Liqued Glass--chapter three
Alice Stood up from her couch and walked over to the window, or what was left of it. She had smashed it in yesterday night, after her dad tried to hit her again. She was plotting some way to get rid of that Bastard...he was the one who stole her happiness, he didn't know what it meant to be a dad. Always coming home drunk, always screaming, yelling, reminding her constantly that she was stupid, and if she ever told anyone about what he did to her mother, she would die too. She couldn't let that happen. Her small pay from the 24/7 was barely enough to support both of them, and besides--Her father usually spent what she got on booze and cigarettes. She didn't even know why she bothered to call him dad.
"Gods, what Am I going to do.." She mused to herself silently.
She knew that the only way to rid herself of the plague that was her dad was to kill him. She had never killed anyone, ever before, but she knew it had to be done. It was a feeling that made her stomach lurch, that she had to take the life of another person. But her father had done it, why couldn't she? She had the knife in hand many of times, but she never brought it down. How was she going to get through this? She sighed and leaned against the wall next to the window, picking up a piece of broken glass and looking at it. She saw her reflection. Her messy purple hair, her once shining amber eyes that now seemed dim.Everything about her was just as she remembered three weeks ago, when she made the last attempt on her father's life, but something was diffrent. Her reflection was transparent, like the glass she stared at. She threw the piece down and it shattered into even smaller pieces. She got up and looked at the mirror she had, the rims covered in red paint. She didn't remember painting it, but it was. She looked at herself once more.Her reflection still looked a bit transparent, like you could see right through her soul..like she was a ghost. She knew she was sick, and she had to get rid of her disease, and soon.
**(for those of you who don't get it, her dad is the disease.)
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Johnny sat at his desk, writing in his Die-ary.
"Dear Die-ary, Today I met a girl. Well, I didn't actually MEET her formally, I just saw her at the 24/7. She's the new clerk. I don't think I'm going to kill her...Because, well, something happened and I think she was one of those few people who aren't assholes. See, I was going to pay for my brainfreezy, and she was there at the counter, just not saying anything,r eading. I didn't want to wait, but I don't like to kill girls..very much. (hee hee) Anyway, I kind of spoke to her, and then she went nuts apologizing for making me wait! Truthfully, I didn't mind, and she didn't have to apologize, but she did. Like she had to, or someone would beat her up. She looked kind of scared, but she was really sorry. I saw it in her eyes. I also killed that annoying preppy girl that threw her pom-pom at me. It was satisfying."
He reclined and looked at what he had just written.
"I wonder what was the matter with that girl..That was pretty odd.."
"She's just another girl, Johnny. Another sniveling, worthless girl who will hurt you. Just like Devi did.You should bring her home and rip her intestines out, Johnny."
"Eff..You don't even know her. How can you say something like that? How can you judge someone just by how they sound? Or look? Or act?"
"My dear boy, It's perfectly simple. You see, If you were that girl, what do you think you would have done? I mean, look at you. She was probably just apologizing because she was frightened of you. She didn't really care."
"No, no, eff, I saw it, I saw her eyes. They were sincere."
"Johnny! Why don't you make this easier on yourself? The solution is right there! In front of you! Take that knife, Johnny. Rid yourself of tempation. Don't let anyone else hurt you. Just let yourself go! Time for great Egress."
Johnny picked up the knife and fingered it. He didn't want to kill himself, he thought he had already established that point with Psycho Doughboy.
"No, D-boy." He threw the knife at The styrofoam statue, next to the one that was already there.
"I thought the first knife had already been a warning. apparently you didn't get it. I want to live. And eff, save your breath. You have no reason to gloat, because I don't want to live to destroy assholes and feed your damn wall. I want to find that girl. I want to know what made her so..sincere."
Alice Stood up from her couch and walked over to the window, or what was left of it. She had smashed it in yesterday night, after her dad tried to hit her again. She was plotting some way to get rid of that Bastard...he was the one who stole her happiness, he didn't know what it meant to be a dad. Always coming home drunk, always screaming, yelling, reminding her constantly that she was stupid, and if she ever told anyone about what he did to her mother, she would die too. She couldn't let that happen. Her small pay from the 24/7 was barely enough to support both of them, and besides--Her father usually spent what she got on booze and cigarettes. She didn't even know why she bothered to call him dad.
"Gods, what Am I going to do.." She mused to herself silently.
She knew that the only way to rid herself of the plague that was her dad was to kill him. She had never killed anyone, ever before, but she knew it had to be done. It was a feeling that made her stomach lurch, that she had to take the life of another person. But her father had done it, why couldn't she? She had the knife in hand many of times, but she never brought it down. How was she going to get through this? She sighed and leaned against the wall next to the window, picking up a piece of broken glass and looking at it. She saw her reflection. Her messy purple hair, her once shining amber eyes that now seemed dim.Everything about her was just as she remembered three weeks ago, when she made the last attempt on her father's life, but something was diffrent. Her reflection was transparent, like the glass she stared at. She threw the piece down and it shattered into even smaller pieces. She got up and looked at the mirror she had, the rims covered in red paint. She didn't remember painting it, but it was. She looked at herself once more.Her reflection still looked a bit transparent, like you could see right through her soul..like she was a ghost. She knew she was sick, and she had to get rid of her disease, and soon.
**(for those of you who don't get it, her dad is the disease.)
*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
Johnny sat at his desk, writing in his Die-ary.
"Dear Die-ary, Today I met a girl. Well, I didn't actually MEET her formally, I just saw her at the 24/7. She's the new clerk. I don't think I'm going to kill her...Because, well, something happened and I think she was one of those few people who aren't assholes. See, I was going to pay for my brainfreezy, and she was there at the counter, just not saying anything,r eading. I didn't want to wait, but I don't like to kill girls..very much. (hee hee) Anyway, I kind of spoke to her, and then she went nuts apologizing for making me wait! Truthfully, I didn't mind, and she didn't have to apologize, but she did. Like she had to, or someone would beat her up. She looked kind of scared, but she was really sorry. I saw it in her eyes. I also killed that annoying preppy girl that threw her pom-pom at me. It was satisfying."
He reclined and looked at what he had just written.
"I wonder what was the matter with that girl..That was pretty odd.."
"She's just another girl, Johnny. Another sniveling, worthless girl who will hurt you. Just like Devi did.You should bring her home and rip her intestines out, Johnny."
"Eff..You don't even know her. How can you say something like that? How can you judge someone just by how they sound? Or look? Or act?"
"My dear boy, It's perfectly simple. You see, If you were that girl, what do you think you would have done? I mean, look at you. She was probably just apologizing because she was frightened of you. She didn't really care."
"No, no, eff, I saw it, I saw her eyes. They were sincere."
"Johnny! Why don't you make this easier on yourself? The solution is right there! In front of you! Take that knife, Johnny. Rid yourself of tempation. Don't let anyone else hurt you. Just let yourself go! Time for great Egress."
Johnny picked up the knife and fingered it. He didn't want to kill himself, he thought he had already established that point with Psycho Doughboy.
"No, D-boy." He threw the knife at The styrofoam statue, next to the one that was already there.
"I thought the first knife had already been a warning. apparently you didn't get it. I want to live. And eff, save your breath. You have no reason to gloat, because I don't want to live to destroy assholes and feed your damn wall. I want to find that girl. I want to know what made her so..sincere."