Phineas and Ferb Porn Story: Blasphemous Rumors Chapter 3

Chorus

(Approximately one hour later)

The suns presence was but a shadow for a day inside the hospital, making it a convenient abode for silence to fit in. No one else would have imagined a case such as this one would have had enough shock to keep anyone from speaking their mind. It made everyone think to the point of almost becoming unaware they had an employment to begin with.

Only one person who didnt need to be there was sitting outside the infirmary. He was a tall guy whose blond hair grew to a fair length and he wore a green-yellow shirt with khaki shorts.

It was no wonder Jeremy Johnson couldnt be found anywhere else, as it seemed he was the only person who wanted to talk with someone even the doctors felt uncomfortable in even trying to take a glimpse at.

Candace Flynn.

Hello, may I help you? The doctor asked, after coming out of the room.

I need to see someone, shes in that room Replied Jeremy, motioning towards the door the doctor had come out of a moment ago.

We dont usually allow anyone except family members beyond this point, but its cynical to believe it could be possible anyone would be capable of talking to that girl, go right on ahead The doctor retorted.

Jeremy went inside the door without thinking twice as soon as the doctor walked away.

For a while Candace knew what it was like to see someone you truly admire yet sense too insecure to react. Now it was Jeremy that held the torch, along with a tinge of revelation to be fair. Jeremy wasnt petrified, but it did tarnish his train of thought to see her like that.

Apart from the syringe connected to her arm and the casts wrapped around both her wrists, Candace didnt look severely injured, at least not from the outside.

Her eyes were squinting for a bit as they began to open. A blur coated her view before she could see with utmost precision the person it was that had just entered inside.

Jeremy? She asked, although it seemed as though it was too much from her.

Hi, Candace He replied, holding out one hand for a trouble-free wave.

Candace smiled even though her desire to wave back was canceled out by the fact it would hurt if she tried. Her arms may have been barely movable, but the one thing that was in critical condition could have been her conscience.

The presence of someone, who she never knew could have more control over her than her own family, wasnt going to cure her, unless she learned to quit prejudicing everything only for the sake of clearing up the doubts which really could have mattered less for her to begin with.

So, whats new? She realized in asking.

It was beneficial that Jeremy wasnt apathetic yet simultaneously straightforward when it came to talking. That is if Candace only knew.

If it doesnt offend you too much, I could ask you the same question Jeremy replied.

Truthfully, this didnt even hurt her feelings. But after recovering from an experience that was so coincidentally connected with ending her life it would have to be simply called suicide, Candace wasnt so sure of anything anymore.

Yet had it not been for the mere charisma Jeremys appearance brought, she wouldnt have believed she could for the least part try.

I dont know what happened to me. I thought my world wasnt the same anymore, I thought everything I did was not helping in any way to make things betterOh, and just thinking about it hurts my head real bad. I felt as though Candaces justification was immediately thrown into a hiatus from uncertainty towards what the truth should sound like.

But hey, if Jeremy could do it, so could she somehow.

I felt as though God didnt want me anymore

Maybe honesty was the most valuable step on following the order towards true comfort. Even if it had to be blunt and spiteful, it was still never worth keeping it forever. Jeremy could even say he was stunned, even though his face wasnt convincing enough.

Candace, Im going to tell you two things, unless you wont feel happy in hearing them Replied Jeremy.

Go ahead, a defect like me hasnt earned it any less She replied, drooping her head.

But thats just it; youre not a defect for starters Began Jeremy. Mildly satisfied to see Candace had obtained his attention.

Maybe you think youre a defect who thinks lifes already gone downhill. But lets look outside the room for a bit, no one else thinks that of you

Her eyes almost enlarged. Somehow, Candace wished she had a video camera or something to help her cherish all of this.

Okay, maybe youre a bit weird, but hows that a bad thing? No one hates you to the point youd think acquaintances are a myth, second, if God really didnt want you, you wouldnt be here right now, now would you?

Candace didnt have to feel impressed. She just had to understand every detail to the point it would have nothing to do with how it was he knew all of this, and even more to have been the only person to come here when nobody else seemed to give a fuck.

All of this made her happy when she could fully grasp the image someone like Jeremy was giving her. She could call it a dream come true, whereas she didnt even have to share with anyone else.

Anyone else?

