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Lisa's Choice Ch. 12 Final ChapterA simpsons Fanfic
Disclaimer: This is a dark story that is also Older Lisa X Sideshow Bob. It is slightly AU and takes place in a more "realistic" version of the show. This also takes place 9 years in the future.
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Lisa leaned against the side of Bob's car. He had loaded up their purchases already. When Lisa didn't say anything he broke the silence.
"Not to pressure you Lisa, but where are we going to look? She might have simply run away."
"She wouldn't have run. Bart left her alone before, because our parents were more likely to believe her then me. No, she didn't run. Bart took her somewhere."
Lisa had been asking herself that very same question. Bart could only go so far dragging a little girl with him, and knowing him this was a game. No doubt he would be expecting her to come after him. Though he probably envisioned her groveling not pissed as she was. He would pick a deserted building most likely and one the police won't think to look. It suddenly clicked.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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