I Carry This Alone – Meeting Her
NOTE: Here is my first fanfiction I have decided to create and I hope people read and like it!
I feel never needed, almost like no one knows I exist. In fact, they do know I exist, they just don't care. I feel like everyone is surrounding me, and I'm not liking what is around me. I feel like there is a knife in my bum. A bloody one.
As I walked up the stairs of Roscoe high, I wondered how the kids would be there. Would they be friendly, would they show compassion? Were they the type of people that insulted you behind your back, and then pretended to love your every move? I think I would rather be there by myself, for I only trust myself. I only love myself and I fight for only myself. I kill to know I exist.
With a sword at my waste but camouflaged by jeans, I was finally into the school. I saw the happy kids; who were only to be happy for now. The mission so valuable, it would not only cost me my life, but the lives of many. But, as I said before, I only love myself. I kill to know what my reason in life is.
You have a large sum of money for me! My wife is Chiba! I want to move to India! People can turn their hair white, I swear I saw it, and they have blue eyes! She is a doll to me, and we had sex when we turned into orbs of light….
I constantly tried to maintain the psychotic thoughts in the deepened part of my brain. I didn't need to see this; it didn't need to be brought out. As long as I can maintain my schizophrenia, I have nothing to lose. No medicine could help me for this illness. I believe I'm supposed to walk this path of life by myself, all by myself. You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know what I'm about to do.
As I approached locker 270, there was a blonde girl standing with a brunette next to her. As I reached to my waste to pull the sword that was so willingly ready to escape my jeans, the blonde paid me mind.
"Hello," She said, and she gave me a smile. "Are you new to Roscoe high?" I gave her a nod. "Well, my name is Lillian but everyone refers to me as Lily, and my goofy friend next to me, her name… is Parker." The girl named Lily's beauty struck me in the place I least expected. If only I could live with out it, I would cut it into thirty thousand pieces and sell it as a jigsaw puzzle. I wouldn't have to spend so much on red tie-dye.
"May I accompany you around the school," I asked, trying to sound as polite as I could. This blonde didn't look like she deserved to die.
To Be Continued……….