Savannah (386 hits)
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Submitted by Rhymenocerous (View user info) at 2008-01-15 10:12:00 EST
Inspired by a true story, names changed.
Savannah was a bright young woman. Raised alone by her father, she was his pride and joy. Her father, Roger, was a massive beast of a man. Standing at 6 feet 6 inches tall and built of solid muscle, he was the definition of the word, "Biker." He was covered in tattoos, more scars than the Bible has somns, and more intimidating than staring into death itself. However, he was a gentle man. Kind, caring, and giving. He loved his family and his friends. He was the best father Savannah could ask for. He raised her to be strong, tough, to not take any guff from anybody. To stand her ground. To make him proud.
As she grew up, she blossomed into an incredibly beautiful woman. But it was her eyes that stood out the most. Her eyes seemed to reflect all the beauty in the world. She was gorgeous. Not only was she beautiful, she was also smart. Through high school she maintained a 3.9 GPA. Pair that with a 1460 on her SATs and that got her a scholarship to Boston University. Nothing made her father more proud than his baby girl with a near full ride to a very good school. He still remembers the day he dropped her off. They hugged goodbye, and he was the one who cried.
He grew up in Southie. He knows the city can be tough, especially on a beautiful young woman like Savannah. He always told her to be careful and she always was. 4 years went by with nothing but good times for her. Through those 4 years of school, she had a 3.96 GPA and was graduating Summa Cum Laude. Her graduation day was quickly approaching. The week before, she had gone out for the night with some friends. They hit every bar downtown and made the best of what would be a turning point in her life forever.
She got off the T and walked with her friends to their apartment. They hugged goodbye and parted ways. She began to walk to her apartment which was only a few blocks away. The streets were eerily lonely that night. Not a lot of people out and about, which is a rarity to say the least. About one block from her home, she heard another life, another person. Footsteps behind her that seemed to come from nowhere. Without warning, she felt a massive trauma to her face. She fell to the ground as the man shoved a gun in her face. Unaware of what was happening she stood up. She couldn't see out of her left eye and her entire head felt like it was being crushed underneath a steam roller. The man pistol whipped her across the face and ordered her to give him her purse. She resisted at first, but another pistol whip across her jaw changed her mind. She gave the man her purse. He pulled the hammer back and aimed at her head. He quickly turned to see a car coming down the road. He pulled his gun back and bolted down the street, darting into a nearby alley to make his escape. The driver of the car saw Savannah bleeding heavily and standing wearily on the sidewalk. He stopped his car and immediately called 911.
Roger got the call and raced to the city. He arrived at the hospital to find his daughter had been given heavy anesthetics and was sleeping after being stitched up. He was sweating bullets of fear, anger, and rage.
In the morning, she awoke to her father sitting at her bedside.
"Good morning, baby." Roger muttered out, trying to hold back his tears.
"Morning...Daddy..." Savannah whispered. "How are you?"
"Baby...do...do you know what happened to you?" Roger said, barely able to keep from crying. "Do you remember what happened last night?"
"I... I was walking home from the bars. About a block from my place, I got hit in the head, and again in the face. Someone... He wanted my purse... I... I...gave it to him. I'm sorry, dad." She said as she looked into his eyes as they began to leak. "I didn't cry, dad. I was strong, just like you taught me. I didn't cry."
Roger burst into tears. To see the love of his life say those words and be in so much pain...it made him overwhelmed with emotion.
Savannah had been hit in the face with a brick, pistol whipped twice and almost killed for her purse. It was a tough city to live in, sometimes. Her face was left bruised, scarred, torn up. She was no longer "beautiful" in the cold, unforgiving eyes of the world. She tried to stay strong, though. Not letting her appearance get to her, she tried to meet a man to take care of. They all turned her down. As the days went by, she became hateful of her scars. Hateful of how she looked. What was once a beautiful, kind, caring, genuine woman was now a hateful, vengeful, cloud of misery. She was once a lady.
Three years after the incident, she had reached rock bottom. Alcohol had helped alter the reality she lived in. She hated mankind. They rejected her so she would reject them. They ostracized her because of the way she looked, and she was sick of it all. Roger didn't know her situation. She lied to him. She couldn't stand him to see her in so much pain. She called him one night to say one last "I Love You," one last goodbye.
Police found her the next morning in a pool of her own blood. She shot herself in the head. Rejected by a world she once loved, a world that once accepted her, a world that was once kind to her. She ended it all with one pull on a trigger. One bottle of pills. One empty heart.
