Note: Dang, I finally got something on again. And for all my lovely fans of eighter "Underneath My Smile" or "Angelwings", I'll get those updated ASAP! I just don't have as much time to type as I would wish to have. And please, don't bug me to update anything; I'll get everything updated as soon as I possibly can O.K.? So leave me alone, if you're a bugger. Oh and for this story, you'll never belive who I made into a couple! Its two people you'll never expect, but now for me, I just think they look cute together. And also, this story takes place six years after the show, but this first part takes place just two years later, K? So enjoy, and don't forget to review even if ya gonna flame me. Oh and don't flame cuz you're hatin' on my characters or something, the only bad reviews I want have to contain constructive criticism! And honestly this story just isn't my best work at this moment, "Angelwings" is. And man if you read "Angelwings" and than this one you'll wonder what the hec happened.
Trapped in Eternal Darkness Prologue: Suicide
Rain fell heavily and mercilessly on Dimmsdale. Made puddles upon the ground, trillions of water spots on windows. It forced people to take umbrellas outside, to wear raincoats and jackets, to be extra careful on the road, and it forced children inside the house.
Timmy, Chester, and A.J. stared miserably out the windows of each of their houses. It was Saturday and they'd wanted to go to the fair together, but it had to rain. It just had to rain; no one felt happy in Dimmsdale today, no one but Vicky.
The malicious teenage girl lie upon her bed on her back counting her money. Today was her birthday and she was now eighteen and old enough to get her own house, wich she planned on doing. Vicky couldn't wait to move out, to get her own place, her own life.
"Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to meeeee. Happy Birthday to me!" She sang and threw her money in the air, watching it slowly float back down.
"Finally!" Vicky shouted. "My own house. Won't that be great Doidle? Just you, me, and all my other pets! We'll move far away from my Mom, Dad, Tootie, and all my family. Far away from everyone who hates me and knows what happened." Vicky got down and pet her dog on his head, her smile completely gone from having to remember what she did. "That'll be great, huh? But than I should probably take Tootie with me. I mean there isn't always someone here to watch her, and she doesn't have any friends or anything. And its not like she ment to be Mom and Dad's favorite, that's kinda… my fault." Vicky turned her head, thinking silently. "Yeah," She breathed, "that'll be cool. I could also use her to do some work around my house. I'll go ask K, Doidle? I don't care what Mom and Dad think, they hate me anyways." Vicky rose and began to walk to her younger sister's room, wich was just a bathroom and a closet away. When she got there, she just opened the door without knocking first and came right in.
"Hey Tootie I wa-" Vicky gasped horribly at the sight of her sister sitting on the ground, eyes shut, with a gun to her head with a shaky hand. "Tootie!" She shouted I shock, and immediately ran to the small girl. Tearing the gun from her sister's small hand, bloody memories resurfaced in Vicky's mind, causing panic to surge through her. She grabbed Tootie's head with both of her hands, and stared deep into the girl's black eyes. "Tootie what were you thinking?" She asked a little harshly for the situation. "Why were you about to end your own life?"
"Why the hec do you care?" Tootie asked coldly.
Vicky was shocked at what her raven-haired sister told her. She'd never heard her like this before.
"Because you're my sister." Vicky said firmly.
Tootie's little eyes narrowed, "Sister or not, you hate me."
"Look Tootie I don't hate you o.k.?" However Vicky paused, knowing her words were not the truth. "Well maybe I've acted that way, but,…O.K., maybe I kinda do, but I guess its really not your fault. Mom and Dad, they love you so much, and they… hate me."
"That's no reason to torture me." Tootie said in a shaky voice.
"I know, I know." Vicky sighed. "I just can't help it. All this stuff with Mom, Dad, and everyone else- it makes me so angry, I don't know why, but it dose. And well, that anger's got to go somewhere." Vicky explained.
"That's not an excuse." Tootie said arms crossed.
"I know." Vicky breathed. "Its still all my fault anyways. I'm sorry Tootie, I'm so sorry."
"Maybe they don't like you cause your mean." Tootie said like a five-year-old instead of the twelve-year-old she was.
"No." Vicky said, and it all flashed before her eyes, the words ringing harshly in her ears.
"She's gone and it's all your fault!" Vicky's dad Vick shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her.
"But Dad-"
"Don't you 'but dad' me, you know as well as I that my niece Rene would still be here if it wasn't for you!" Vick interrupted and threw his beer bottle at his oldest daughter.
12-year-old Vicky shrieked, turning her face from danger as the glass bottle crashed just inches away from her. Slowly she turned her face back, in a way unsurprised that her dad acted so violently towards her. She understood his anger, though she wished he felt differently.
"Man, couldn't even help your own cousin." Vick mumbled, walking off.
The bloody memory of Vicky's cousin, Rene's last hours entered the girl's mind. Miserably she watched as the sobbing girl took the gun to her head and shot herself right in front of Vicky. A mixture of guilt and sorrow filled the 12-year-old, she couldn't believe she allowed her cousin, her best friend, to end her own life. Tears of angry sorrow began to roll down Vicky's cheeks and she turned to her mom for some needed comfort, but instead upon her mother's face was the coldest glare she had ever seen. Immediately Vicky lost control of her emotions and she was sobbing badly, now seeing that she had lost both her parent's affection.
"Shut up Vicky!" Vick shouted from another room, "You're going to wake up Tootie, you know the kid in this house that matters."
And she was silent.
Anger burned up in Vicky, all of a sudden she just wanted to slap Tootie and hate her all over again. Clenching her hands into fists, Vicky looked up at her sister, who glared back at her. But than Vicky noticed something in Tootie's eyes, noticed pain and anger that seemed to reflect her own soul. Suddenly Vicky's gaze softened, she knew why this was in her sister's eyes, because of her. Because she tortured her, made her do her chores, destroyed all her toys. Because she allowed jealousy to control her, and for that she almost had to pay with her sister's life. Vicky looked to Tootie's side, where their father's gun lay, this was their because of her.
Slowly Vicky looked back to her sister, who now had tears trailing from her black eyes. "I almost lost you." Vicky whispered. "Just like I'd lost Rene." Suddenly her lower lip began to quiver and her vision blurred as she began to cry. "I'm so sorry Tootie. I don't mean to be mean all the time and to hurt you." Vicky leaned forward and embraced her younger sister. "I don't mean to make you cry or to make you feel like you wanna die. I'm sorry, I didn't think I was driving you to this. Please, I don't want you to kill yourself, suicide is a horrible thing. Please don't do it, I'm sorry."
Just than Vicky felt Tootie return her embrace and she actually smiled for the first time in so long.
"Its o.k. Vicky." Tootie whispered. "I forgive you."