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DISCLAIMER: I am a poor drum major. You think I have money? Ha! It is all spent
on my band.  I don't owe the charectors, I due own the plot and the poem is
compyrighted by me. Thanks!

PERMISSION: Sure, go ahead

SUMMARY: Sad. Very Sad. Deals with Rain.

NOTES: Quote of the day:
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge, That myth is more potent
than history, That dreams are more powerful than facts, That hope always
triumphs over experience, That laughter is the only cure for grief, And I
believe that love is stronger than death.
 

 Jessie looks out of the window. The rain is ear shattering as it hits the
roof. The balcony door is hit as hard. She crawls out of her warm bed and looks
out the window. Tears stream down her cheeks. This was the night.
 She walks over to her desk and pulls out a piece of hard stationary and
begins to write. After she has finished, she signs it and then walks away. She
opens the balcony door, locks it behind her and walks to the edge. And she sits.
In the pouring rain, she sits for hours and hours.
 *   *   *   *
Jonny rushes into Jessie’s room to see why she isn’t at breakfast. Dr. Quest is
behind him, with Race and Hadji trailing behind. Everything looks like normal.
Except for a piece of paper on her desk. Jessie never leaves out notes. Jonny
goes over to it and begins to read it aloud.
 “What does it say?” askes Race.
“‘I am sorry.
To everyone I have ever hurt.
To those I have wanted to.
I apologize to my parents,
for not being who they wanted.
I beg forgiveness from my friends,
for not knowing how to be one.
I get on my knees and beg of God,
to forgive me for my actions.
And to send me to hell,
For that is where I belong.
After all, wasn't it not you,
Who said what I have sinned.
To chose what is good opposed to bad.
Was it not I,
Who followed my heart?
And followed my conscience.
I apologize for doing what I wanted,
as apposed to what is expected. Last night I prayed to God.
I asked Him for a favour.
To take my soul and keep it.
Because without a soul,
I cannot feel pain.
I cannot feel torment.
Nor feel hell, not live.
I prayed for hanging,
because it would be easy to deal with,
compared to this.
And the torture is nothing.
Especially compared to my heart.
I am sorry for everything. I loved you all, but this was too much.
    ~Jessie’”
Jonny looked out the window. It was the window that Jessie found comfort in. He
gasped as he worked on the lock. They all ran out and there was Jessie. She was
freezing. She was lifeless. He face was emotionless and her hair was partially
frozen. Jessie was dead.