Decisions
YAY writers block gone. I'm using Forsaken-in-death's idea. Congratulations, Forsaken-in-death may now flame away!
Disclaimer- I don't own it got it yet?
'Do it Squee,' Shmee's voice said, now even Shmee was rooting for Johnny's death. There was a pep rally going on in his mind, ironic sense he loathed pep rallies. He was going to snap, too much noise in his head, too much of insanity, too much of reality. He jumped up and lunged at Johnny. That took Johnny by surprise that gave him the brief upper hand. That's all he needed, just a second to get on top, or so he thought. One of his hands clasped around Johnny's throat, the other went to Johnny's jacket trying to find a knife that he knew Johnny had. He pulled out a long blade after mere seconds of searching.
"This is it Johnny, your time is up. After this I think I'll end it for myself too." The voices in his head went into a fury, but he wasn't listening. He knew there was a war going on in his head, some in agreement of his decision to end his life, others trying to suppress the happy ones. He didn't care anymore.
"I'm tired of who I am, and this fucking planet. This is it, but you're going first." He said calmly. Todd lowered the knife to Johnny's throat.
"Good bye."
Adania screamed and stomped her feet in frustration, earning her weird looks from passer byers. Oh fucking God was she pissed. First off, she was lost. Which, might she interject, is the first time that has happened to her, ever. Next she was confused about her feelings for the cute Squee kid. Which was another thing that pissed her off. Maybe she was absolutely psycho, but being attracted to a boy who looked like he was two seconds from death? What the fuck was wrong with her. Oh dear sweet Jesus was she confused, and the only thing she hated more than being confused was cows. She wasn't exactly sure why she didn't like the spotted creature, but she couldn't stand them, unless they were sliding down her throat into her stomach.
"Deep breath in," she sighed to herself, knowing well screaming and stamping her foot wouldn't get her unlost. First order of business was to find Squee and kill him, or kiss him.
YAY review! I added my bit to the plot idea of Forsaken-on-death, I hope ya like.
YAY writers block gone. I'm using Forsaken-in-death's idea. Congratulations, Forsaken-in-death may now flame away!
Disclaimer- I don't own it got it yet?
'Do it Squee,' Shmee's voice said, now even Shmee was rooting for Johnny's death. There was a pep rally going on in his mind, ironic sense he loathed pep rallies. He was going to snap, too much noise in his head, too much of insanity, too much of reality. He jumped up and lunged at Johnny. That took Johnny by surprise that gave him the brief upper hand. That's all he needed, just a second to get on top, or so he thought. One of his hands clasped around Johnny's throat, the other went to Johnny's jacket trying to find a knife that he knew Johnny had. He pulled out a long blade after mere seconds of searching.
"This is it Johnny, your time is up. After this I think I'll end it for myself too." The voices in his head went into a fury, but he wasn't listening. He knew there was a war going on in his head, some in agreement of his decision to end his life, others trying to suppress the happy ones. He didn't care anymore.
"I'm tired of who I am, and this fucking planet. This is it, but you're going first." He said calmly. Todd lowered the knife to Johnny's throat.
"Good bye."
Adania screamed and stomped her feet in frustration, earning her weird looks from passer byers. Oh fucking God was she pissed. First off, she was lost. Which, might she interject, is the first time that has happened to her, ever. Next she was confused about her feelings for the cute Squee kid. Which was another thing that pissed her off. Maybe she was absolutely psycho, but being attracted to a boy who looked like he was two seconds from death? What the fuck was wrong with her. Oh dear sweet Jesus was she confused, and the only thing she hated more than being confused was cows. She wasn't exactly sure why she didn't like the spotted creature, but she couldn't stand them, unless they were sliding down her throat into her stomach.
"Deep breath in," she sighed to herself, knowing well screaming and stamping her foot wouldn't get her unlost. First order of business was to find Squee and kill him, or kiss him.
YAY review! I added my bit to the plot idea of Forsaken-on-death, I hope ya like.
