Another Forget Me Not Story

The ideas in the story also come from Jai! Silente is her character as well

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The pain. Oh god, so much pain…

She squeezes her eyes shut and shudders.

Was it actually all worth it? In these past months she has felt more pain than she had in her life. And it was all because she cared. She had told herself time and time again that caring only brings pain. For most of her life it had been easy. She hadn’t even found anyone she was tempted to care about. Instead she wondered the country, exploiting and hurting other people for her own amusement and she had never once felt guilty.

But now she had experienced guilt. Her.

The guilt was the least of her pain. She didn’t feel it for her past actions. She didn’t feel it for anything she was going to do to people. They don’t matter; they are annoying and stupid.

No, she only felt guilt for hurting the person who caused her pain. The one she loved. Love. She loved someone. Silente. Silente Tempest. The one person in the whole world she actually liked.

Ever since they met there’s been so much pain…

Her breathing quickens, almost hyperventilating and her eyes fly open, looking around desperately.

The first, and the worst, of it… James.

Just the mention of his name and her heart skips a beat.

You did it for Silente…

She reminds herself this, trying to come to terms with what had happened. She had known what was going to happen when she said she would spend 24 hours with a sadist, one she considered worse than herself.

It didn’t change anything.

It didn’t matter she had been healed after it.

She laughs a cold, broken laugh.

The healing. What a joke. It didn’t make any difference. It didn’t change how she had been used, just an object, a toy, a plaything.

That would never go away. The pain and fear would never go away, even if her love blocked off most of it.

Speaking of her…

She closes her eyes, leaning back against the wall.

The event that only she remembers.

She had blocked it from Silente’s memory; it was causing her too much pain. But now she is left with the burden of the memories, trying to hide them from Silente.

How do you hide the brief feeling of terror when your love kisses you, seeing the time when she tore you apart, only keeping you alive so you can suffer more?

She didn’t blame her, she really, truly didn’t. But one’s subconscious is a powerful weapon, and it made it impossible for her to forget.

First an object, then a meal.

It wasn’t Silente. Not really. It was Erica, controlling her emotions, making her hate you.

She knows this, yet it is hard not to see Silente, tearing her apart, eating her organs and drinking her blood while she screamed, held against the tree…

The girl shudders again, hugging her knees tightly to her chest; she is trying, and failing, to hold back her tears.

Crying.

That’s another thing she hadn’t done much of, before this. Now she had cried quite a lot, especially during the experiments.

Experiments…

This was her fault as well. She had recently come to the realization she was not just extremely sadistic, and psychopathic, but also a bit masochistic. When she and Silente were curious about how she would react to something, she would let Silente completely control her mind and make her think that event had actually happened or was happening.

They were mentally draining and almost ended with her in tears, but yet she kept offering to do them.

An object. A meal. An experiment.

That was what she was.

So. Much. Goddamn. Pain.

It would have been better if you had just not cared. Maybe killed her before you had.

That thought causes her more pain; she doesn’t know what she would do without Silente.

It’s not like you have been all that great to Silente.

That was true. She was so used to manipulating people, she had done the same to Silente multiple times, trying to get her to forget her morals.

She really did love Silente. So, so much… and while it had brought this crippling pain, it also brought such a feeling of joy and so many other wonderful feelings she couldn’t describe.

Again, she asks herself if it is all worth it.

That doesn’t matter.

She’s too far in to just quit.

A backstory

Clara sobbed, trying to press herself into the corner without touching the long, but luckily shallow, cut across her stomach. Her dress was torn and soaked in blood. Her mind was panicked and scatter and she was desperately trying to decide what to do. What was there to do when-

Her parents walked in. They both frozen and stared at her in shock.

“Clara...” Her father said. “What -?” he hesitated. “What happened?”

She stood up slowly, grimacing. “I think,” her voice shook. A clear thought formed in her mind. Weakling. She made her voice hard. “I think you know perfectly well.”

“Clara, honey, we have no idea. Please, tell us what happened,” her mother responded, her voice thick with concern. Fake concern.

“STOP LYING!” Clara screamed, tears streaming down her face. “I KNOW YOU SENT SOMEONE TO KILL ME! TO KILL YOUR DAUGHTER”

“Clara, that’s ridi-“

She cut her father off. “NO. I CAN READ YOUR MIND. I KNOW. STOP LYING”

A fresh wave of pain washed over her and she slumped to the ground.

“Just stop lying…” she whispered.

Her parents stood over her, glaring.

“Fine.” Her father finally replied. “We did send someone to kill you. And I guess we’ll have to finish the job for ourselves now.”

“Why..?”

“You’re not our daughter,” her mother spat. “You’re some psycho who mind controls people into doing anything for her. I don’t know what you are or how you do it, but you are not our daughter.”

