Phineas and Ferb Porn Story: Blasphemous Rumors Chapter 1
Blasphemous Rumors
By Ten Black Roses
Song by Depeche Mode
“You can either be happy with what you have, even though its not what youve always wanted. Or you can have what you want, even though youre not happy the way you got it”
Girl of sixteen…
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Happy birthday, dear Isabella, happy birthday to you
Cheering and clapping was heard in the Garicas summer home found in Tennessee as they celebrated their daughters eleventh birthday. Isabella was so excited to see her birthday was worth all the trouble. This day was hopefully on the road towards anywhere but devastation.
All right, dear, now make a wish and blow out the candles Said her mother.
Isabella was so excited. Normally, children dont have to think deep to make a wish in their youthful birthday. Isabella wanted to break that superfluous custom. She closed her eyes in order to imagine the considerable possibilities.
Alas, she didnt know what she wanted out of many things. But as long as this day was still special for her, she deserved something that although appeared from pure greed, wasnt really as valuable as an object.
It was priceless, so she made a wish that was not just beyond obvious, but due to that reason, repetitive.
Once having made this wish, it will have been the third time this birthday it would probably be left disregarded. She gave her hope up for that simple desire. If it meant swearing to everyone she would never make it again if it came true, there was no shoddier risk.
The candles were flawlessly doused after her decision was made.
She wanted it, no matter what the cost.
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(Two years, two months, one week, five days, ten hours, six minutes, and forty two seconds ago)
In a way, nothing is ever changing. Almost everything in plain view has a way of retaining itself from valid modification. In fact, even difference has its source of self-contradiction.
Take into thought what mistakes people make. They claim they learn from them and that it makes them better human beings. However, there are others who claim they make mistakes because they are only human
Therefore, If people make mistakes because theyre only human, how exactly are they getting better?
They arent, but when it comes to breaking through the walls of denial for their own being, humans can go anywhere they want in the fields of happiness, and when theyre striving towards optimism, never are they aware of the price that comes within the virtually ironic dependence for their own defiance. Defiance pro the fact they will never change, for mostly better than worse.
Even if it has distinctively changed, the explicit purpose for its actions hasnt. People are always the same. The only difference surges from the extremes they are willing to go to in order to remain happy. Even if, which seems almost absurd, they have to sacrifice it sometimes.
Knowledge like this would serve someone in ways, good or bad, depending on their feelings. Candace knew this, but desolation was the only thing she was feeling right there. What was even worse was it could have started off due to her seemingly perpetual sadness that had given her this thought to begin with.
It wasnt helping her in the fields of emotional healing.
She didnt want it to end, especially like this. Similar to reading something with words inverted, it was as though Candace was derelict in her own space among anyone who didnt have the balls to follow her example. She never thought that lying in a fetal position might alleviate the tumor within her mind called apprehension.
This could overshadow any other moment of dejection shed hoisted before.
The more she tried in preserving the tears, the more they forced out of her. It wasnt painful, but annoying to the point it seemed like it. Loneliness could lead anyone to extreme self-consciousness with the world. It could be dangerous when Candace knew too much to the point of having her qualified as a psychiatrist.
Please Mom, I want to change. I know what I did wrong, okay.
Well youd better Candace. Dont think I can change your diapers forever. Youre already sixteen, why on earth do you still need me to remind you how to fix everything?
It was as though her torment was reviving events that were supposed to be kept locked in the past six weeks ago, leaving her weakened without any hope of even trying to think of something happy.
I promise, Mom, I will improve
Hmm, like anyone could believe you now
But Mom, its not my fault, I didnt feel well, and I knew I was going to fail the test
I dont want to hear anymore from you, young lady. Your excuses dont explain why you had a second chance but blew I anyway. Are you even aware how much we pay for your school every godforsaken day?
She was part of a family to be sure of that. It only came down to how she could remember grudges would never help her improve. But if it was really her fault, she wouldnt be human.
Candace, arent you supposed to be working on that project
I am, Mom, but its not-
You said you were going to improve, so youd better-
Shutthe FUCKUP!!! Yelled Candace, stuttering out of so much sniveling she had done. Her thoughts were interrupted enough for her to temporarily forget what they were about. But nothing would change the simple fact it was just never able to go away. Not even six weeks of progress.
Her mother didnt think that of Candace any longer. But when she did, Linda hadnt been aware of how mind-numbing her words could be. Her impatience had precluded her from actually taking the time to talk to her daughter in a more placid form. Even when Candace asked for it during the time she was pissed off.
Now, Candace could only make an attempt to talk with herself while submerged in expectation it would lead her to a way out of this nerve-racking disarray.
Where am I? Asked Candace, she tried to look around her room. Rubbing the moisture out of her eyes, she gazed around the spaces.
Pink wallpaper, white bed, overdone closet, and other furnishings that might perhaps be the sole definition of what she now knew could have been betraying her all along: vanities.
Im not getting a clear picture of this She began.
Where is my pride supposed to be?
