For 4 minuets and 47 seconds the world was relieved of my wretched presence. I’m sure the sky was brighter and flowers bloomed about Dr. Suresh’s lab, the earth celebrating the death of the most awful person in the world. You see, I met this little girl at the apartment. During our brief time together, she let me cry into her teddy bear. Then she told me that my brother was dead. It was as if any light that had ever lived in me vanished. This is how my thought process went after I my brain registerd the news:
WHY? WAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE????!!!! ALEJANDRO!!!!! ALLLLEEEEJANDROOOOO!!!! WE DID SO MUCH TOGETHER WHEN MAMA WASN’T LOOKING? I WILL WITHER WITHOUT YOUR TOUCH AND SWEET SMELL!! SYBRIEL!!!! MY ANGEL HAS BETRAYED ME! INKOWIDESERVEDITBUTWHYCOULDN’TYOUHAVEKILLEDMEINSTE- bang, I died. It was imediate and blissful and even though I was dead, I rejoiced as the world celebrated my departure. I saw a light. I tried to run away, as I am not worthy, but I was like a moth to the flame. And lo and behold! Alejandro!
Our embrace seemed to last forever.
“My love,” he whispered.
“My sunshine,” I whispered back. “I see now. There is only you. There cannot be another. I am not as strong as mother. I cannot have a milkman, only you. I’m sorry, Alejandro,”
“Shhh, Maya, our journey is at an end. My goodness and wonderful looks have saved us both. Onward, where we will be together forever. An erternity of ice cream and macaroni and cheese. We will be togther forever…”
“Oh, Alejandro. I can’t wait,” Our embrace grew tighter and I squealed with pure joy. “I love y-”
And I was back. “Wait. I thought I was dead!” I exclaimed. “I demand to know what happened! I found my place in death! I am a curse here and there I am blessed in an eternity of latin spooning. Why am I not dead?” Dr. Suresh looked so pleased with himself. I started to cry. He patted my back, but he couldn’t understand my sorrow. And now that Alejandro and I are speparated again, no one ever will. Sybriel… Sylar? certainly doesn’t. He only wanted my body. My body, the carrier of this curse to humanity. I wanted to kill myself again, but Dr. Suresh looked so pleased with himself. And when the blonde woman stormed in and chased Syb- Sylar away, I knew I would only scar her innocent soul if I blew my brains out. And poor Dr. Suresh. He has such nice clothes. He would be so angry if I got my cursed blood and brains on his pink shirt and neon green scarf.
Anway, I’m still alive and a ex-congressman has been shot. I feel horrible. It as if he were my sacrificial lamb. He is mortally wounded with his life up in the air and I live. Why? WHY? His family and the millions of people in the world show saw him on TV (he gives such lovely speeches) hate me. They know. I know they know. And the world and I are united in hatred for myself. Poor World. Poor sexy congressman. I hope Syb…lar didn’t steal my whip. I have so many things to punish myself for. Maybe Dr. Suresh and his white daughter can help me find it. Doctors carry hot iron cattle rods, don’t they?
You need a vacation-
Lol! I totally like, used you. Hopefully I can kill you again and then molest your dead body, hehe!
It seems you have been given a second chance for a better storyline…I mean a new life…My personal suggestion, if you don’t want to go the death route is…Don’t stand up and scream at the psychopath holding a gun.
@ Nathan’s comment: Lol!
OMG you’re like getting a second chance, I’m like, gettign a second chance…
WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS!
awwwwww baby it ok your brother will be there waiting and i’m sure he wants you to be happy with the new chance you’ve been given.
o_O ummmmmmm Syler is ummmmmm ya but no thats EWWY D: