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She was out-spoken, differen't from the others, she had no friends what-so-ever, all alone she was. Her heart was nothing at all, just glue perhaps... They saw her as a ugly duckling, but I thought she was beautiful, an angel perhaps. I once saw her crying on her desk in High school. I sat in front of her, usually minding my own buisness, off in my own twisted world, I noticed.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked?
"No," she replied looking up at me, wondering why I had spoken to her.
"Then whats wrong?" I asked looking rather sweet, with a small yet warm smile on my face.
"I asked... Anna Jones and Sally Burns if I could sign her year book, and she said Never, and then I asked other people, and they all laughed in my face! Nobody wants me to sign their year books" she cried.
I simply smiled at her, handing her my yearbook "Here you can sign mine" I said looking bright, and I smiled looking into her eyes, she looked at mine, and for once in her life, she smiled. Taking out a pen, and she signed my year book.
"I'm Hannah" she said, reaching out to shake my hand. "Drew" I said looking at her, I shook her hand.
Hannah smelt different like daisy's, reminded me of my funky Great Grandma, who was in love with daisy's, probably loved them more then my Great Grandpa.
I had no friends, really. I wasn't very open to the people at my school, or in my family either. I felt alone, maybe I was alone, or ment to be alone... but then I met Hannah, and within that rainy day, kids signing each other's year books, she had become my best friend- my only friend.
Hannah and I would dance upon the Garden of faded daisy's, in other words they were dying. She had a true talent, saw the world like no one else. One day when we were walking together in the park, she had found a dying butterfly, she then took it within her precious hands, and held it on until it had... well died. The next day she would give me a neckless, with two pieces of glass attached, and in the middle layed the dead butterfly. The necklass was absolutly beautiful.
The people of are town thought it was weird that Hannah and I were friends, best friends. We both had no one, no one at all, but each other. I was a punk goth, and she was a nerdy girl. But somehow we understood each other really, we could relate.
I remember my father always screaming in my face "Your such a damn Mistake Drew!" I would look at him with bitterness in my eyes, my old man calling me a mistake. I craved the day I would see him die, rot right on the ground, what an idiot. It took me awhile to realize that I don't need my dumb alcoholic father. My mother on the otherside was misrable but always looked to a brighter day, no matter what. She was abused, by my father who was her husband of course. I guess alcohal can really screw someone up, eh? My mother had absolutly the most beautiful, and stunning lips I have ever seen. Am I sick for just wanting to kiss them, for my own pleasure? I can't help that I desired them so, they were just so drop-dead-gorgous.
About 2 months after Hannah and I being friends, she found someone- someone else. His name was Dan. Dan Lewis, one of the more easy-on-the-eye kind of guys in are high school, and I couldn't see why he wanted Hannah so. She was so happy with him, and he was a player, or to me at least, thats what I thought. Maybe I was simply just jealous or something, who knows, then again who really cares?
"Oh Drew, I'm so happy with Dan, he is just everything to me" jumped Hannah up and down, happy, smiling ever so bright. Maybe I should just be happy with her being happy, or not.
"Hannah, you should watch out for that guy, I hear he is quite the stud" I managed to say, biting a lip.
She then gave me a glare, stopping for a moment. "Drew, how could you think that? Dan loves me," she said.
"Hannah- I'm just worried okay" I said.
"No your not Drew, your just jealous, well... well... screw you" she said, running off to who knows were, Dan perhaps. I simply punched a Locker with my fist, realesing my rage and anger, but that day, yes that day, would be the saddest day of my life.
I would got into the libarary, and spy on Hannah of course, without her knowing it. She was helping out Misty Garth, some basket case kind of girl. She looked weird I guess, but then again I was weird, but she was really weird. I think Misty is a lesbian, or bisexual perhaps.
"So Hannah, wanna come over some time and you know hang out?" asked Misty leaning back on her chair, stroking the tips of her hair. Hannah simply said nothing, looking down.
