I guess you can say that I've always been a pessimist. I've never understood people's obsession with needing to know things. Why not just sit back and let fate win? It always does. Why do people feel the need to avoid what must happen; like when my father found out my mother had cancer. He kept begging for doctors to find cures, or give her more treatments of chemo. I was only 13 when this happened, but I couldn't understand how someone could be so selfish. She needed to die. Do I sound sick? I'm just honest. She wasn't happy being alive; that much was obvious. Even when she was what a cancer patient could be considered as 'healthy' she wasn't the same mother I grew up with. To say I was happy she was dead would be a lie. I wasn't happy, but relieved. Everyone dies, and until then they are worrying about how they will die, why they are dying at that age, or think about all the things they haven't done. Me? Personally I just don't give two fucks. I am a free spirit that likes Rock and Roll and is an outcast in today's society. Although I wouldn't say I am shunned per say as I am ignored. I look like the kid that smokes cigarettes and graffiti's everything when in reality I just keep to myself. The minute I turned 16 I was emancipated from my father and haven't spoken to him in 2 years. It was a fairly easy process. He didn't want me and I couldn't stand the sight of him. Dude. I am totally ranting to you right now aren't I? Fuck. Sorry man. Anyways the name is Lita Davis. I was born with the name Katie McGuire, but that name just didn't fit me. When I think of a Katie McGuire I think of a light brown shoulder length haired girl with brown eyes and tanned skin, perfect body figure and straight A student. Not a girl with brown hair with a purple tint that reached her lower back, greens eyes that looked yellow in the light, paleish skin despite her Native American background, a curvy body and a high school drop out. That's why my name is Lita. Lita Jane Davis.
Being a free spirit means you cannot settle down in one place for very long. That's why I lived in my forest green Station Wagon. It's a sexy beast of a car. I never traveled alone though. I had my beautiful black Great Dane. I named him Eamon. It means defender and by God that's exactly what he is. He's my little hell hound, looks like one too.
Driving down long highways with no traffic either way at night can be a bit scary. It's a tad bit dark. I always liked the dark, but not driving in it. I'm not a very good driver to begin with. To make myself feel a little better I blasted a CD singing along to one of my favorite songs.
"Your lips and skin, they taste of sin. STEP 1, there's silence in your screaming! As I'm cutting out your tongue. This will be the last time that we ever play this game." … Alright. I'll admit that those lyrics are a bit morbid. I absolutely loved music that had so much anger in them. I take back what I said earlier. I'm not a free spirit; I'm just a freak. "STEP 2, feast upon your insides. Drain the blood out of your veins. This will be the last time that you ever see my face!" If you haven't guessed, this song is about draining someone dry of their blood. That's right. Sucking it right out of their necks. I've always found vampires absolutely fascinating, but then Twilight came out and everyone suddenly came obsessed with them. It was MY love story before fucking Bella came along. I mean seriously? Vampires sparkling in the sunlight? If you like sparkling men there are a few gay clubs that you can pick one up at. Sure, he won't play for your team, but at least your fantasy will finally come true. Yep. Imma haterz. I'm not really into sparkling men who aren't strong enough to resist me. I'm more into the lurk in the shadows, have fangs and leave puncture wounds in my neck after a good make session. I admit it, I am a little bit of a masochist. I looked over at Eamon and saw that he was sleeping in the passenger seat. I'm not sure how he fit because he is a big guy, but he looked comfortable so I let him be. I looked back to the rode and tried to stay awake as I was driving. Not an easy task when you've driven for the last day and a half, only stopping when someone had to pee. I was desperately trying to keep my eyes open so I turned the music up louder. That was probably where I made my biggest mistake. I dozed off for only a few seconds and when I jolted back awake the car was headed off the rode and toward a tree. I took in a breath and put my hand on Eamon right before we crashed and I hit my head on the steering wheel, knocking me out cold.