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OOC: I thought it'd be cuted
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Georgie: "I-I just remembered how I died, I think. Th-the demons in my head took me over. The last thing I remember seeing was Corbin, my children, and grandchildren all looking over me and crying. I took Corbin's little, wrinkly hand and told him to take care of our kids. He said he would, he wouldn't fail me, and that he loved me more than anything. I think we said some goodbyes and the kids left. Corbin pulled me onto his lap and sang to me until after I couldn't see anything but blackness or hear anything but a high pitched ringing. My body felt as if it were on fire, but also floating. I guess I slipped away then. I was only 63, Mel. I could've lived for so much longer, but I just couldn't. Ever since I turned 55, Corbin had to push me around on a wheelchair because I had lost the ability to walk with my prosthetic, or, I suppose, at all. It was like I was already dead. I think I've always been already dead. But I guess I really am, now, huh?" she smiled sadly, tears running down her pale face.
OOC: I'm being extremely hypocritical - if that made you cry...you're going to be sobbing.
I know I'm being super analytical, but how are they all just getting here now if they died at different times? (the correct response is "It's fiction, Anney)
Melanie: "Did she?"
OOC: It's fiction, Anney.
You should know I am very emotional and I probably will cry.
Georgie: She nodded. "It wasn't very nice." She wiped the tears from her face and smiled, her eyes filled with sadness.
OOC: This is Anney reporting. I find this much easier to do OOC. This made me sort of ill in a way, just writing out something so awful, and I've pasted and deleted and pasted again, not wanting to make this official. My heart is with you all through this. What I put here is how Melanie got here; I guess if it means she's gone then that's that (by the way, this would have been up earlier, but I had a slight panic attack over the kids! Had to calm myself down, remind myself that this isn't real). By the way, I advise you to pay very careful attention to my wording, as, if we finish this, it provides a way...if one ever comes to be...But as of the moment, it is official. Over and out.
At forty-six, Melanie Smith was diagnosed with Adult Acute Myeloid Leukemia. It was rare for an adult, let alone a witch, to contract such a disease, but unfortunately, her mother's side had very dirty genes when it came to them. Melanie was given merely months to live, and during that time she spent as much time with her children as she could. It was heartbreaking, knowing she would lose them, leave them. Due to her past, she didn't want to leave her kids, which is why she had the chance to tell them that she loved them, and frankly, she completed a journal for Kristen long before she became ill, just in case. (My mom went to school with a guy named Justin Case, how sad is that?) She fell asleep after moments of intense pain on the couch in her home. That's the last thing she remembers.
Anney Again. I just have to say sorry, guys. I've always imagined Melanie's passing as the very last scene in POTO, the one where Raoul places the music box by Christine's grave. The very first time I watched it all the way through, back in January, the words "Beloved wife and mother" that were on the grave reminded me strongly of Mel, and somehow I just knew she wouldn't live to grow old. She left a thirteen year old daughter and ten year old son (roughly, just picking probable ages) behind. But it broke my heart. I
love you all dearly as fellow RPers. I hope to my fullest that it didn't depress you too much, that it didn't make you as sick as it did me, (it's like that icky stomach feeling when you ride the Haunted Mansion that I hate), and that you'll forgive me. Over and out.
Melanie: "Georgie, I was ill. I'm sorry; we'll get through whatever this is."
OOC: Yes. She still had her happy ending, or that's what I keep telling myself, anyway. I think the kids would survive with one parent, I just can't think about it.
The real question is whether or not a witch can even get cancer. The Internet said nothing to answer, so for my own sake, I said yes.
Georgie: "Mel? If you don't mind me asking, what were you sick with?"
OOC: Oh.
OOC: lol
OOC: Oh.
OOC: I think they can, they're still human after all, and it would be especially logical if they had muggle blood/ancestry
OOC: Oh. OOC: lol OOC: Oh. OOC: I think they can, they're still human after all, and it would be especially logical if they had muggle blood/ancestry
Melanie: "Acute Myeloid Leukemia. It's a muggle disease." OOC: Yeah, that was my thinking
OOC: I love how you just go Oh when you hear the deaths.
OOC: I love how you just go Oh when you hear the deaths.
Georgie: "I know. I lived with muggles. I am so sorry, Mel. I know how painful that is." She hugged her tight.
OOC: this thread is so depressing, I can't even...
Melanie: "It wasn't anything unbearable. My kids..."
Georgie: "I never met them, Mel, but I'm sure they were amazing. What am I saying, of corse they were, they're the product of you and Evan, the two most amazing people I've ever met."
Melanie: "No, Georgie," she moaned. "They were kids." OOC: let's get some kid conversations. Will: He started walking around the strange place.
Anya: "Alexei, look!" Alexei: "Is it Veronica?!" Anya: "No silly, it's a mansion, but I bet there's someone there who can help us." Alexei: "Oh, okay. You sure it's safe?" Anya: "Lex, I'm a curse-breaker. I'll make it safe. Now, forward my noble steed." Alexei: He laughed and walked up to the house. Anya: "Should we knock?" Alexei: "It's the polite thing to do." He knocked.
Georgie: "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did." She lowered her head awkwardly.
Gabrielle: wolf Gabrielle trotted up to Will, and then she transformed back. "Hi, Will. I haven't seen you in some time."
OOC: I missed 6 pages. What's going on?
Mel: She sighed. "I was forty-six." Will: "Hey."