TROUBLED CHILD

A/N: Hello, what's up! GamerGirl here, and welcome to yet ANOTHER story! This in first person, and has quite a bit of poetry in it! I've gotten inspired by a few stories that I read, so I decided to cobble up something of my own!

That being said and out of the way . . . let's stop blabbing!

Enjoy my seventh published story, dear readers!

Slowly dragged to my death . . .

I pleaded with them.

I got nothing

But laughter.

I was silently suffering from the derisive comments that the zombies were throwing at me. It was bad enough that I was snatched off the streets by these . . . these undead cannibals. But to think that they'd laugh as they whipped me and laughed at my cries and whimpers of pain . . . Lord have mercy!

I so desperately wanted to die . . .

But not at the hands of these evil beings.

No . . .

My life has been as unhappy as hell . . .

I'd rather take my own life with my own leaves.

And not let these idiots kill me as I struggle to walk.

My roots were bleeding very badly at this point as the whip yet again slashed at me. I let out a small cry of agony, which made the zombies laugh even more.

I can hardly walk.

I know I can't continue.

I must die now!

NOW, I say!

Take my life, and let me die gracefully!

"Aw, the poor little girl! Crying and sobbing like a ten month old baby!" the zombie with the whip guffawed. "Oh, well . . . what do you expect from a troubled child like this walking winter?"

I sighed, and let the whip slash down my stem.

Of course!

I am a troubled child!

I'll never find peace . . .

Unless I die.

I let out a small growl as the zombies began kicking me over to the imposing building that was the zombie base.

Campbell House,

Home of my nemesis . . .

NO!

I shall not accept this death!

I can't take it any more!

I'll take my life with my own leaves!

"Daydreaming, my new prisoner?" a sinister, snarling, evil voice jeered as I bumped into an object of some sort. I looked up, and nearly had a heart attack.

The red eyes.

The mean smile.

The broken rotting teeth.

The green skin.

The gnarled hands.

Ready to choke a victim.

"NO! NO!" I yelled, kicking and flailing as hard as I could. I didn't want to die at the hands of this . . . evil, undead idiot! I needed to escape . . . I needed to run . . .

The leader of the enemies let out a laugh.

A laugh full of scorn.

A laugh filled with hate.

Humourless, haunting, positively ugly . . .

It made me want to scream.

And surely enough, I did as I tried to kick away the zombies. "Get away from me, you fiends! Away, I say!" The red eyed zombie, Zomboss, only let out another one of those disturbing laughs. He took out a gun, and pulled the trigger, resulting in mounting pain that coursed through my body like some poisonous, sinister river.

The pain is too much!

I must die, and I must die NOW!

I can't take the burden of my life anymore . . .

I must end it all someway . . .

"Right. Now . . . recall this?" Zomboss snickered as he injected a needle into my bulb and caused me to recall a scene that haunted and pained me to this day.

My sister and I were playing.

Innocent, carefree, my sister laughed.

I joined in with the merriment, only for her sake.

I couldn't laugh, because I was born incapable of laughing.

Or smiling.

Or being happy, period.

Just then, a boom resounded through the park.

Zombies of every kind came.

They charged, with guns in their rotting hands.

Out of fear, I hid behind a bush, and left my sister there.

She screamed as the zombies slowly tore her apart.

And I did NOTHING.

The anger, guilt and sadness was to haunt me forever.

And I wanted to end it.

I came back into reality as Zomboss let out another laugh. "And now, I shall make the burden of your grief and guilt everlasting. Meaning you'll have this scene at the front of your mind, and you shall never shake it off. You hear? NEVER!"

The last thing I wanted.

Grief.

The enemy that could only be defeated

By happiness.

Something I wasn't

Capable of.

Suddenly, I could feel my body begin to change as Zomboss waved his hands back and forth. I could feel myself becoming skinnier, and, strangely enough, dimmer. Zomboss finally stopped his little ritual and stood back, the evil grin back on his stupid little face. "Now, you are nothing more than a shadow, you stupid little girl. A shadow of grief and sadness!" he cackled. I gasped as I saw my reflection in a cracked mirror in a corner.

I'm a shadow.

A shadow of eternal grief.

A shadow that only knew sadness.

I try to crack a smile.

I receive a frown and a sob as a reward.

Truly, I was a

Hollow soul.

A troubled child.

"Yes. Now go. Get the hell out of my domicile, and don't come back, you hear? Idiot!" Zomboss yelled as he picked me right up and threw me right out a window.

1 YEAR LATER.

1997

I haven't changed a bit.

I was still that shadow,

The mere, hollow shadow of who I once was.

I needed to die, and die NOW!

"Well, where were you, demented child?" my foster mother growled as I stumbled into the home at 8 o'clock at night, after a late mosey around the block. Without even giving me a chance to answer, she took out her trusty "whipping spoon" and started whacking me from root to crystal, screaming at me all the way. With a yell of anguish, I pushed the Sunflower away, angry and spiteful.

I nervously climbed up the ladder that led into the attic, with a knife in one leaf.

This is the night I disappear.

This is the night I die.

This is the night that I shall be set free.

Goodbye, trouble.

Goodbye, cruel world.

I plunge the knife into my heart, and let the world spin round.

I feel the loving arms of Death

Clothe me in their warmth and comfort.

I see a light.

The first light I've seen,

For this

Troubled child.