How do they know about my powers? She instinctively looked into her mother’s mind and found it completely different than it had been any other time. She saw all the same memories, but in a different light. This time, instead of the love or emptiness she normally found, there was hate and fear. Her parents had realized. They realized she pushed at their emotions and had hid their true thoughts from her. She hadn’t harmed them in any way or even been in their minds all that much. And they tried to kill her. She felt hatred and anger welling up inside of her and stood up. Even though she was only eight and much shorter than her parents, they both took a step back.

She looked at them and shook her head. “You’ve made a horrible choice.”

Her father pulled a knife out of his jacket and unsheathed it. Her mother smirked. “No, I think it’s you that made a horr-.” Her eyes widen and she gurgled as Clara’s father dove the knife into her throat. Now it was Clara’s turn to smirk as she instructed her father to stab himself next. He fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his next and mingling with her mother’s. She laughed at them both, feeling so powerful while they lay at her feet. Well. Now what?

Clara looked around her room, then realized she too was spilling blood. She went to the bathroom, grabbed a wash cloth and soaked it in warm water, gently cleaning the blood off. She then bandaged it up to the best of her abilities and put on a clean, blue dress. She walked back into her room and looked at her parents again. She carefully knelt down and dipped her finger in their blood, writing “Forget Me Not” beside them. She wiped her finger on her mother’s shirt and stood up. She grabbed a draw string bag from her closet and put together a small bundle of things then left her house, her mind full of violence.

Bus of (Supposed to say behold)

BEG OLD! (Behold!)

THE!

CARGILL!!! (Catgull!)

~DFTBA

Dugglyn

BRANDI CARLILE AT ZOO TUNES WITH THE INDIGO GIRLS!! :D :D :D

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SHE WAVED AT US. AND SANG TO US
SHE BENT DOWN AND MOUTHED THE LYRICS AT US.
I SCREAMED WHEN THE INDIGO GIRLS INTRODUCED HER EVEN THOUGH I KNOW SHE WAS COMING BECAUSE SHE ALWAYS DOES BUT I WAS SO EXCITED.
WE WATCHED HER SIDE STAGE WATCHUNG THE INDIGO GIRLS AND WHEN PEOPLE WERE CLAPPING MAYA SCREAMED "BRANDI!" AND SHE TURNED AND WAVED AND I WAS SHAKING AND QLMOST CRYING I WAS SO HAPPY AND MY FACE STILL HURTS FROM SMILING AND IT WAS SO GREAT AND THEN SHE THROUGB US PICKS AND MAYA GOT A BRANDI CARLILE PICK AND JANE GOT AN INDIGO GIRLS PICK AND I HAVE TK ADMIT I'M JEALOUS BUT IT'S GETTING KINDA SQUASHED BY ALL MY EXCITEMENT OMLI BEST NIGHT EVER
JBDJPBWEABJELCQECJBLAECBCJLBQECBIBIPEQCJBPEACJBIBEACPECIBPEQCBIPEQFIBPEQFBIPEQFIBPEQCIBPEQFIBPEAFEIBCL



BRANDI CARLILE IS THE BEST

AND THEY WERE ALL WEARING THE ANIMAL HATS AND OMLI IT WAS AMAZING 

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

(possibly) Cool Pictures

My cats have decided they like sleeping on shelves with fabric on them, the first two pictures being them in the cabinet in which we keep our table clothes. The third one is Daisy in my dresser.
They're so cute! :D

They also like couches and chairs of course!

And then we drove to Winthrop (north eastern part of Washington state) and the drive is beautiful!

There were also really pretty lakes!

Part of the drive goes by the Oso landslide. It's huge, the whole hill side just came down and wiped out everything in its path..

That's all folks!

Dftba!

Our wonderful, wonderful place

This is one of favorite places and I'm so excited for the next couple of days!
Here's our view..

And zoomed in a bit..

And the weirdest street name ever!

Dftba

~Dugglyn

Forget Me Not

Ah ha! It is done!
And soon I'm gonna have to read it to me class. O.o
I'm pretty proud of it, enjoy! :D

Katie walked briskly down the street towards her house, the smell of rain heavy in the air and thick grey clouds covering the late afternoon sun. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk and her keys jangled in the outer left pocket of her candy-apple-red purse. As she neared the corner she noticed the young girl selling homemade candy apples in front of her house. She frowned; Katie had never seen this girl before though she knew most of her neighbors. It was also odd to see any stands; her quiet street would not be a good one for selling things. The girl had long blonde hair, so blonde it was almost white, and it covered her face as she studied something on her stand. As Katie approached the girl looked up. Her eyes were a beautiful blue-green and they seemed to sparkle like the ocean on a sunny day. A flicker of emotion crossed her face but it was gone so fast Katie couldn't read what it was. Instead it was replaced with a bright, innocent smile.
"Hello! Would you like an apple? They're only $2!"
Katie smiled back, "No thanks, not today. Maybe another time, they do look good!"
The girl looked her in the eyes, her smile dimming a bit. "You don't actually think that, do you? You want one! It matches your purse. You want an apple."
Katie bit her lip, debating this. She kept thinking about a candy apple. So sweet and juicy. And it wasn't really unhealthy, it was basically an apple. She slowly reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. She had just opened it when a fat rain drop landed on her nose. She suddenly noticed a great many things. She could smell the rain again and feel the cold nipping at her nose; it was as if her senses had been sharpened. Or dulled then returned to normal…
Katie frowned, not even knowing why she had considered a candy apple; she didn't like them.
She forced a smile back on her face. "I'll pass, thanks." And she hurried back to her house.
The next day when she left for work in the morning, a cotton-candy-blue purse on her shoulder, there was no sign of the girl or her stand. Katie let out a sigh of relief, then laughed at herself. She had no reason to be scared of the sweet little girl. Maybe if she was back this afternoon Katie would get something from her, even if she didn't like it, as an apology for yesterday.
When Katie arrived home in the afternoon the girl was waiting outside her house again, this time with baby blue cotton candy. As she neared the stand the girl jumped up from the small wooden stool she had been sitting on.
"Hello! Would you like some cotton candy? Only $2, and it matches your purse!"
Katie looked down and noticed that the colors were almost identical.
"Wow, you're right. Yes, I would like one cotton candy please."
The girl smiled sweetly. "Of course!" She held one out to Katie. "That will be $2!"
Katie smiled back handing her $3 and taking the cotton candy. "Keep the change!"
The girl's face lit up. "Thanks! Have a nice day!"
"You too."
Later, when Katie ate the cotton candy she was amazed at how good it was. Somehow it was better than most cotton candy, though she wasn't sure how much it varied in taste. The more she ate, the more she craved and when she finished Katie went outside to buy more, but the girl was gone.
The next day was Sunday and Katie didn't have work. All she could think about was the girl and the cotton candy; she spent most of the day waiting for her to show up like a young kid waits for their best friend to arrive. By 4:00 p.m, when Katie normally came home, she still hadn’t appeared. She sighed and decided to watch an episode of House Hunters.
 When it finished she half-heartedly checked out the window. The girl was there! Katie grabbed her wallet and rushed outside, eager to buy whatever the girl was selling. She didn't notice the rain or the wind or the cold, all she was focused on was the stand.
"Hello!" The girl called cheerfully. "Would you like some pink lemonade? Only $2 and it matches your wallet!"
Katie glanced down at her wallet. It was the same color as the lemonade. "Why yes it does! But isn't $2 a bit much for lemonade? Normally it's only 50¢."
The girl looked annoyed. "No it's not. $2 is a perfectly reasonable price and you want to buy some."
Katie nodded. She didn't consider that it was odd day to sell lemonade for she still hadn't noticed the rain which was coming down harder. "Okay, of course. You're right. Here's $2"
The girl took it and handed her a cup of pink lemonade in return. As Katie turn to leave the girl called her back. "Why don't you sit with me and drink it?"
Katie smiled. "Of course."
The girl pulled another stool out from under the stand and Katie sat, sipping the lemonade. As she drank the girl began to talk. Katie's mind had gone blank, lacking any thoughts of her own and she agreed to what the girl had said.
As Katie walked away the girl smirked.
“See you tomorrow,” she whispered.

The next day was bright and sunny, perfect for the baseball game Katie was going to, but she didn't notice. She blankly grabbed her grape colored purse and walked out of the house. She failed to notice the bright bird song or the faint smell of the ocean. All she saw was the girl. The girl was already waiting where her stand had been the day before and when Katie reached her the girl handed her a grape candy.
“It matches your purse.” She said.
Katie popped it into her mouth and together they walked the two blocks to the bus stop. On the bus they sat side by side, Katie staring straight ahead. They didn’t speak.
When the bus reached the stadium the girl pushed through the throng of people that had boarded the bus, Katie trailing behind her. Katie bought them both tickets and they found their seats, the plastic hot from the sun, burning Katie’s legs. She didn’t feel a thing.
The girl was smiling broadly as more and more people sat around them. When the stand was almost filled she turned to Katie.
“Are you ready?”
Katie nodded blankly back, reached into her purse and pulled out a gun. She turned and shot the person behind her, conveying no emotion. People began screaming as blood gushed out of the woman's wound and she slowly began to bleed to death. The man she was with, most likely her husband or boyfriend, was trying to carry her away so Katie shot him too. She turned and shot four more people before reaching into her purse and reloading the gun. The remaining people, screaming and crying, ran for the exit like deer running from a predator. No one else tried to grab the dying. Katie shot six more times, and reloaded and shot six more. Next to her the girl stayed where she was, grinning. As security guards and police began to replace the civilians the girl turned to Katie.
"For your final task you must shoot yourself. You cannot be caught; it is a fate worse than dying."
Again Katie nodded. She turned the gun around, pressing it to her temple and calmly pulled the trigger, falling to the ground dead.
The girl flashed an evil grin and disappeared into the crowd, completely forgotten.