kathpine98
"Why so sad my dear?" the clown asked with a frown on his face. "Happiness is overrated, everyone knows that even you, mr clown." I replied. He was about to say I was too young to be viewing the world this way and I walked away from him as if to say "save it, I have heard it all before."
It was raining today, my favorite weather. It's not sad, I don't know why people think that. I am in English class and my teacher acts like she is on dope. She wrote a word on the board and she misspelled it. The smart ass in the class corrects her with a smirk. I turn my attention back to the window. This fucking class makes me sick.
This isn't a love story****
My hair was withering away. I had a disease that was killing me from the inside out. I knew I wasn't going to make it. However, I was ready to go. I learned I had cancer four years ago. I was a freshman in high school. I joined the drama club and I was making new friends. During sophomore year I was getting better. I had beautiful hair the color of the vanilla. It wasn't falling out as much back then, like it is now. Junior year they said i was almost healed. This year I had a relapse and it was worse than it was freshman year. I lost my friends because I pushed them away, it was easier that way. I quit the drama club because my doctor appointments were too frequent. I never had boys chasing me. I was the cancer girl who wasn't worth the time or wasn't given the time. This is a love story, but simply a tragedy. I wasn't going to live, I was going to die like a flower... My petals were withering away now.
It was a wave that came over me so quickly I couldn't compose myself. Lethargic in the water, I was. Another wave rolls over me, again and again I can't find the strength.
Like a sniper
He shot my heart
A clean shot
A bullet though me
Blood leaks out
Like the love that once was
His desire for me
Is no more
Just as I am
No more
like a sniper
He shot my heart
I was sitting alone. I had time to think. Thoughts that couldn't be stolen. I played a beautiful song in my head that no one else heard.
I was getting away. I raced until I came to the end of the cliff. I lost my footing and fell to my death.
how did I end up running to my death? good question. I was running away from someone. a man. no, he wasn't gonna rape me. he wanted to steal the necklace that hung around my neck. a simple silver chain. he didn't want to sell it he wanted to give it to someone so they could wear it an use it as I do. this ancient silver chain keep people like me sane. we have a problem in our brain were it triggers us to do things we usually wouldn't. such as, kill. it's genetic and I got it from my father and he also gave me the necklace. there is only five necklaces in the world. my grandmother was in a group with four other people an they came up with the solution for this brain triggering. a jeweler sold then the necklaces and they have been passed down ever since. I am in possession of my family's. and the other families with theirs, but we are being hunted down. two families have been discovered and killed for the necklace.
the thing is, is people with the brain triggering is we are immortal to some extent. stabbed or shot, we won't die. you have to kill us with love. a kiss of betrayal is our fate.
so, with the fall, I am still alive. I get up and keep running.
They rallied us all together. To sit down and have a talk. I didn't want to talk. I didn't like to talk. I knew what this was about. It was about our group. We were the killers. The people who sat around and planned for the moment. The moment we would set you free. We wanted to kill. Not for the sake of a rush but with a purpose. Our purpose was to end the lives of those who ticked you off, treated you wrongly, mostly the douchebag asshole sluts you hated. We took care of them for you. You couldn't see us because we're invisible. That's what made our job easy. You couldn't see us but we could see you.
This is how it worked. You called us. Told us the case. We gathered to planned it all out. And took care of it. We never saw you and you never saw us, it was all over the phone. We, the invisible killers, saw each other and could tell we were the same by the scent. Normals, like you, couldn't smell it. Only invisibles have the nose to catch such a deep odor. I bet you want to smell it. Well, you don't want to. Because its so sour it would burn your sinuses. Its like a deep lemon sour, yet a million times more sour.
Anyways, we had a special job. We had to take out a hundred people. Think about a hundred people. All living their lives separately, all in different homes, and in different cities, states, and countries. Had to be our biggest job yet. But wait, you said, theres more. I thought, how, could a human have so much hate for so many people? I didn't ask you because I learned to never ask too many questions like that. So all the invisible killers got together and we talked. We planned, we booked our planes, and packed our bags. We did a clean job.
Then came the crisis. You told your boy toy about who told his other girlfriend who told her mom who told her family, who told their family and so on. Normally, we would give you a shot that would inject a fluid that would make you forget who did the dirty work for you. But one of the invisibles didn't do that part. Which made the biggest mess that would end us.
I secluded myself in my room. I am having a ruff day, and needed to be by myself. I completely forgot my locker combination, leaving my phone locked in until tomorrow. I have a five page biology packet and art study guide due. Finals are next week, too. I can't read my book until my mom comes home because I left it in her car.
You're probably thinking I'm a pathetic human being for making a big deal of such little things,but honestly they add up in my already cluttered head. I can't wait for summer, so I can just get a break. Oh! I forgot, I am extremely sunburned, to top it all off. So there ya have it folks, my awesome life.
I love words. They can be said, sang, written, and read. It's wonderful, putting random shapes, we call letters, together to form a thing, that we call words. My favorite word is word, which is ironic. I use ironic and hypocrite, more than I should. I swear too, which I shouldn't but that never stops me. Words,think about them.
I was in the car. Mad, from how the day went. What set me off even more, was my sister. Who was swearing at the traffic. I just kept quiet for the most part, well for some part. We kept driving, when I saw two kids walking. They put their backpacks on forward, for a number of reason: to draw attention (which most kids do these days), or to be orginal (which they aren't) or for laughs (not funny, kiddies). You may not think of anything if you saw them, but that is what I thought.
I got lemon gum for Easter. I didn't expect it to be good. I thought 'ew, lemon... Sour... Gross'. But, believe it or not, I love it. It's like drinking sweet lemonade. Next time you buy gum, buy lemon gum.
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