The End of Everything
Title: The End of Everything
Summary: It is not my fault.
A/N: Original story. Very little fic that actually used to be longer. Based off an actual event in my life.
{Story Time|
No. This cannot - cannot - be happening. Not now. Not ever. I cannot stand for this to happen. But of course it has happened and nothing I could do was going to stop it. This is not right. Everyone would agree that it is not right. It is a horrific event that should never happen to anyone. And I can't let it happen again. Or let it continue. Oh, God. I don't know. It seems like something that will happen again. No matter what I do.
I've got to calm down. This is not my fault. I cannot let myself get too worked up and pass out. That won't help at all in this situation. I'm sure breathing into a brown paper bag would help a lot in this situation but I do not seem to have one right now. And of course that is just another problem for me. So what I should do? Track down the person who did this to me. And do what? Make them pay? Of course, after I find the cretin who did this me, I'll make them pay! Because it's their fault! I'll make sure they will never let it happen again. Because that is just wrong. Horribly wrong. Why does fate hate me so? Like my life wasn't angsty enough! Now this had to happen! Not right. Not at all.
And it is not my fault that my shoe lace broke.
Summary: It is not my fault.
A/N: Original story. Very little fic that actually used to be longer. Based off an actual event in my life.
{Story Time|
No. This cannot - cannot - be happening. Not now. Not ever. I cannot stand for this to happen. But of course it has happened and nothing I could do was going to stop it. This is not right. Everyone would agree that it is not right. It is a horrific event that should never happen to anyone. And I can't let it happen again. Or let it continue. Oh, God. I don't know. It seems like something that will happen again. No matter what I do.
I've got to calm down. This is not my fault. I cannot let myself get too worked up and pass out. That won't help at all in this situation. I'm sure breathing into a brown paper bag would help a lot in this situation but I do not seem to have one right now. And of course that is just another problem for me. So what I should do? Track down the person who did this to me. And do what? Make them pay? Of course, after I find the cretin who did this me, I'll make them pay! Because it's their fault! I'll make sure they will never let it happen again. Because that is just wrong. Horribly wrong. Why does fate hate me so? Like my life wasn't angsty enough! Now this had to happen! Not right. Not at all.
And it is not my fault that my shoe lace broke.