Read this... no MyChem, just posted it here so you culd read it... =) Sorry!
By: Drareg Rie'ma/sayDIE
They are gathered around the little girl's black casket. Crying, weeping, hiccupping…
Some were only staring right ahead, still couldn't believe that it took only one moment to let her see the world then one moment to take her away from them.
She was loved because of her silliness. She was optimistic but deep inside her, she was a very pessimistic girl. She was always smiling… and hiding her tears behind those perfect smiles. She would always joke and laugh, and it helped in concealing and partly forgetting for a moment all the pain she felt.
They would always laugh whenever she did. It was as if when she laughs, everybody should too. She had a silly, loud laugh. People label her "crazy" but she never cared when they said that. Like what her idol always say, "I'm not psychotic, I just like psychotic things".
She loved dark songs. And punk, rock, emo or goth. Even mellow songs. She loved to "scream" along with her favorite songs. She never learned how to play guitar, she was taken away sooner than she thought.
She loved imagining things. She loved thinking about meeting her idols in person or about her crushes. She loved thinking about her own death too, sometimes.
She loved writing. Fanfics, poems, plain stories… she loved art but it didn't love her back. She knew not to draw.
She loved eating chocolates. She hated veggies and fruits. She never ate those.
She loved giving her friends and crushes codenames.
She loved to tease.
She loved labeling herself as "Angel" or "Goddess of the Princesses Angels". Everytime she walks inside their classroom her guy friends would play "soldiers" and they would raise their arms as if it were swords to "welcome" her then put it down when she reached them to "cut her face off". Then they would all laugh.
She loved surfing the net and looking for pics, watching videos, researching about her celebrity crush or just posting her stories, journals, shoutouts and blogs.
She loved taking pictures, imitating Alicia Simmons' poses.
She was addicted to Alicia Simmons and My Chemical Romance, especially Gerard Way. She would always defend them when she and her friends have a friendly argument about them.
She had so many groups. She loved organizations and groups. She loved naming things. Even her guitar, stuff toys and diary.
She loved labeling one of her bears as her "baby".
She hated sluts and bitches. She hated those flirts who did nothing but talk about boys.
She hated KSPs (those who do everything just to be noticed).
She hated it when people trash talk her friends.
She was funny, bubbly and carefree.
She was a fighter who defends her belief and what she loves.
She was no crybaby; she barely cried. It was because she was too "strong" to actually cry. She cries from her heart, not from her eyes, and you couldn't see those tears falling or coming out.
She tried to slit her wrists once but it didn't work.
But I guess it was her time now.
Probably having cancer was the hardest pain she have had to deal with. Not the pain of dying but the pain of leaving the ones she loved.
When she was in the hospital, she still laughed though it sounded weak. She still joked though no one could laugh anymore. She still smiled but everybody could see through her pain. She looked so weak and lifeless though she tried hard to conceal it.
She died that afternoon. Everybody was there. They were talking when suddenly she smiled at them, a few tears falling from her eyes. Then she whispered, "Goodbye…"
Everybody cried and wanted to revive her but it was her time.
Up until her last breath, Rie'ma was disenchanted with herself for hurting the people she loved. She was disappointed cuz they showed her no smiles for the past weeks and it was because of her…
It was the day of my heroine's death. I never thought it would be this soon. She was only 13… why did they have to take her away so early?
Questions fill my head… who would be my heroine in my stories? Who would think of my death? Who would watch my favorite shows? Who would text me when I'm feeling lonely? Who would cry with me? Who would laugh with me?
I hated Rie'ma at first but I have learned to love her…
She loved her family.
She loved her teachers… or at least most of them.
She loved her friends.
She loved her schoolmates and classmates.
She hated bitches and assholes and jerks and perves.
She loved ME.
I'm her friend. You could just call me Rie'ma. I'm 13. A self-proclaimed angel. One who died of cancer. The one who wrote and planned and typed this.
And my heroine is myself.
A/N: I dunno, this just came to me one day… these are all true, except that cancer and dying thing of course. Reviews are highly appreciated.