Chapter 22
Dead end or a breakthrough?
“What?” Cadence asked for the umpteenth time, and I gave him an exasperated look.
“Again? Seriously Cadence, your supposed to be the one actually paying attention?” I say, frustrated.
Cadence flashed me a wicked smile. “Age is a number cupcake, I’m not that boring.”
I surpressed my smile as I told him and Jess everything that happened again.
“So,” Jess said after I was finished (again). “You think that she was the one that killed your sister, and tried to kill you?”
I nod, I look to Cadence who has a thoughtful expression. “Strange, it’s like she’s a ghost, how you described her, there but not there. Someone you wouldn’t give a segundo glance or thought to.”
I nodded again. “Dorothy always had a lot of friends, I didn’t know most of them, sometimes, neither did she.”
“That was just Dorothy,” Jess told Cadence. “Everyone knew her, she was the girl that everybody wanted to be her friend, and some pretended that they were, hanging out with her when she had no idea of who they were.”
“Creepy,” Cadence replied.
I nodded. “I can not tell you how many people I barely knew showed up to my birthday parties with these awesome gifts after they found out Dorothy and I were best friends.”
Jess grinned. “Me too, Dorothy and I, she was sweet and rragrded me as a close friend, and when word got out that she went to my B.day’s all of a sudden the whole school shows up.”
Cadnece whistled, looking to me. “Must’ve been something.”
I nodded. “She was.”
“Do you know where her whereabouts were before she died?”
I looked at him confusedly and he elaborated. “Did she say something about where she was going?”
I shook my head. “She just told me she’d be right back, it was dark out, and she was wearing ridiculous clothes for outside on a cool night. It was early in the morning when I noticed she hadn’t returned. And just when I went to knock on her door, somebody knocked on the front door.”
“The police?” Jess asked, even though she knew.
I nodded.
Jess cocked her head. “Strange…”
“What?” Both Cadence and I asked at the same time.
“How when your just about to knock on Dorothy’s door, that the police start knocking.”
I think about it. “Your right.”
“And Dorothy’s funeral?” Jess asked. “didn’t the whole school come to pay their repescts.”
I nodded and Cadence furrowed his eyebrows. “But she;s out of high school.”
Jess gives him a look. “She was a legend, everybody knew her, without actually meeting her. Like I said, that was just Dorothy, she never had to try.”
“Never ever,” I say softly.
Cadence shakes his head. “Now that is one of the strangest. How can a girl, be so known, so popular, so loved, just have everything handed to her? I’m not being rude or anything, but your family wasn’t that rich, they barely lifted a finger to help you at the hosptial, nor did they chase after you after you left the police station.”
I nod as he continues. “I don’t know, don’t you just find that a little strange? What made her so…perfect? Because I don’t think just being the queen B will grant you all the things she’s been given, it’s like something else.”
Jess and I nod, catching on. “You think she did something? Anything?”
“I can bet.” Cadence says. “Like you said Jess, she was a legend. But what made her a legend?”
“She did a lot of crazy stuff throughout her whole life, especially in school.” I offer.
“What if what she did was kept secret, or only a few people knew.” Jess says.
“Then how did everyone else find out?” I ask.
Jess shrugs. “Nobody can resist such good gossip, someone leaked the news and it spread like wildfire.”
“Then how do we not know?” I asked.
This time Cadence answered. “Dorothy usually finds a way for anything, in your visions, how she roughhoused Serache, maybe she did the whole school.”
“She couldn’t have been that powerful!”
Jess looks at me, patting my arm. “She always was, sweetie.”
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Dead end or a breakthrough?
“What?” Cadence asked for the umpteenth time, and I gave him an exasperated look.
“Again? Seriously Cadence, your supposed to be the one actually paying attention?” I say, frustrated.
Cadence flashed me a wicked smile. “Age is a number cupcake, I’m not that boring.”
I surpressed my smile as I told him and Jess everything that happened again.
“So,” Jess said after I was finished (again). “You think that she was the one that killed your sister, and tried to kill you?”
