Self's Destruction: written by Lanyka Lincoln
Kristie finally decides to kill herself but instead she has chaos, destruction, and a really bad headache. But the question is... Will she succeed?
The night was quiet, (hah) as if I cared...maybe it's because something fucked up is going to happen. But should I care? I just woke up from another unpleasant dream, which it doesn't seem to bother me that much.
I can feel the sweat rolled down the back of my shirt, but I didn't bother wipe it away like I used to, instead I sunk into my thoughts again. The loneliness; I can't bare the feeling for the longest... I hate it, to cry alone (if I could) to sleep alone...one of the things I hate the most about being human ... is emotions...no happiness... I feel nothing. Let me die...
Suddenly, a loud noise boomed into my head, making me jump out of the sheets and land onto the floor. I ignored the pain from the fall, and began searching my body for a new day.
BANG! BANG!
I turned my attention to the door already knowing who was it, I peek through keyhole, anyway (I like that keyhole).
"Hello!"
"Shit..." I thought.
"Kris? You alive in there?"
"Yeah, for now..." I murmured. Suddenly an inspiration popped into my head.
Before I can catch another statement from Sara I pulled away from the door and headed to the window.
"Because I'm alive," I thought. "That's the flaw! I'm living which means I'm miserable! If I die..." The thought made me feel more depressed... more daring that I picked up speed towards the window.
"That's means no more voices, no monsters, no nothing!"
(Except...)
I stopped inches away from my freedom, "Except what?" I said roughly, turning toward the freed voice.
(Freedom of course! Stop being stupid and think!)
"Think about what?!" I snarled, "Your freedom? No! My freedom, from this shit hole I called a reality!"
(So, you just going to give up after all you been through?)
"Yeah, like my unwanted parents, knowing that you never fall in love or be gay for that matter!!! Realizing I'm some projectile for HELL to come on earth!! Hearing noises in my closest, which is really fuckin' creeping me out!!! And seeing the wonderful, unforgettable, fresh KILL from a manic that they were looking for during the crime watch!! I mean...he was so nice..."
(Yeah? Who?)
"Nothing. Anyhow, I told my reasons and that will be my closure upon my life of dismay...so leave me alone. And let me die..."
(Heh...Heh, heh HAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHA!!)
I stopped before I'd continued; a flash of anger took over as I stare at it with a murderous glare.
(Ah, lass. You are still as naïve as they come.)
"What does that suppose to mean?" I snapped roughly, trying to restrain myself ripping the object into three, beside it's just a doll.
(Look at you, Lass! You're shaking all over! You know death isn't the answer, the way you describe the lad.)
I took long thought about it, he was right, shit. I really didn't want to do this! I mean I am depressed but not that depressed!! Hell on that, I'm doing it anyway before I really regret it.
"Hmm, ...fuck you." I finally spoke pointing at the piece of shit. I leaned out the window then paused... "FUCK!"
I sadly stood up from failure then lashed out to the doll. "YOU--!!!"
(Oh Please, I didn't even hold you back this time! It was your decision! You've stopped!!)
"Because you knew..." I hissed.
(Humph)...and because I wouldn't let you die even you did leap out the window. You would've probably landed on a newspaper boy or something...)
"Fine... then I will shoot myself!!" I yelled then ran to my drawer, pulling out a black, shiny handgun.
.....
"Ha, You not that smart after all." I replied. I finally having that shrewd feeling, quickly direct the gun to its target, I could feel the cold metal press close to the side of my head. I began to count as I took deep long breaths and finally reached to ten. I pulled.
I
Chapter 2: First go Suicide then come Destruction!
Kristie finally decides to kill herself but instead she has chaos, destruction, and a really bad headache. But the question is... Will she succeed?
The night was quiet, (hah) as if I cared...maybe it's because something fucked up is going to happen. But should I care? I just woke up from another unpleasant dream, which it doesn't seem to bother me that much.
I can feel the sweat rolled down the back of my shirt, but I didn't bother wipe it away like I used to, instead I sunk into my thoughts again. The loneliness; I can't bare the feeling for the longest... I hate it, to cry alone (if I could) to sleep alone...one of the things I hate the most about being human ... is emotions...no happiness... I feel nothing. Let me die...
Suddenly, a loud noise boomed into my head, making me jump out of the sheets and land onto the floor. I ignored the pain from the fall, and began searching my body for a new day.
BANG! BANG!
I turned my attention to the door already knowing who was it, I peek through keyhole, anyway (I like that keyhole).
"Hello!"
"Shit..." I thought.
"Kris? You alive in there?"
"Yeah, for now..." I murmured. Suddenly an inspiration popped into my head.
Before I can catch another statement from Sara I pulled away from the door and headed to the window.
"Because I'm alive," I thought. "That's the flaw! I'm living which means I'm miserable! If I die..." The thought made me feel more depressed... more daring that I picked up speed towards the window.
"That's means no more voices, no monsters, no nothing!"
(Except...)
I stopped inches away from my freedom, "Except what?" I said roughly, turning toward the freed voice.
(Freedom of course! Stop being stupid and think!)
"Think about what?!" I snarled, "Your freedom? No! My freedom, from this shit hole I called a reality!"
(So, you just going to give up after all you been through?)
"Yeah, like my unwanted parents, knowing that you never fall in love or be gay for that matter!!! Realizing I'm some projectile for HELL to come on earth!! Hearing noises in my closest, which is really fuckin' creeping me out!!! And seeing the wonderful, unforgettable, fresh KILL from a manic that they were looking for during the crime watch!! I mean...he was so nice..."
(Yeah? Who?)
"Nothing. Anyhow, I told my reasons and that will be my closure upon my life of dismay...so leave me alone. And let me die..."
(Heh...Heh, heh HAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHA!!)
I stopped before I'd continued; a flash of anger took over as I stare at it with a murderous glare.
(Ah, lass. You are still as naïve as they come.)
"What does that suppose to mean?" I snapped roughly, trying to restrain myself ripping the object into three, beside it's just a doll.
(Look at you, Lass! You're shaking all over! You know death isn't the answer, the way you describe the lad.)
I took long thought about it, he was right, shit. I really didn't want to do this! I mean I am depressed but not that depressed!! Hell on that, I'm doing it anyway before I really regret it.
"Hmm, ...fuck you." I finally spoke pointing at the piece of shit. I leaned out the window then paused... "FUCK!"
I sadly stood up from failure then lashed out to the doll. "YOU--!!!"
(Oh Please, I didn't even hold you back this time! It was your decision! You've stopped!!)
"Because you knew..." I hissed.
(Humph)...and because I wouldn't let you die even you did leap out the window. You would've probably landed on a newspaper boy or something...)
"Fine... then I will shoot myself!!" I yelled then ran to my drawer, pulling out a black, shiny handgun.
.....
"Ha, You not that smart after all." I replied. I finally having that shrewd feeling, quickly direct the gun to its target, I could feel the cold metal press close to the side of my head. I began to count as I took deep long breaths and finally reached to ten. I pulled.
I
Chapter 2: First go Suicide then come Destruction!