Post by Elena Jones on Jan 16, 2012 0:32:43 GMT -5
Warning: character death.
Disclamer: I don't own hetalia or any of it's characters. Nor do I own Cali, Mass, and Space Ranger.
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New York sat in the tub, eyes dull as she watched the last of the scarlet water fade. She stood up, grabbing her cola, and made her way to her bed room. She opened the door, and quietly entered, flipping on the light. She stepped over the mess, made in a maddened fit, to look at her reflection in the mirror.
She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. It was sad, with so many emotions swimming in it. But it was still a smile, and a more real one then any she had been showing lately.
She didn’t know why she was smiling. Maybe it was the relief of getting all her emotions out, even if it was in this way. That must be it, she decided, turning her back on the mirror as she changed into her panties and new short nightgown, specially chosen for this. She made sure to place an envelope on the nightstand next to her bed. That was the most important detail of all. If that envelope wasn’t there, no one would understand.
With a last look around the room, she lay down on her bed, and closed her eyes. She was scared, but excited at the same time. How sad, she thought. This was the only thing that held any excitement for her anymore.
New York closed her eyes and pulled the covers up. She held the doll, a teddy bear, giving to her by Holland many years ago, close to her. Listening to the rain which had been pouring for at least a week now, the state of New York finally fell asleep.
New Jersey walked up the steps to his little sister’s house. He wanted to see her, as he felt something was wrong. This feeling was only intensified by the fact that her front door was unlocked. She never left the front door unlocked.
Nervous, the state stepped into the house. A look of shock took over his face. The first room was perfectly clean, almost sparking.
He carefully moved through the house, finding the rest just as clean. This worried him even more. Where was his sister? With the house quiet, maybe she wasn’t here. But instinct told him otherwise. She had to be here.
There was one place he hadn’t looked, but he didn’t think she would be there. After all, she was almost never in her bedroom. But now, standing in front of the door, he was sure this was where she was.
“Elena?” New Jersey peeked his head in, and found the room a mess. It was almost a comfort until he noticed the figure in the bed, still and unmoving. He made his way through the mess to the bed, and gently shacked the girl laying there. “Elena. Hey, Elena!” why wasn’t she responding?
He noticed the red stain on the cover, and pulled it off, only to be rendered speechless at the sight.
“Elena.” the name came out in a whisper as he carefully traced the words carved into her. “Useless, greedy, shallow, selfish” he read a few of the many words outloud, tears now in his eyes as he looked over the rest of her. He sat on the bed and pulled the girl close. He couldn’t feel a pulse, the grim confirmation of what he already knew. “Damn it Yorkie!” His head dropped as he brushed some hair out of her face. “Damn it. Why did you do this? WHY!?” he asked, his voice breaking as he spoke, tears falling onto his little sister’s face.
New Jersey looked around. Was there a note of some kind? He saw the envelope on the table next to the bed. Laying his sister in his lap, he picked up the envelope and opened it, pulling out the letter inside. His heart broke as he recognized his sister’s handwriting.
To whomever it may concern,
I suppose by now, you’ve found me. Yeah, I know, I’m a coward. I’m dramatic doing this, but I needed to. But let’s get one thing straight, it is no one’s fault except my own. Don’t blame yourselves. It’s not your fault.
And please don’t cry too much for me. You guys are better off without me. The next New York will be better than I am. So be nice to them. They’ll have enough on their plate; they don’t need a bunch of angry states on them also.
Look, the truth is, I’m so corrupt and unhappy, I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. Those words on me are what I really am. Mean, evil, selfish. I don’t want to be that. I want to be good, and happy. And I’m sorry that this is the only way to do that.
Before I end this, I just have to say a few things to some close people.
Dad: Well, I guess I wasn’t as strong as you thought. I know you know I tried to be like you, but this, this cowardly part that gave up isn’t in you. So please, keep being strong for everyone else.
Angel: Hey chicka. Guess I can’t be your maid of honor now. I’m sorry about that. And I’m sorry I won’t be there in person to see you when you walk down the aisle. I know you’ll look beautiful. But hey, don’t be too upset. Just remember to have an extra glass of wine for me. Love you Angel.
Cali: Hey girl. I’m going to miss you. But hey, this means you get to be the best state. You better live up to that. And I’m sending flying rose bunny to live with you. Please take good care of her.
Mass: I’m just going to come out and say it already. I love you. I love you so much, and I was too scared to every admit it. But I know you don’t feel the same way, so it doesn’t matter, now does it. I just needed to get that off my chest. And my Yankees are still better than your Red Socks.
Space Ranger: Hey there little brother. Guess this mean you won’t be getting hit with spoons anymore. That’s one thing to be happy about. I just want to tell you to be strong, and don’t be so much of a loner. We all love you here, and I’ll be sad if I find out from an angel (or demon. you never know) that you’re shut off. So listen to me, relax with those hugs, got it. A hug never killed anyone.
Sean: Hi. I have a feeling you’re going to be the first one reading this. I hope you don’t think any less of me because of this. I’m sorry, because I know you’re crying reading this. But, listen, the new New York…I want you to show them the ropes, and help them out. Love them just as if they were me, no, more than if they were me. Got it? And please take care of Bruce for me. I love you big brother.
Ok, to everyone else, I love you all. Take care of eachother and be strong. I’ll watch over you all. Goodbye.
With all my love,
Elena “New York” Jones
~~~
Don't ask...just...I don't know where this came from...it just hit me...
