boyfriend. Keep it up!
24th Nov 2007, 02:17 AM
Thanks Evangeline, that means alot to me
His name was, Ian
At first I though he was what I needed. He helped me out of my bad run and helped me deal with Fallon’s death, least I thought he did. You see Ian was a controlling man and liked to have things his own way.
I had never been a weak person and was always able to stand up for myself, and not once did I ever let anyone put me down or make me feel any less then a person. But I wasn’t myself and Ian knew it. Ian wooed me at first. Like most men, he took me out for the romantic dinners, walks in the park, we even went clubbing together.
He was so sweet.
Before I knew it, we were living together. Not long after that we were engaged. He didn’t like it but I wore Fallon’s ring on my other finger. He would make snide comments about it. Basically he was jealous of Fallon and all he had been to me. They weren’t the only comments he made, he made me feel like I was nothing. He would tell me at every opportunity that I was useless and wouldn’t amount to anything. That it was a good thing I had him to help me. I ended up believing his words and took them as my gospel.
I guess that’s why we still went ahead with the wedding. I felt I needed a way to make myself feel better.
Kyle had flown back especially for the wedding to be my ‘man of honor’. It was meant to be an outdoor wedding, for which I am grateful, never happened. Ian left me at the alter.
Kyle and I were waiting in a tent, set up just for us at the venue, ready for the ok to start walking down the isle.
We had been waiting ˝ an hour, when the wedding planner came in with a note and handed it to me. I remember it word for word…
I don’t love you anymore. Actually to be honest, I never did. I don’t know why I thought you would change, and I am kicking myself I wasted so much time trying. You are useless and always will be. I am better off without you
Don’t bother contacting me, I want nothing more to do with you.
It was almost a relief not to be marrying Ian. I had always known I didn’t want to be with him, and reading that note was like being let out of prison.
After that day I got myself a new life. With help and a lot of counseling I became me again. Life was great for the longest time; it was nice to be me and to feel free…until I got the bombshell of my life!
24th Nov 2007, 03:09 AM
Ouch, I just read the past few updates, and I feel so bad for her! At least she still seems to be a good caring persona dn all that, I hope things turn out better for her! Update soon and happy simsing!
24th Nov 2007, 03:26 AM
Awww....Arianah doesn't have that much good luck with guys, does she? I agree with FurryPanda; she seems to be a very nice person. Hopefully everything will turn out good in the end for her. :) Great update!
26th Nov 2007, 02:21 AM
Thanks Evangeline and FurryPanda for your comments. And no she doesn't have any luck. She isn't meant to.
Sorry for the short chapter.
I was driving to my parents place for dinner with them. Something I hadn’t done in the longest time, and I was completely looking forward to it.
It had been raining most of that day and the roads were a bit slippery. It never fazed me. I had always loved everything about the rain and was always careful to take my time when driving in it. If I knew what was going to happen I wouldn’t have been in my car at the time.
I was singing away to the radio, watching the car in front of me, playing with their brakes.
Figuring they must have got them new for Christmas I didn’t take much notice. The next thing I knew their brakes became a reddish blur, then disappeared altogether. Then everything went black. I couldn’t see. Going into panic, I slammed my foot on my own breaks I swerved onto what I thought was the medium strip. It wasn’t. I found out later that I had swerved into an on coming truck. All I remember after that is hearing an almighty crash, and then there was nothing.
The next thing I heard was crying. I willed myself to try to get to the person who was doing the crying. When I was able to get my eyes open, it was to see my mum sitting next to the bed crying.
I tried to speak to her, but I didn’t have a voice and only made a squeaking sound. Mum was beside herself that I had finally woken up. She told me later I had been like that for four weeks, she also told me how I had got there and that I was lucky I was alive. My car was a complete right off. But that wasn’t the worst thing. No the worst was yet to come.
26th Nov 2007, 11:31 PM
That stinks. :( Hopefully she'll recover soon, though I sort of doubt it. And I wonder what the horrible thing she keeps talking about is? Hmm.