"Oh Hannah, I know you need your beauty sleep" said Misty getting up, "But not for long, and hey thanks for helping me out" she said licking her lips, and the taste of her lip gloss, cherry. She then exited the libarary.
Everyday I would walk home, seeing my mother in the yard, planting plants in the Garden she loved more then life itself. It was absolutly beautiful, the only garden on are street of trash. I would smile, wave to her, then go on into the house, were I would fine my alcoholic father drinking boose, and laying his fat ass on the stinky couch, watching TV. I went up into my room, looking at myself in the mirror, I hated what I saw and I believed that life sucked, all of it, I believed I sucked, and that I was a horrible person, and maybe the truth was that I was a horrible person. I would cry at nights, cutting my wriste to relieve the stress, only listenening to the sound of the blood hitting the floor with a big loud wet smack, and the feeling was incredible. The blade going deeper and deeper inside me, cutting the edges of my soul, but It then at the same time only brought more stress.
The next day at school I would walk upon the Hallways, everyone backing away from me, I didn't know why, I guess I was a freak. I would walk to my locker, and open it, tossing my back pack into it, and then suddenly hearing a loud crash outside, that certainly caught my attention. I heard a few kids screams, cries.... A few teachers ran outside, and I would follow, knowing that something bad, horribly bad had happened. I would walk outside, under the clouds bitterness, and would see Hannah, lying right there, smashed on top of a car, bleeeding out, dead, all dead, broken like twigs, dead. A few people screamed, and others cried, and others laughed, laughed? How could you laugh when someone just freaking commited suicide!
Tears rushed down my eyes, seeing that my only friend was gone- gone forever.
"Him... It was him" I cried. That idiot Danny, he broke her heart, cheated on her, used her, and she had thought he loved her. I was burning with fire and rage inside, just waiting to be realesed, and what I found to be even more discusting, I was the only person who had attended her funeral, the only freaking person.
Two weeks had past, and the whole town had seemed to forget her, forget her existance, it seemed like she had never existed.
"I think she was a freak, really, a pathetic loser" I remember Misty saying the day she had died. Anna Jones thought it was all funny, and Dan as well seemed guilty, or bad perhaps.
I would come home from school, seeing my dad, he would hit me so hard I would bleed, poke cigarette holes in my skin, feeling as if they had burned my soul, my heart, me. My mother didn't do anything, nothing at all, she was afraid of him.
I would lay in my bed, looking at the wall, changing into something different, unusual, something evil.
"They deserve to die" the demons would speak to me, whispering beneath the walls, and into my ears, taking over me, with their deep, dark satanic voices, laughing almost, giving me chills, scaring me.
"No they don't," I said "They don't deserve to die" I said raising my voice.
"Screw that, they deserve to rot, and be tortured" the demons laughed, screaming almost, screech sceech.
Tears of fear began to rush down my eyes. I looked up and cried out loud "What do you want from me, what do you want from me, please tell me! And Just leave me alone, leave me alone!"
"Cut yourself", "No", "Cut yourself", "No", "CUT YOUR DAMN SELF!" I jumped up crying my eyes out, under the darkness, screaming in fear. I felt my heart sinking in a swamp, rotting, rotting, rotting. I feared it all, everything, and yet everything was my weakness. "Why are you doing this to me! Why? Why? Why?" I cried! No reply... Still no reply.... only silence, a long deadly silence had taken over. "Because you deserve it" they whispered gently in my ear. I felt a little more calm... I closed my eyes, but of course that would simply and likely break within moments. "NOW DO IT!!!!!" They screamed in me, ripping me up inside. I jumped up crying, I couldn't take it anymore, I then took the sharp blade out, which reflected me, and My reflection, and some how I saw my horrible self within them... I pressed the blade against my skin, stopped crying, and sliced, pouring the blood into a bucket, full of the rotted blood I had cut from the past, and simply stuck it under my bed.
"Now its time..." they said to me... I replied "Okay...." and the next day would be the last.....
