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Aug 04, 2009 17:37


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My parents... have disowned me.

How? Why? I'm they're own daughter! I always knew they hated me for not taking over the family company, and always planned to kick me out once I turned 18, but i never knew they'd use the first chance they got to get rid of me! Herr Wonka ( Read more... )

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lovergirlgrace August 4 2009, 22:56:37 UTC
Damn. That sucks. *Frowns* Kinda get how your feeling, but not really since I never knew my dad and my mom never bothered with me. So I never felt any love for them.

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wily_willywonka August 5 2009, 02:17:37 UTC
*Willy stood on the natural bridge of his candy forest with his eyes staring at the chocolate waterfall. With each breath he took, his thoughts would change just as fast. He remembers his first kiss and shudders. He remembers his first Christmas with his father in the first time in years. He remembers the conversation that Frauke and her natural mother had said to each other and felt torn between sadness and anger ( ... )

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ladyfrauke August 5 2009, 02:42:13 UTC
*behind the door, has been crying while Willy was gone, sniffs and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand* You have an odd way oif saying 'Hello'. *laughs a little, sadly* You can come in.

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wily_willywonka August 5 2009, 03:01:19 UTC
*His hand moves toward the doorknob and hesitates slightly before pushing down the brass lever in the shape of a slow moving wave that curves at the tail with a golden curled "W" at the end inside a black glass bubble. He pushes open the door slowly and peeks in with a soft smile* Thank you.

*The door squeaks softly as he closes it behind him to drown out the noise of Gobstoppers being shot into the tank. His footfalls click against the black and gold marble floor with slow, gentle steps. He stops in front of her and kneels, pulling out his choclate brown and white embroidered handkerchief and moves his hand slowly to wipe her tears* You've been crying.

*His smile gives way to a look of concern, his face looking into her's.* You know....if you want to talk, you can. It's okay. *gives a sheepish chuckle that sounds like a series of squeaks* I'm still getting used to all of this myself.

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ladyfrauke August 5 2009, 03:10:57 UTC
*giggles* You sound like a mouse when you laugh.

*quiets down, sighs* I just feel so horrible. Only now do i realize how much I loved my parents, now that they're gone. They were, mean, I could never live up to their standards, and they hated me for wanting to be myself, but... They WERE my parents.

And now they're gone... And we didn't even part on a good word. She yelled at me... yelled!

I can't help but wonder now if I was wrong to not want to take over the company. Should I have just shut up and done it? It was a responsibility, and I denied it. Was I just being... selfish? *sighs, looks down at her lap*

And now they're happy. Happy I'm gone. That's what hurts the most.

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