27th Nov 2007, 12:21 AM
Oh, poor thing getting in a car accident! that is so sad. I love this story, but may I agains uggest you use the grammar check, or get someone to look it over for you? Breaks are what happen to your bones. Brakes are on tires. Choppy and fragmentary sentences are also annoying to read. I still am because those sentences are telling a fine story, but the storytelling itself could be worked on. I hope I haven't offended you. Update soon and happy simsing!
27th Nov 2007, 02:02 AM
Thanks (again) Evangeline and you will find out in the next chapter. And FurryPanda, you have far from offended me. I would like to say thank-you for pulling me up on my grammar (i am constantly in trouble for it). I appreciate your honesty! (and thanks for pointing out the 'breaks' i didn't even notice).
30th Nov 2007, 03:34 AM
After the nurses had cleared away the tubing and machines surrounding my body and bed and made me comfortable in my own pjs, the doctor came in, his face was somber. Mum took hold of my hand and gave it a squeeze, reassuring me of something she knew but I didn’t. It left me more confused.
The doctor took the biggest breath I had seen anyone take, then he started talking.
He told me that the accident may have saved my life, as when I was brought in I was given a scan and they had found a tumor in my brain. He said that’s what had cause the black out while I was driving. They took me to theater straight away to not only fix my injuries from the accident, but they were also able to remove most of the tumor and sent it off for testing, he had received the results on the sample that day. The news gutted us.
It was cancerous, and because there was still some of it left, there was a chance it would grow back. He said that chemo it should shrink it and eventually, with any luck get rid of it. I felt like I had when Fallon died…numb.
With the support from Kyle, my family and friends, I had the chemo. Loosing my hair had to be one of the worst part of it. Mum kept telling me it would grow back. Kyle gave me the ultimate gift, he came over one day, completely bald.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, but he managed to give me something to smile about.
Everything was fine a year after the chemo was over, the tumor hadn’t grown, but my hair had and I hadn’t suffered any side affects, Kyle was even thinking of leaving us again to go back overseas. Life was what it was meant to be, until one fatal check up. The tumor had grown back, fast, and it was continuing to grow at a very fast rate. The doctors gave me mere weeks to live. There was nothing they could do to help me. The hardest thing was telling everyone, especially my best friend who had been there for me, for everything!
I am dying, and the story you have read is the flash back of my life, my romantic life…because that’s what I am and always will be a romantic.
My name is Arianah Jessamine Emily Bella Lucas, and to understand the end you will always need to understand the beginning….
30th Nov 2007, 09:45 PM
Aww, it's over? :( Well, this was a wonderful story. I enjoyed every second of it. I like how you described everything. The ending was sad and yet optimistic. Again, this was a great story, and I can't wait to see more from you. :)
1st Dec 2007, 04:10 AM
Wow. I am in awe. That was such a beautiful ending, so soft and sad and poignant. Wow. I like how it gives no hint of it through the whole story, but the general vibe once you know how it ends points to it. And I keep wanting to say 'Wow, this was so fracking awesome!" but you deserve more articulate comments than that for somehing this amazing. on second thought, no you don't.
WOW! This was so fracking awesome!! I hope you write more stories here, you are amazing.
1st Dec 2007, 11:45 AM
That was such a beautiful story. I'm sad to see it end :(
Like the others, I too hope to see more stories from you! I've enjoyed this one very much!
3rd Dec 2007, 12:08 AM
Thanks to everyone that commented (it means a lot to me). Special thanks (again) to Furry Panda for pointing out my grammar, you have made me more aware of it (hopefully i can improve it).
As for more stories, I guess i will have to see. This story didn't generate much interest and i am not sure if another one written by me will also. BUT you never know.
Thanks again for reading.
3rd Dec 2007, 12:21 AM
It didn't generate alot of interest because it was short and you're newish. I'm convinced the only reason that the stories that get tons of comments is because the members are well known and there's a little button in your siggie that's all over the place. For something to be noticed jsut on its own merits takes alot of time, which a short story typically can't manage. Don't be discouraged that your first story didn't get a lot of attention, the more you write, and post, the bigger the following you get is.
Oh and this is probably shameless, but the more people whose stories you comment in the more likely that the author will comment in yours, and if you're witty there, some of their readers might take a peek. That's hardly guaranteed though.
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