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This is the first in a like 5 fics mega-update... lol... I'm gonna be updating one right after the other (I alreayd did the spellchecking and stuff for all of them...) so... lol... lots of stuff for people to read today!
Title: The Truth Hurts - 2
Author: Mara
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: God... mentions of violence, nothing too bad.
Summary: She'd caused it, and she'd never forgive herself for it... Marissa's POV.
Notes: An AU to 'The Truth'. Again, the italics are memories, this time Marissa's, and most were created by me for the sake of the story...
The Truth Hurts - 2
She'd fallen in lust the moment she saw Ryan standing at the bottom of the Cohen's driveway, and his corny pick up line had actually cemented it for her. She'd wanted him however she could get him, but she'd forced him into being one person, the one who would save her from herself and from anyone else.
"Please hang on, Marissa..."
She'd heard him as she was loaded into the ambulance by the emergency responders. Her head had felt full of cotton, but she'd heard his heartbroken plea. Maybe that was why she hadn't died, because she'd known there was someone who gave a dman whether she lived or died.
"Well you're scaring me!"
She had never meant for her drinking to get so out of control or for it to put Ryan at risk, and she didn't understand at the time why he was so angry with her over the bottle of vodka she'd hidden at her feet. Once she started getting counselling, her doctor had explained it, that her bottle could have landed Ryan in jail for violating his probation, even though he hadn't touched the stuff. She also realized that she was being like his mother, and she was telling him that he wasn't good enough to keep her sober. So she tried harder.
"I just don't trust him."
She'd thought Oliver and Ryan would get along, they'd be friends. Oliver was so funny and sweet, he'd beena good friend to her, so why wouldn't her other friends love him? Why wouldn't Ryan love him? She hadn't understood that Oliver was a threat, and hadn't understood why Ryan would see him as one. Afterall, Oliver threw big parties and invited all of them, even Ryan who was throwing a tantrum.
"I love you."
Ryan had said it, maybe not right after she did, but he said it, and she saw in his eyes that he meant it. He loved her, and he would forgive her for her mistakes. She knew he would make friends with Oliver, for her sake at least. They went to a concert that Oliver arranged for them, and Oliver took them all to Palm Springs for a weekend. Marissa worried when Oliver and Ryan got in the fight in the kitchen, and blamed Ryan, but she honestly hadn't realized what she was doing, ebcause she was so focused on Oliver.
"We're over."
She ended things with Ryan because he was jealous of Oliver, which was ridiculous. Oliver was her friend, and he was still in love with his ex, Natalie. So what if he was suicidal and called on Marissa to help him? It meant that for once she could be the hero, saving someone else. She never realized what she was doing or how quickly it was all going wrong. Not until she was alone with Oliver in the penthouse and he became scary.
"He's got a gun!"
Those four little tiny words destroyed her world. She screamed them and Oliver waved the gun around more, and the doors burst in and there was Ryan, looking scared for her but not for himself. He spoke calmly, stepping away from Sandy, and Natalie, and the security guards, one hand stretched out towards Oliver, placating the boy with the gun. And it had been working, Oliver had lowered the gun to point at the floor.
"No!"
Then Oliver had lifted the gun again and pointed it right at Ryan, who's gaze shifted to Marissa for a plit second before the gun went off and suddenly Ryan's head was jerking backwards and he was crumbling to the floor, bit of bone and brian matter mixed in with the blood on the wall behind him. Marissa had started screaming then, unable to do anything else as she realized she, not Oliver, had just killed Ryan. She'd accused him of being jealous and cruel, and she had broken up with him for trying to protect her. But he had still come when she'd called. He had come into the room and he had been killed in a single moment. And it was her fault. She didn't stop screaming until she felt the hot splash of Oliver's blood hitting her, and everything went black as she fell to the ground.
"The pills will make you feel better."
That was Julie Cooper's answer to everything, it seemed. She would medicate her daughter, make Marissa stop waking up screaming as she saw Ryan's head snapping back again and again, saw the blood, bone, and brains on the wall, felt Oliver's blood on her skin. She hated her mother more with every pill she was forced to swallow. But Marissa took the pills, and she snuck whatever alchohol she could find in the house, downing it directly from the bottle in gulps and hiding food so her mother would think she had eaten.
"He opened his eyes today!"
Summer had brought the news, but it hadn't meant much to Marissa anymore. She was too numb from the pills her mom gave her, the drugs she got from her new 'friend' Kevin, and the alchohol she stole from her new stepfather's liquor cabinet. When she woke up the next morning hung over but no longer high, she was clear headed enough to realize what Summer had said, she did get dressed and go to the hospital.
"Ryan? Say something!"
He wouldn't respond to her, just stared with blank eyes then fallen asleep, and she'd had to be forced from the room because she kept screaming at him to say something to her, shaking his bed. They told her that she was hurting him, and she'd told them he wasn't there anymore to hurt and they should just go to hell.
"Coop? What did you do?!"
Marissa barely heard Summer when she came into the bathroom, and tried to hit and kick the other girl when she dropped down beside her. Summer was crying and tugging on her arm, while Marissa slurred her words as she told Summer to go away, she wanted to die and be with Ryan.
"Why?"
She wound up with Ryan. Or rather in a room a few doors down, hooked up to a ventilator to keep her breathing after her overdose left her braindead. She killed Ryan, and she killed herself, destroyed both their brains. The note she left on her bed explained it, explained that it seemed like it was only fair that she die too, just like she'd killed him.
"She's gone."
The End
Author's Note: I thought this one would be the short, because... well... I despise Marissa with a fiery passion... lol... but it's actually at least as long as the Kirsten POV I wrote before it... weird... I actually tried to make her somewhat sympathetic here, that she was a lost girl who just didn't understand what she was doing until it was all too late... we'll see how that goes...
