A life lived as an illusion... This is the dilemma of Alison who woke up from a coma (in chapter Waking Up to Reality Pt1) to the fact that everything she had experienced and lived through was made up. Now she has to accept this fact as she moves on...
Plastic surgery is such a waste, as everyone has a pretty face. Its a contagious desease, happening all over the place. from there heads to there toes, destroying themselves; as if its a race! eyes, nose, cheeks and lips, changing at an horrendous pace. I can only hope and prey, that they change there mind. As if they look in themselves, true beauty they will find! Don't change for the world, We love you as you are. we all have our faults, and you don't want that scar.
Me and the girls were looking for outfits for the Ball.We were on the plane heading to our home.I haven't seen Emily in weeks so.
The boys were gonna wear
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The girls
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I start on the plane looking out he window when Hanna called me making me look at her and she took a pic.
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Hanna POV
Her lips curled around the rim of the glass, leaving a painted streak behind.She looked at me and smiled. A deep curve on her lips makes the world stop around her. a smile that brings back a million memories in a split second. The precious dimple that crinkles skips a beat.. She has a smile that makes you feel happy about being alive just a bit more human.
She treated us like Queens when no one was around.She went through a lot and wanted to keep her title''The QueenBee''
She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her skin was completely flawless. I doubt she used face masks or expensive products, that really wasn't her m.o. She was all about simplicity, making things easy, helping those around her to relax and be happy with what they have. Perhaps that is why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed you couldn't help but smile along too, even if it was just on the inside. To be in her company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season.
Noel POV
Her eyes were filled with a kindness that seemed so innocent and geniuine so endless: as big as the sea. It set him aright and made him happy. Her lands lapsed with him holding them for a second and squeezing kindly. She patted him on the back.
Kindness is that of what we are made of and yet have no part of it when it comes to whichever event. Sometimes its none-existant yet sometimes its almost physical. So why then don't we embrace it? Do we let our cruel nature on purpose. Wouldn't you prefer to be comforted rather then scorned and laughed it. Yet why does cruelty always get the better of us. Is it nature? Or is kindness and cruelty a choice? Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
Alison POV
I started getting paralyzed again remembering my years of running.
The room grew dark. So did the chance of my survival. I was tortured, electrocuted and thrown in a small room with no escape. I had been a day and a half and my wounds were dangerously bad and I was dehydrated. I thought it was it. I lied down on the cold stone floor and my eyes started to close. All signs of life were slowly disappearing into thin air. I was about to end this suffering and let go of the small amount of life I had left. But then a bleary white figure came close to me and almost blinded me. She had a long white gown on and she had a silvery halo floating on top of her wavy blonde hair. I fainted. I woke up not long after in a forest far away from the fearsome room. I was surrounded by mass amounts of angels all with the same white gown, the same white skin each angel seemed to have a different purpose in making me better. One tended to my head injuries and the others focused on my bad spinal injuries and one for my barely beating heart.
"...Take just a minute Come and rest you by my side Let me tell you your own story Let me walk you through your lives Only a second That's all it takes to realize There's a hundred thousand angels By your side..."
In the cool soft light on heaven Alison felt a rage build inside her like she'd never known before. She wanted to rip God limb from limb, make him hurt like she had, like her mother had. He was there all the time, doing what? Watching them suffer year on year. Her head spun, she cast around at the golden trees looking for the bastard, if this meant hell then so be it. An old man was walking toward her, she launched herself in full fury, fingers curled into tight fists, arm muscles tense, ready. He didn't flinch or alter his course, he didn't raise a hand to defend himself. Fiona stopped, breathing heavily, looking into the eyes of one who was only capable of love and fell to her knees, pounding and ripping at the grass. Without meeting His gaze she asked "Why?" knowing that no explanation was needed.
"I watched over you every day of your life, I felt your pain, I worked though every good heart and mind around you to alleviate your suffering. I never left either of you, not ever."