Now that Candace thought of it, If only that wasnt an exception for her right to retain this from becoming predictable. In other words, making her think back towards the supposed reaction of her family brought back all the insecurity. But maybe not even that was necessarily anticipated for only her when she still thought of keeping apathy as a preference.

Okay, I know now God has a funny way of saying Im part of this world, but hes not someone who will yell at me when I clarify it to him Replied Candace.

Clarify what? Jeremy asked.

My dumb reason why I wanted to kill myself, hes not going to say much, Im sure of that, but my Mother might and considering the odds, will.

Jeremy was nearly stumped on that remark. He turned to the left and began stroking his chin, in spite of the mediocre impression he could be confirming. The good thing though was he now knew what to say. The bad thing was he decided not to play this game at all if it was only going to stay in challenge mode.

Candace, maybe you dont have to think its harder than it is; maybe you just need someone to guide you Replied Jeremy.

It served quite well as an advantage for Candace to be incapable of guessing what his next mention was going to be. If not, she wouldnt have held her tongue from saying Will YOU guide me? Sweet! Plus, she didnt have to say anything at all from what she could see what Jeremy was doing.

Out of his pocket he took out a very thick paperback book. It was blue with the words Bible heavily written on the cover.

This is for you Said Jeremy. He placed the book on top of the cupboard to the left side of Candace. Her jaw dropped after she heard Jeremy say those words. But she was no more amazed than he was from the get-go.

I need to leave, Candace. Maybe that can help you. I found it in a flea market a week ago, but figured it was more expensive than the price they sold it to me for.

How romantic Candace thought sanguinely, yet continued to hold her tongue. Instead, she just replied to the specified verity of his departure.

Oh thanks. Bye Jeremy and thank you

Bye Candace, I hope you get better soon He replied, before leaving through the door he had entered.

Back to reality Candace thought, now realizing she was alone again. Even though she was finally alert for all that had been going on, it didnt really do her much good, even though it was better than having herself kept locked up in a mental prison cell.

Nevertheless, she still felt more than nervous upon having her mind devour the deliberation of what would happen after she left the hospital. Apart from feeling comfortable here, Candace knew it wasnt going to remain that way for long. Once she was home again, the pressure of demanding answers, not only from her family, but from anyone else who knew her, was going to come scampering at her like an irate dog.

It even felt as though she was about to look at death right on the face, not that an aneurism was less likely than she thought.

Damn it! Thought Candace who barely trying to find a way out of this. If only God knew how to control me, that way I could be the perfect-

Not everyones train of thought could be cut off without the sudden revelation of an idea they had previously thought off. Candace found two that linked to each other: One that existed in her mind, and the other, was the sole book lying down on a cupboard to her right side.

God.

Whether it was because the guy of her dreams gave it to her or because it seemed to appear readable, Candace only knew she had gone through all that trouble and finally found it: the light.

This is going to hurt, but if Jesus could heal from it, so can I! Candace told herself. An instant later, she began flinching a bit as she slowly hoists her hands, and took hold of the book. The pain was almost insupportable, but it was better than having to be refrained from having common sense tell her it did.

It had taken more than expected for her to have it reach her lap. Eventually, she knew from the start it was valuable after all. She began to read once opening the door into the world of the holy and the divine. It commenced with the basic story from the Old Testament about an old fairy tale-like narrative her Mother once talked to her about which originated from the first reading of Genesis, which dealt with the creation of the earth, the heavens and most of all, man.

Later on she managed to make it to higher themes such as Isaiah and Miqueas. As she continues, Candaces anguish slowly faded out of existence. She was never a bookworm, but this Bible she was reading seemed to transform her into more than something like that.

Every story she read made Candace relate how strong morals could be. In the sense of strength as both important and helpful .Especially for someone like her, who was an expert in memorizing ideas.

Since she was young, Candace knew books could teach you more than you already knew, help you understand concepts not recognizable within ones point of view, and transform them into an enhancement of the person whose flaws used to differentiate who they once were.

Even if Candace was drowning a considerable piece of her personality, she was absorbing something better. Something that could really embody the inimitable magnetism that soon not only others would see in her, but so would she. Her egotism would not be surpassing her philanthropy anymore, just as her fear for anything too pointless to worry about will be lost forever.

Maybe I didnt need God to control me thought Candace after flipping one section to the other page.

Maybe I just needed him to point me in the right direction.

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