Title: The Truth Hurts - 2
Author: Mara
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: God... mentions of violence, nothing too bad.
Summary: She'd caused it, and she'd never forgive herself for it... Marissa's POV.
Notes: An AU to 'The Truth'. Again, the italics are memories, this time Marissa's, and most were created by me for the sake of the story...
The Truth Hurts - 2
She'd fallen in lust the moment she saw Ryan standing at the bottom of the Cohen's driveway, and his corny pick up line had actually cemented it for her. She'd wanted him however she could get him, but she'd forced him into being one person, the one who would save her from herself and from anyone else.
"Please hang on, Marissa..."
She'd heard him as she was loaded into the ambulance by the emergency responders. Her head had felt full of cotton, but she'd heard his heartbroken plea. Maybe that was why she hadn't died, because she'd known there was someone who gave a dman whether she lived or died.
"Well you're scaring me!"
She had never meant for her drinking to get so out of control or for it to put Ryan at risk, and she didn't understand at the time why he was so angry with her over the bottle of vodka she'd hidden at her feet. Once she started getting counselling, her doctor had explained it, that her bottle could have landed Ryan in jail for violating his probation, even though he hadn't touched the stuff. She also realized that she was being like his mother, and she was telling him that he wasn't good enough to keep her sober. So she tried harder.
"I just don't trust him."
She'd thought Oliver and Ryan would get along, they'd be friends. Oliver was so funny and sweet, he'd beena good friend to her, so why wouldn't her other friends love him? Why wouldn't Ryan love him? She hadn't understood that Oliver was a threat, and hadn't understood why Ryan would see him as one. Afterall, Oliver threw big parties and invited all of them, even Ryan who was throwing a tantrum.
"I love you."
Ryan had said it, maybe not right after she did, but he said it, and she saw in his eyes that he meant it. He loved her, and he would forgive her for her mistakes. She knew he would make friends with Oliver, for her sake at least. They went to a concert that Oliver arranged for them, and Oliver took them all to Palm Springs for a weekend. Marissa worried when Oliver and Ryan got in the fight in the kitchen, and blamed Ryan, but she honestly hadn't realized what she was doing, ebcause she was so focused on Oliver.
"We're over."
She ended things with Ryan because he was jealous of Oliver, which was ridiculous. Oliver was her friend, and he was still in love with his ex, Natalie. So what if he was suicidal and called on Marissa to help him? It meant that for once she could be the hero, saving someone else. She never realized what she was doing or how quickly it was all going wrong. Not until she was alone with Oliver in the penthouse and he became scary.
"He's got a gun!"
Those four little tiny words destroyed her world. She screamed them and Oliver waved the gun around more, and the doors burst in and there was Ryan, looking scared for her but not for himself. He spoke calmly, stepping away from Sandy, and Natalie, and the security guards, one hand stretched out towards Oliver, placating the boy with the gun. And it had been working, Oliver had lowered the gun to point at the floor.
"No!"
Then Oliver had lifted the gun again and pointed it right at Ryan, who's gaze shifted to Marissa for a plit second before the gun went off and suddenly Ryan's head was jerking backwards and he was crumbling to the floor, bit of bone and brian matter mixed in with the blood on the wall behind him. Marissa had started screaming then, unable to do anything else as she realized she, not Oliver, had just killed Ryan. She'd accused him of being jealous and cruel, and she had broken up with him for trying to protect her. But he had still come when she'd called. He had come into the room and he had been killed in a single moment. And it was her fault. She didn't stop screaming until she felt the hot splash of Oliver's blood hitting her, and everything went black as she fell to the ground.
"The pills will make you feel better."
That was Julie Cooper's answer to everything, it seemed. She would medicate her daughter, make Marissa stop waking up screaming as she saw Ryan's head snapping back again and again, saw the blood, bone, and brains on the wall, felt Oliver's blood on her skin. She hated her mother more with every pill she was forced to swallow. But Marissa took the pills, and she snuck whatever alchohol she could find in the house, downing it directly from the bottle in gulps and hiding food so her mother would think she had eaten.
"He opened his eyes today!"
Summer had brought the news, but it hadn't meant much to Marissa anymore. She was too numb from the pills her mom gave her, the drugs she got from her new 'friend' Kevin, and the alchohol she stole from her new stepfather's liquor cabinet. When she woke up the next morning hung over but no longer high, she was clear headed enough to realize what Summer had said, she did get dressed and go to the hospital.
"Ryan? Say something!"
He wouldn't respond to her, just stared with blank eyes then fallen asleep, and she'd had to be forced from the room because she kept screaming at him to say something to her, shaking his bed. They told her that she was hurting him, and she'd told them he wasn't there anymore to hurt and they should just go to hell.
"Coop? What did you do?!"
Marissa barely heard Summer when she came into the bathroom, and tried to hit and kick the other girl when she dropped down beside her. Summer was crying and tugging on her arm, while Marissa slurred her words as she told Summer to go away, she wanted to die and be with Ryan.
"Why?"
She wound up with Ryan. Or rather in a room a few doors down, hooked up to a ventilator to keep her breathing after her overdose left her braindead. She killed Ryan, and she killed herself, destroyed both their brains. The note she left on her bed explained it, explained that it seemed like it was only fair that she die too, just like she'd killed him.
"She's gone."
The End
Author's Note: I thought this one would be the short, because... well... I despise Marissa with a fiery passion... lol... but it's actually at least as long as the Kirsten POV I wrote before it... weird... I actually tried to make her somewhat sympathetic here, that she was a lost girl who just didn't understand what she was doing until it was all too late... we'll see how that goes...