I nod, I look to Cadence who has a thoughtful expression. “Strange, it’s like she’s a ghost, how you described her, there but not there. Someone you wouldn’t give a segundo glance or thought to.”
I nodded again. “Dorothy always had a lot of friends, I didn’t know most of them, sometimes, neither did she.”
“That was just Dorothy,” Jess told Cadence. “Everyone knew her, she was the girl that everybody wanted to be her friend, and some pretended that they were, hanging out with her when she had no idea of who they were.”
“Creepy,” Cadence replied.
I nodded. “I can not tell you how many people I barely knew showed up to my birthday parties with these awesome gifts after they found out Dorothy and I were best friends.”
Jess grinned. “Me too, Dorothy and I, she was sweet and rragrded me as a close friend, and when word got out that she went to my B.day’s all of a sudden the whole school shows up.”
Cadnece whistled, looking to me. “Must’ve been something.”
I nodded. “She was.”
“Do you know where her whereabouts were before she died?”
I looked at him confusedly and he elaborated. “Did she say something about where she was going?”
I shook my head. “She just told me she’d be right back, it was dark out, and she was wearing ridiculous clothes for outside on a cool night. It was early in the morning when I noticed she hadn’t returned. And just when I went to knock on her door, somebody knocked on the front door.”
“The police?” Jess asked, even though she knew.
I nodded.
Jess cocked her head. “Strange…”
“What?” Both Cadence and I asked at the same time.
“How when your just about to knock on Dorothy’s door, that the police start knocking.”
I think about it. “Your right.”
“And Dorothy’s funeral?” Jess asked. “didn’t the whole school come to pay their repescts.”
I nodded and Cadence furrowed his eyebrows. “But she;s out of high school.”
Jess gives him a look. “She was a legend, everybody knew her, without actually meeting her. Like I said, that was just Dorothy, she never had to try.”
“Never ever,” I say softly.
Cadence shakes his head. “Now that is one of the strangest. How can a girl, be so known, so popular, so loved, just have everything handed to her? I’m not being rude or anything, but your family wasn’t that rich, they barely lifted a finger to help you at the hosptial, nor did they chase after you after you left the police station.”
I nod as he continues. “I don’t know, don’t you just find that a little strange? What made her so…perfect? Because I don’t think just being the queen B will grant you all the things she’s been given, it’s like something else.”
Jess and I nod, catching on. “You think she did something? Anything?”
“I can bet.” Cadence says. “Like you said Jess, she was a legend. But what made her a legend?”
“She did a lot of crazy stuff throughout her whole life, especially in school.” I offer.
“What if what she did was kept secret, or only a few people knew.” Jess says.
“Then how did everyone else find out?” I ask.
Jess shrugs. “Nobody can resist such good gossip, someone leaked the news and it spread like wildfire.”
“Then how do we not know?” I asked.
This time Cadence answered. “Dorothy usually finds a way for anything, in your visions, how she roughhoused Serache, maybe she did the whole school.”
“She couldn’t have been that powerful!”
Jess looks at me, patting my arm. “She always was, sweetie.”
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The clap of thunder, you remember that?
The shriek of fear
The crumbling trono in which you sat
Despite all, there's still mais to you than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as you fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all you can do is urso it
As your teeth you do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope you are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no mais room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish you only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
The shriek of fear
The crumbling trono in which you sat
Despite all, there's still mais to you than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as you fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all you can do is urso it
As your teeth you do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope you are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no mais room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish you only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
Show your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
Show everyone that you are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock you back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To show them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
Show your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
Show everyone that you are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock you back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To show them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Dousing you with water
Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
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Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
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The world is hostile,
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
Show them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want you to be someone
You really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All you have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that you imagined.
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
Show them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want you to be someone
You really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All you have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that you imagined.
There was a bond created,
As I felt the deep warmth
Of my friend's face against mine
Her coração pounding against my shoulder.
