Okay, I had no idea what i was doing sooooo, I'm rewriting this story. The pairings are EdgeworthxOC mostly. Some PhoenixXOC. I'm giving Franziska her innocence back.
Also, THERE WILL BE ERRORS, so you no likey, you no readey.
Deal with it.
I hate my life.
Trust me, you have no idea.
I look like a dude.
People think I'm a dude.
I have an IQ higher than Einstein's.
I have a highly abusive mom.
I have a crush on my best friend, but I'm socially challenged when it comes to these things.
Oh, did I mention the fact that I AM HANGING OFF A 25 STORY OFFICE BUILDING, IN THE MIDDLE OF NEW YORK?!?!?!
I DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE! I'M ON A FIELD TRIP!
I told you my mom was highly abusive.
You know what's totally gay? I'm being filmed.
I hate my life so much it burns.
Well, what should I do?
I hanging from a rope.
I have a huge rope-burn, in fact, my hands and legs are bleeding like crazy.
I'm feeling dizzy.
There's a platform where those people wash/paint/whatever the building.
That'll have to do.
I swung my legs, it hurt like hell, until I was positioned correctly.
'God, please forgive me for all my sins in life' I prayed as I let go.
I landed on the wooden platform.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" I laughed my head off.
I'm alive, I'm alive.
ONCE AGAIN, I SUCCEED WHERE OTHERS FAIL!
I look down, the wood is beginning to splinter.
I try to run to the edge, to the rope.
I was just inches away when the wood gave way...
I was floating in a bubble.
The water was so calm.
The crystal liquid held me afloat.
I was calm, calmer than the water.
The beeping was growing faster.
I felt something grab my shoulder, it shook my entire body.
I heard a sob.
..."If you can hear me"...
I felt a weight on my chest.
I could hear sobs.
I could feel tears.
..."Not you too"...
..."Now you too"...
The tears and sobs grew.
..."Don't leave me"...
..."Like the others"...
'Like the others'? My heart pounded in my head.
Those words ruined the calm.
The waters were cold...
They raged, pulling me out of my bubble of happiness...
...and into reality...
I cracked open an eye.
Miles had his head resting on my bandaged chest.
His sobs were quieting, his salty tears few.
I ran my fingers through his soft hair.
He began crying again.
"Shhhhh...it's okay, I'm not going to leave you."
He mumbled, "You missed a lot."
"Like christmas, new year's"
"Why are you crying? I'm okay."
He sniffed, "Dad's gone, and it's my fault"...
I'll explain in the next chappie, REVIEW!