I don't own Faith. Not usually what I do but thought I'd write something a little dark.
Ya know sometimes I wonder are the PTB laughin' their asses off now. They chose a fuck up like me ta be a slayer. I mean yeah it gives me a reason ta keep livin' but I don't understand it. I do nothing but fuck up. And ya know hangin' with the scoobs remind me of that. No they don't say anything but they're good. Ya know they can do no wrong. Well I know that in reality that aint true cus aint nobody perfect. I don't care how much ya think ya shit don't stank. Sometimes I wonder are they sincere. The gang. I'll never be one of them. But there are times when I feel like... I could be. Like if I'd open up they'd accept me for me. But then I remember...I'm not even supposed to be here now. Buffy is and always will be the slayer. I mean technically she's just a slayer but we all know I could never be the slayer. I know she hated me when I first got here. She felt intimidated by me. By my prescience. Like I was gonna steal her glory. Nah not me. I just came to meet the golden girl who it was all about. She's all my watcher talked about ya know. All I heard was 'faith you should do this its how Buffy does it.' or 'faith you should focus more like Buffy does.' never once did I hear a ' good job faith.' ' you trained well today faith.' its all good though. I should be used to it. I am. Ya know she's got it. What ever it is. Maybe its a blond thing. Eh I doubt it. The life of an emotionally unstable teenager is bad. The life of an emotionally unstable slayer is worse. Ya know they say your life flashes before your eyes before you die. So what happens to the folks who never had a life just a shell of existence. Yeah I'm deep as fuck. Just never show it. But ya know sittin here in this crappy ass motel room, I realize it. That its all pain and death. My life that is. Ya know I've heard some people say you do to others what's been done to you. Everybody left me. So does that mean I'm gonna leave everybody? Probably but I doubt I'd be missed. Anyway its time to end all the pain and the sufferin'. Nobody to say good bye to. I pick up this gun and aim it at my temple. So this is it. I end it all. I pull the trigger.
One week later... nobody's pov.
"uh hi...I'm the new slayer Kennedy."
tell me what ya ppl think. Oh yeah I wasn't to sure what the rating would be so I just put it here.