The feeling of the two of us,
Together at last,
Undivided,
Felt so good,
I never wanted to let go.
I wanted to hold on to him
Forever.
He was an amazing person
Who always teased me,
Cheered me up all the time,
And, of course,
Always took my side.
He was an unique person,
As he was never the one to be bragging,
But always the one who teased me.
Now,
No one else ever did this.
This was truly the work of
Someone special.
I will never let go of him.
I will never run away from him.
He is mine.
And will always be.
Both of us,
United.
As I felt the deep warmth
Of my friend's face against mine
Her coração pounding against my shoulder.
The feeling of the two of us,
Together at last,
Undivided,
Felt so good,
I never wanted to let go.
I wanted to hold on to him
Forever.
He was an amazing person
Who always teased me,
Cheered me up all the time,
And, of course,
Always took my side.
He was an unique person,
As he was never the one to be bragging,
But always the one who teased me.
Now,
No one else ever did this.
This was truly the work of
Someone special.
I will never let go of him.
I will never run away from him.
He is mine.
And will always be.
Both of us,
United.
Get your hands up in the air
Like you just don't care
We're rockin tonight
So I'm not givin anything else a think
Tonight
Cause we're rockin the floor
Bust out your dance moves man
The DJ's got the música
Up
All the way up
So everybody say yeah
YEAH!
C'mon get it louder
YEAHHHHHH!!!
Can't hear ya!
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
C'mon we gonna get the crowd
Wild tonight
Right here at the dance floor
Yo
So bring your hands up
In the air
Cause this is the only thing
We're carin about tonight bro
Get the crowd wild
Get your feet up
And
Break it down man.
Cause the DJ said so.
Like you just don't care
We're rockin tonight
So I'm not givin anything else a think
Tonight
Cause we're rockin the floor
Bust out your dance moves man
The DJ's got the música
Up
All the way up
So everybody say yeah
YEAH!
C'mon get it louder
YEAHHHHHH!!!
Can't hear ya!
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
C'mon we gonna get the crowd
Wild tonight
Right here at the dance floor
Yo
So bring your hands up
In the air
Cause this is the only thing
We're carin about tonight bro
Get the crowd wild
Get your feet up
And
Break it down man.
Cause the DJ said so.
There is strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will you see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure you will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will you see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure you will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
Nobody understands me,
So what's the use?
One day
I say I am busy
And they misunderstand me.
Life is not all about
Betrayal,
Breaking up,
Dumping each other
Across the cold cement floor,
Is it?
I don't believe so.
And the fog is never getting out.
Each day,
There is just mais and more
Fog.
Oh, happy day.
No one understands.
What's the use being alive
When you feel like you are away
From the world,
Separated
Like we were when we were little kids?
Life is not about any of that.
Life is about forgiveness,
Respect,
Love.
Learning how to tolerate one another.
Nobody understands
What I feel
Or what I think everyday.
So what's the use?
One day
I say I am busy
And they misunderstand me.
Life is not all about
Betrayal,
Breaking up,
Dumping each other
Across the cold cement floor,
Is it?
I don't believe so.
And the fog is never getting out.
Each day,
There is just mais and more
Fog.
Oh, happy day.
No one understands.
What's the use being alive
When you feel like you are away
From the world,
Separated
Like we were when we were little kids?
Life is not about any of that.
Life is about forgiveness,
Respect,
Love.
Learning how to tolerate one another.
Nobody understands
What I feel
Or what I think everyday.
and the people throwing them bones just out of their reach,
laughing and finding satisfaction in it ?
Do you know the dog who still wags his tail when ever they pet him
and the people who think him stupid for it '
not seeing the kindness and good in him.
Do you know the dog who only wanted amor
and the people who named him ingrateful for it ?
Telling him to look for it himself.
And do you know the dog that broke the chain
and the people he attacked ?
They punished him for it.
But I will no longer be that dog.
I will no longer let you abuse me.
I will not give you my love.
I will fight back
This is about my "friend" and the way she`s been treating me.