Candace stood up. She walked towards her bed so she could kneel down and look under. Needlessly, she tried to look carefully under it, making sure there wasnt an inch she might have ignored.
Is it under the bed? Asked Candace, later she got up and walked towards her closet. Regardless that it wouldnt have made any more sense even if she had turned on the light.
Did I leave it in the closet? She persisted on asking while opening it, Candace reacted in a way she knew there really wasnt anything. She shut its door and kneeled back into a ball, crouching right behind the spot she had just looked in.
Candace was expecting a light of some sort when it came to relief, something that could illuminate the room without her necessity. She wanted a trail that could lead her out of the vague cave of schizophrenia slowly trying to outlaw her from the world. Making her believe it could be like the time she got stuck in the Cretaceous era.
Only she was pretty damn sure there was no way of coming back for once.
Her eyes began to develop a jerk, signifying that during a bloody battle, her common sense was on the verge of renouncing. Even with her hands serving as back up to grasp her head, nothing helped. Inherent hyperventilating could escort it. Candace only wanted to know one thing, even if it helped as minimalist.
Where I ask you?
There wasnt a way of calming down. She started to tremble as though the whole world was looking at her. And to think that the circus would have nothing on freaks thats fucked up facade could only be determined by first impressions.
It was difficult to decide if she was scared, skeptic, confused or even all of them put together. But just like a flash bomb, it all went off with only an intensity of image instead of sound. Candaces mind was filled with muddled thoughts, those of which became the basis of one sole image she had based them on.
Because of the unrequited epiphany that made Candace leave a frozen glare, it was this for the cause of her sudden comfort. She no longer had the indisputable urge to claw her head out.
A smile came on, that of which evolved into a substance chuckle. It could have taken her much longer before she was silently laughing to herself. Not frantically but still tastelessly persistent for her insight.
Hee, oh good, hee, said Candace. She stood up from the ground, still insensible towards leaving no retort for having been surrounded by darkness. Candace may not have been a rat, but in her view, she desired something much more indefinite than revenge.
Pride wasnt anything to consider obscure when taken into thought inside the course of reality. It was only the way she wanted to retain it, within her crooked certainty that made it ambiguous.
Now I remember Began Candace.
She looked around, being able to care less if darkness made it hard to see anything. Nevertheless did she remember quite well where she had left her mirror.
I gave it to the little girl Candace found the mirror and then grabbed hold of it to see her reflection almost acutely.
who was once me.
Candace looked into it. Regardless of the fact by which darkness didnt allow her to actually see anything. From her perception, she could imagine seeing herself, seven years ago. A lighthearted smile garlanded her face with optimism, seeming as though it could stay that way. No matter what happened.
Come to think of it, she deserves to be thanked Said Candace. Her hands began to tremble the longer she looked into her reflection. Quick enough to see she had been looking at nothing all this time.
CRASH!
Shards of broken glass covered the floor. How forceful Candace must have been in order to take less concern if the rest of her family might have awoken from her fury being smashed along with the mirror, even if they were present in the house.
Kneeling down, Candace took a few seconds to catch air. She could still suppose her reflection was visible, even without any radiance as she took hold of one of the shards. A reflection she didnt have to see to know it was there.
Her smile was too convincing if it meant she was still trying to stray away from rationality. Or even sanity from what anyone could have figured out.
Such a cute tender girl, its too bad the world didnt deserve her! Thought Candace, so little of this could have meant too much had she not been drowning by collective seclusion. No wonder she was happy for the most uneven of causes.
All Candace wanted to do was quit lingering. She didnt want this psychological sting to rape her mind with uneasy resent any longer. The pain was too intense for her to believe it wasnt physical. Candace closed her eyes.
Opening them, she found herself in the bathroom seconds later. Water was running within the bath. Undressed to the point her skin experienced a freezing sensation her resolve mesmerized her to believe she was unaware of its existence. The water wasnt so warm either when immersing her body into it. It was like someone had attached invisible strings to her, and was currently chanting dance, puppet, dance, even when her purpose seemed fraudulent enough.
Only one more deed to be taken under her hand, this was either literal or ironic when Candace took it into mind. She still grasped a shard of the mirror, imbibing her reflection for the last time, all becoming quite a significant moment for her to relish.
She could stop swimming in wonder about the doubts in life. Hell wouldnt be as bad even if she wasnt trying to fake her belief for her own religion. Maybe this had been all a scam, put up by everyone in the world to make sure her life is sustained. Maybe she was just another typical person who found that life was too good for her.
Maybe she wasnt even going to die; she was just going to take a different shape.
After all, none of them mattered to her. Her just desire right then was to locate the person that no longer existed in her by transpiring through the most incongruous form imaginable.
Oh I just cant imagine the look on that sweet little girls face, thought Candace, looking even closer at her reflection. Shes waited for too long just to see someone express a simple and well deserved token of gratitude.
It wasnt as painful the first graze that slashed both her wrists. But after she was submerged in water, there wasnt a doubt. She could cry if her willpower wasnt eavesdropping to the point it gave her the obscure idea it was worth it.
Not even heaven deserved to have her