I walked upon the Hallways of school, with no expression on my face, only straight eyes on, and in my pocket was a pistol, in other words a gun, loaded, and a knife in the other.Misty, were are you?...
Misty looked at her reflection in the bathroom, with all of those piercings she looked like a punk, smiling, admiring herself. She was alone in the bathroom, skipping class. She turned around to see that I was standing there, right in front of her, I smirked.
"Hey you, Your not supposed to be in the girls bathroom, besides...." she paused, I said nothing only giving her fear in her eyes, "I'm a lesbain" she said backing away a few steps as her eyes widen looking at me, her jaw dropped as I pulled out a knife, smiling evily at her, I stabbed her down, as she streamed with blood, hitting the mirror, she died with her eyes wide open, and her jaw dropped. I simply looked down at her, and smiled, showing my discusting yellow teeth. Dan....
Dan would be making out with some unknown girl in the Janitor's closet, in the dark.
"Oh Dan" moaned Lisa LaBelle. She was a very attractive yet snobbish kind of girl, with make-up on, covering her true ugly self. "I think we should get to class."
"Oh come on," he winned, pulling away from her. He looked down, pissed off. She then opened the closet door, looking directly at me.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked. I quickly then pulled out my knife, and stabbed her right in the stomach, as she fell to the floor, closing her eyes, she died. With only Dan looking scared, at me. He backed away.
"Your the one who caused all of this Dan! You killed Hannah! You made her do it! It was you! YOU" I screamed, I then held out the gun, pointing at him with tears racing down from my eyes, and across my cheeks, they became blood shot.
"I... I... I didn't mean.... too" he hesitated. I think quickly said "Screw you" and fired the gun shooting him in the head, boom, splat his brain went flooding out of his skin, ripping. I then walked down the hall, covered in his blood, looking around, as a few people came out of the classrooms, looking confused, and scared, mad.
"Once a freak, always a freak" whispered Anna Jones, I had heard... I glared at her, taking out the gun and fired at her, shooting her twice in the heart, as she flew back, crashing into the wall, as the shelf of heavy books fell down crushing Sally Burns to death, she died. I then walked directly out of school, next stop.... home.
I was covered in my victim's blood, wearing their blood in other words, saw my mother planting pants in her garden, smiling as usual, but this time she wasn't, she looked at me. "Maybe your Father is right, you are a mistake" she said walking into the house. My eyes began to cry, as I heard what she had said. I walked into the house, looking at her. She poured herself a glass of milk, I shot her, right in the cheast, and I saw a tear fall from her eyes as she hit the floor, and her blood poured out, as the glass of milk spilled mixing in with it. I then walked into the living room looking at my father, the one man who I had hated most in this pathetic world that I know as hell.
"What did you do you little freak?" He asked raising his voice, getting up off of the couch, looking at me. I didn't reply, He walked closer.... Still no reply.... He came closer and closer. "ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" He yelled, hitting me across the face. I then looked up at him, with fire in my eyes, pulled the knife out, and stabbed him repeatly in the stomach, laughing at him. He fell to the floor, looking up at me, raising a hand, and I shot him with the gun, right in the mouth, as the red liquid fell out of him. I then walked up the stairs... beginning to shake, I went into my room, locking the door, and looking into the mirror, realizing what I had done. This time I hadd hated what I saw more then any other day. "What have I done" I said with tears, red tears in my eyes?
"You Killed" They said and at that exact moment I had realized there were no demons, no demons at all... I had made them up with my own sick mind! I made them up, all up! The demons were fake, Hannah was fake, my mother was fake, father, It was all in my head, my mind, my sick mind.
I looked at the type writer, at my story, realizing it had burned holes in my heart, but why? Because I had brought such evil to it? I couldn't believe what I had wrote, and the truth is I imagined every bit of it, coming to believe that it was all a reality, yet it was not, not at all. I stood still for about an hour, not thinking, not hearing anything, just standing still, with my eyes open, then later I closed them, and a red tear had fallen from my eye....
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