Monday, February 19, 2007

   I think the world hates me . . .
Every time i try to came back something stops me, first homework, then I got grouned. But I'm determend to stay on. I will I tell you! I will, for now.
*sighs* I really realy wnat to see the movie the number 23 but it's rated R. I hate ratings . . .
here is a short stry I wrote please coment.

Not my face

Waking up, it’s always hard. I mean come on, who can honestly say they want to wake up to the agony that sunlight brings? Today it seemed much harder, like trying to out run a wounded horse. Usually it only takes a minute of my blinding bright alarm clock, and defying alarm to get me out of bed. After I get up I make an attempt to satanically beat the alarm, but I only end up taping the off button. This bloody morning I felt totally drained of energy, as if last night I used it all up not restored it. I also felt oddly thirsty.
Today I fell just getting to the bathroom. I hauled myself up and stumbled into the bathroom. It was a white bathroom; the wall with the sink was one giant mirror. I rubbed my eyes that still stung for the light. I then saw something beyond traumatizing; NO, no it couldn’t be. I was sleeping, or had too much caffeine; it could be those horror books I read like most people breath, or all the movies . . . It could have been anything but I knew, I knew right away my dreams we’re finally real. My face wasn’t my face, the plain one with my fading tan, my freckles, and my dull eyes. Even my dried out red-brown hair wasn’t mien any more. My skin was too pale, my eyes chillingly deep blue almost black, my face now was thinner, and my hair now shown a red clay color. Not my face it’s not my face! It can’t be it’s not me. But what really gave it away were the sharp long fangs I now had.
Finally like all my other nightmares I was dead, only I was still living unlike all the other victims. I should have seen this coming; I had always felt connected to the darker things in life, depression, abuse, misery, death, suicide they had raised me for some unknown reason. Plagued everyone around me anyone I felt close to; they’d get hurt beyond repair, or abused, killed, depressed until they’d be found killed by themselves. You name it someone was hurt that way; I even had to kill my best friend whose step father sexually abused her. Poor child she couldn’t press the knife down so she made me do it. I should have seen this coming when I decided to date a vampire named Chris. I was always told I’d be the coming of something. Grandma told me I was undeniably special, but she never told me how.
Now that what ever was coming begun I felt it was bad, apocalypse bad. This can’t be my fate. It can’t happen I won’t let billions suffer because of me. I wanted no part of what I had started. I have made mistakes yes we all do, I have more regrets then most, after all most people don’t kill their best friend. This was one thing I could not do; I had to stop it, like I should have stopped my friend. I ran to the kitchen were I kept my good knifes. I went for a sharp longer one. With tears of blood streaming down my face I went into the bathroom and lay down in the white tub. “I’m so sorry.” the last words had left my lips, there was noting left to say. Only action would end every one else’s suffering. I one quick motion the knife broke my heart. Heaven welcomed me very glad I made one right choice.


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