Disclamer: I don't own hetalia or any of it's characters. Nor do I own Cali, Mass, and Space Ranger.
~~~
New York sat in the tub, eyes dull as she watched the last of the scarlet water fade. She stood up, grabbing her cola, and made her way to her bed room. She opened the door, and quietly entered, flipping on the light. She stepped over the mess, made in a maddened fit, to look at her reflection in the mirror.
She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. It was sad, with so many emotions swimming in it. But it was still a smile, and a more real one then any she had been showing lately.
She didn’t know why she was smiling. Maybe it was the relief of getting all her emotions out, even if it was in this way. That must be it, she decided, turning her back on the mirror as she changed into her panties and new short nightgown, specially chosen for this. She made sure to place an envelope on the nightstand next to her bed. That was the most important detail of all. If that envelope wasn’t there, no one would understand.
With a last look around the room, she lay down on her bed, and closed her eyes. She was scared, but excited at the same time. How sad, she thought. This was the only thing that held any excitement for her anymore.
New York closed her eyes and pulled the covers up. She held the doll, a teddy bear, giving to her by Holland many years ago, close to her. Listening to the rain which had been pouring for at least a week now, the state of New York finally fell asleep.
***
New Jersey walked up the steps to his little sister’s house. He wanted to see her, as he felt something was wrong. This feeling was only intensified by the fact that her front door was unlocked. She never left the front door unlocked.
Nervous, the state stepped into the house. A look of shock took over his face. The first room was perfectly clean, almost sparking.
He carefully moved through the house, finding the rest just as clean. This worried him even more. Where was his sister? With the house quiet, maybe she wasn’t here. But instinct told him otherwise. She had to be here.
There was one place he hadn’t looked, but he didn’t think she would be there. After all, she was almost never in her bedroom. But now, standing in front of the door, he was sure this was where she was.
“Elena?” New Jersey peeked his head in, and found the room a mess. It was almost a comfort until he noticed the figure in the bed, still and unmoving. He made his way through the mess to the bed, and gently shacked the girl laying there. “Elena. Hey, Elena!” why wasn’t she responding?
He noticed the red stain on the cover, and pulled it off, only to be rendered speechless at the sight.
“Elena.” the name came out in a whisper as he carefully traced the words carved into her. “Useless, greedy, shallow, selfish” he read a few of the many words outloud, tears now in his eyes as he looked over the rest of her. He sat on the bed and pulled the girl close. He couldn’t feel a pulse, the grim confirmation of what he already knew. “Damn it Yorkie!” His head dropped as he brushed some hair out of her face. “Damn it. Why did you do this? WHY!?” he asked, his voice breaking as he spoke, tears falling onto his little sister’s face.
New Jersey looked around. Was there a note of some kind? He saw the envelope on the table next to the bed. Laying his sister in his lap, he picked up the envelope and opened it, pulling out the letter inside. His heart broke as he recognized his sister’s handwriting.
To whomever it may concern,
I suppose by now, you’ve found me. Yeah, I know, I’m a coward. I’m dramatic doing this, but I needed to. But let’s get one thing straight, it is no one’s fault except my own. Don’t blame yourselves. It’s not your fault.
And please don’t cry too much for me. You guys are better off without me. The next New York will be better than I am. So be nice to them. They’ll have enough on their plate; they don’t need a bunch of angry states on them also.
Look, the truth is, I’m so corrupt and unhappy, I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. Those words on me are what I really am. Mean, evil, selfish. I don’t want to be that. I want to be good, and happy. And I’m sorry that this is the only way to do that.
Before I end this, I just have to say a few things to some close people.
Dad: Well, I guess I wasn’t as strong as you thought. I know you know I tried to be like you, but this, this cowardly part that gave up isn’t in you. So please, keep being strong for everyone else.
Angel: Hey chicka. Guess I can’t be your maid of honor now. I’m sorry about that. And I’m sorry I won’t be there in person to see you when you walk down the aisle. I know you’ll look beautiful. But hey, don’t be too upset. Just remember to have an extra glass of wine for me. Love you Angel.
Cali: Hey girl. I’m going to miss you. But hey, this means you get to be the best state. You better live up to that. And I’m sending flying rose bunny to live with you. Please take good care of her.
Mass: I’m just going to come out and say it already. I love you. I love you so much, and I was too scared to every admit it. But I know you don’t feel the same way, so it doesn’t matter, now does it. I just needed to get that off my chest. And my Yankees are still better than your Red Socks.
Space Ranger: Hey there little brother. Guess this mean you won’t be getting hit with spoons anymore. That’s one thing to be happy about. I just want to tell you to be strong, and don’t be so much of a loner. We all love you here, and I’ll be sad if I find out from an angel (or demon. you never know) that you’re shut off. So listen to me, relax with those hugs, got it. A hug never killed anyone.
Sean: Hi. I have a feeling you’re going to be the first one reading this. I hope you don’t think any less of me because of this. I’m sorry, because I know you’re crying reading this. But, listen, the new New York…I want you to show them the ropes, and help them out. Love them just as if they were me, no, more than if they were me. Got it? And please take care of Bruce for me. I love you big brother.
Ok, to everyone else, I love you all. Take care of eachother and be strong. I’ll watch over you all. Goodbye.
With all my love,
Elena “New York” Jones
~~~
Don't ask...just...I don't know where this came from...it just hit me...