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Original poster: awillfulscream
That episode was a final straw for her and she was realizing that she lacked any control over her life, except who she hurt with her unintentional lies. Who was left for her to hurt? There was only one person left, Luca Gry. She hadn't fallen in love with him on purpose, and she couldn't exactly stop it. Corrie found herself in a bad mood whenever he was gone, which was more often than not, for the last few months. It only hurt worse and worse with time. She'd had to keep a lot from him, fearing that if he knew the truth, he'd leave her. She was a freak, there was no denying it. That fairytale she read and her life..they where cohesive in so many ways. Now, she was sharing the same fate as the Willful Child..illness which would ultimately lead to death, as long as there was no intervention. There, after all, was only one person in the world who wanted Corrie alive. Luca had always been an amazing man to be around. He had stolen her heart just as he stole her bracelet the first time they met and he'd kept both ever since. He had captivated her in every sense that was possible. She didn't protest it, after all..at the time she hadn't been having episodes for months and she felt like there wasn't anything to lose anymore. Taking a risk meant that pain was sure to come in some form..some time, eventually. It was coming now, for her.
There's a war inside of me. Do I cause new heartbreak to write a new broken song? Do I push it down, or let it run me right into the ground?
Corrie's entire life was crumbling around her, as she tried to keep up with it all. It was horrible, feeling everything slipping out of your hands and further and further out of reach. Nothing appealed to Corrie anymore, but sleep and alcohol. She needed to be numbed. It was just too much to deal with for someone like her.
I feel like I wouldn't like me, if I met me. I can't stop talking for fear of listening to unwelcome sound.
Since Corrie lost her job, she had been on a frenzy to find another, and had yet to score any luck. Monday morning, Corrie got up early and dressed her nicest, to go to a job interview at a very nice lounge..as the entertainment, of course. She was never useful for her brain, it seemed. Her interview was for eleven that morning, and she was running ten minutes early. As she waited in the lobby, she could sense the rhythm in her chest was awry, and she saw spots..and experienced a dizzy spell or two. Shaking it off as just the sideaffects fromt he condition she'd put herself in, she went in to audition in front of the owners and the man that had offered her the job. Corrie's eyes were dull and she couldn't feel the song inside of her anymore, but the music started whether she was ready or not..much like most thing in her life at the time. Singing was something Corrie did naturally. It was as though the notes just poured from her every oriface. Anyone that ever saw her perform, or knew her at all, would have known there was something terrible wrong, by her eyes..and that her body was stiff and she was FAR from relaxed. Any person that had any sense, could tell a moment or two later that something was wrong, as Corrie was attacked with pain in her chest, which caused her to drop the microphone. She found herself having the hardest time taking a breath, and by the time the pain subsided, she had fallen to the floor, unconscious. There was no denying it anymore, she was ill. Corrie needed help, but she wouldn't take it willingly. She was The Willful Child, after all.