-Savannah by Zao-
A day not to forget
The machine has collapsed under the program it's been given
Look inside the broken shell
Look inside the broken shell
To see the broken heart
They can't believe the machine was alive but we saw it bleed
We saw it bleed
The machine it falls apart and when it's cut it bleeds
The machine bleeds
She was alive
User Reviews
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-01-15 20:00:04 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
oh wait... is this that fat ginger cunt who pretends to be scottish?
figures, same old lies eh?
Submitted by Rhymenocerous (user info) at 2008-01-15 19:26:28 EST (#)
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Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:44:32 EST (#)
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YAY!!! COOKIEPANTS IS BACK!!!!!
Married yet?
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Nope. I met one guy but he found out I spelled a word wrong on the internet one time so he dumped me. I never realized that when your mind works faster than your fingers can type, you're prone to spell a few words incorrectly. Now I know, and knowing is half the battle. G.I. JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!
P.S. Apollo, will YOU marry me? I'll let you be all the Power Bottom you can be. HadToBeDone gets to be the best man, though.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-01-15 18:52:42 EST (#)
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somns?
what type of retard can't even have an educated guess at spelling psalm's?????
jesus fucking christ this cunt is retarded
Submitted by 123456rockandroll (user info) at 2008-01-15 13:09:56 EST (#)
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Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:44:32 EST (#)
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YAY!!! COOKIEPANTS IS BACK!!!!!
Married yet?
Submitted by Fartman (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:37:29 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by DangerPants (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:28:23 EST (#)
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"somns"? Seriously? I mean... really?
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:33:10 EST (#)
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If you get 'before' and 'after' pictures of Savannah, this post will actually become worthwhile.
Hint, hint.
Submitted by DangerPants (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:28:23 EST (#)
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"somns"? Seriously? I mean... really?
Submitted by Rhymenocerous (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:18:02 EST (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-01-15 10:52:45 EST (#)
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Alright, here's the thing.
If she's so bright, if she's so lovely, why on earth does she go off the rails like that? Also being hit in the head with a brick and a pistol butt won't do you any favours, but it's not like she was fucking burnt or something. The scarring wouldn't have been that bad. She'd have still been pretty hot.
Thus we can glean several things from this oddly scewed turn of events:
1. She was obsessed with her physical beauty, which is a trait normally possesed by average women/munters who have low self esteem.
2. She had fuck all friends which means she can't have been that interesting, which in turn implies that she probably wasn't very clever.
3. She killed herself which means she was a pussy and not worth our sympathy.
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You bring up some good points. I never met this girl. I met her dad a couple times a few years ago. He knows my dad through work stuff. From what I can gather from him talking about her, maybe she put up a tough front but deep down had low self-esteem? Maybe she was so used to being pretty and meeting people easily that this new overwhelming sense of rejection was too much for her? I dont know. Her friends didn't stop talking to her and stuff. But when she tried to date it went nowhere. People are shallow. Its ok for girls to hate ugly guys but as soon as a guy says a girl is ugly, all hell breaks loose. Society is tougher on girls to fit in with the mainstream idea of what "beauty" is. The social tensions of not fitting in can play with a girl's mind a lot more than a man's.
I never saw a picture of her after the accident so I dont know how bad the scars were, but from what I heard they were pretty bad.
I wrote this while listening to that Zao song which was written about a strikingly similar woman. She was a porn star who got in a car accident. Her face was so scarred and deformed or whatever that she killed herself because her career was over.
Its kinda sad when you think how much pressure is on women to look/dress a certain way to "fit in" with what our media proclaims "popular."
Submitted by Talibandrew (user info) at 2008-01-15 12:15:17 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
more scars than the Bible has somns
it's spelled "psalms"
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-01-15 11:07:05 EST (#)
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I give this a "Meh" of the most inspirational variety.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-01-15 11:00:55 EST (#)
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berty's so smart.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-01-15 10:52:45 EST (#)
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Alright, here's the thing.
If she's so bright, if she's so lovely, why on earth does she go off the rails like that? Also being hit in the head with a brick and a pistol butt won't do you any favours, but it's not like she was fucking burnt or something. The scarring wouldn't have been that bad. She'd have still been pretty hot.
Thus we can glean several things from this oddly scewed turn of events:
1. She was obsessed with her physical beauty, which is a trait normally possesed by average women/munters who have low self esteem.
2. She had fuck all friends which means she can't have been that interesting, which in turn implies that she probably wasn't very clever.
3. She killed herself which means she was a pussy and not worth our sympathy.
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2008-01-15 10:14:13 EST (#)
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