Apollinariya Dimitrova
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- Redwood wand 14 inches Essence of Unicorn Mane hair.
[Nick, While I tried my hardest to make it put suicide in a negative light I will put this.
SUICIDE IS BY NO MEANS EVER THE SOLUTION TO ANY PROBLEM. IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MAY COMMIT SUICIDE, CALL A HOTLINE...THERE ARE OTHER WAYS.]
It was a cold December evening, The last rays of sunlight were peeking over the horizion, Snow layed on top of the landscape like a thick white blanket, and there was a lone figure on top of the north tower who could not appreciate the beauty of the view.
Apollinariya drew in a shaky breath and looked out cursing the view, To her...No such beauty should be allowed to exist amongst humans anymore because the only person that was worthy of seeing such sights was now gone. Apollinariya on the other hand, Was definitely not a sight for sore eyes. Her usually long, sleek, straight black hair was a frazzled mop. Her eyes, which usually had expertly applied makeup caked on them and a sharp icy glint to them, were now severely smeared and about the color of cloudy pool water.
She scanned her eyes over the letter again. Before clutching it tightly, crunching it into a little ball, and throwing it into the floor. "Shes dead...She's actually dead...That bastard killed her!" she exclaimed in a harsh whisper to nobody, feeling a second wave of tears start to spill out of her eyes, scorching her face like a brand as they rolled down her cheeks.
Apollinariya sank down the wall and into the floor. She sank back and closed her eyes, trying to contemplate her next move. She had ran up to the north tower to end it all once and for all but now that she was actually up here she had to stop and think. Why am I doing this? I've always looked down upon the weak, and escaping a problem by taking your own life is a very cowardly thing to do. she thought getting up, she would rather be depressed and keep her dignity than be known as the suicidal psycho after death.
She was standing in the doorway when memories of life with her father came back to her. She had spent the past few months in blissful forgetfullness, she knew the only reason she was even alive up to this point was because of all the sacrifices her mother had made. With that one thing keeping her tied to life and sanity gone...What reason did she have for living?
She climbed up the towers wall and was standing on the edge of it looking down. It really was a very long fall, This will work... she thought casting a stray cushioning charm To make it look like I fell... she thought with a firm grip on her wand, she bent her legs preparing for the jump, I will be with you soon mother... she thought as she prepared to take the final fall into death.
[Nick, While I tried my hardest to make it put suicide in a negative light I will put this.
SUICIDE IS BY NO MEANS EVER THE SOLUTION TO ANY PROBLEM. IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MAY COMMIT SUICIDE, CALL A HOTLINE...THERE ARE OTHER WAYS.]
SUICIDE IS BY NO MEANS EVER THE SOLUTION TO ANY PROBLEM. IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MAY COMMIT SUICIDE, CALL A HOTLINE...THERE ARE OTHER WAYS.]
It was a cold December evening, The last rays of sunlight were peeking over the horizion, Snow layed on top of the landscape like a thick white blanket, and there was a lone figure on top of the north tower who could not appreciate the beauty of the view.
Apollinariya drew in a shaky breath and looked out cursing the view, To her...No such beauty should be allowed to exist amongst humans anymore because the only person that was worthy of seeing such sights was now gone. Apollinariya on the other hand, Was definitely not a sight for sore eyes. Her usually long, sleek, straight black hair was a frazzled mop. Her eyes, which usually had expertly applied makeup caked on them and a sharp icy glint to them, were now severely smeared and about the color of cloudy pool water.
She scanned her eyes over the letter again. Before clutching it tightly, crunching it into a little ball, and throwing it into the floor. "Shes dead...She's actually dead...That bastard killed her!" she exclaimed in a harsh whisper to nobody, feeling a second wave of tears start to spill out of her eyes, scorching her face like a brand as they rolled down her cheeks.
Apollinariya sank down the wall and into the floor. She sank back and closed her eyes, trying to contemplate her next move. She had ran up to the north tower to end it all once and for all but now that she was actually up here she had to stop and think. Why am I doing this? I've always looked down upon the weak, and escaping a problem by taking your own life is a very cowardly thing to do. she thought getting up, she would rather be depressed and keep her dignity than be known as the suicidal psycho after death.
She was standing in the doorway when memories of life with her father came back to her. She had spent the past few months in blissful forgetfullness, she knew the only reason she was even alive up to this point was because of all the sacrifices her mother had made. With that one thing keeping her tied to life and sanity gone...What reason did she have for living?
She climbed up the towers wall and was standing on the edge of it looking down. It really was a very long fall, This will work... she thought casting a stray cushioning charm To make it look like I fell... she thought with a firm grip on her wand, she bent her legs preparing for the jump, I will be with you soon mother... she thought as she prepared to take the final fall into death.
[Nick, While I tried my hardest to make it put suicide in a negative light I will put this.
SUICIDE IS BY NO MEANS EVER THE SOLUTION TO ANY PROBLEM. IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MAY COMMIT SUICIDE, CALL A HOTLINE...THERE ARE OTHER WAYS.]