Disclaimer: I only own myself, if you haven't guessed so ya, and the plot.
~^*^~ Chapter 2: Somewhere, someday ~^*^~
I woke up the next morning far earlier than I would have liked. Looking at my alarm clock, I growled and was prepared to smash my alarm against the wall. It was only quarter passed six in the morning. I mean, it hadn't even gone off yet for crying out loud!
Grumbling out some hefty curse words in Hungarian, I pulled myself out of bed and had my shower, only coming out an hour later. Getting changed, and being relieved that hadn't any need to wear my school uniform, I pulled on some black jeans that flared a bit at the bottom with my Sketchers sneakers and my black sleeveless tee with the words 'This Bitch Bites' written in white. Brushing my hair and putting it up into a pony tail, I walked around the room collecting things that I'd need for the excursion today.
Discman, check. Wallet, check. Two pens, check. Mobile, check, etc, etc. Finally collecting the last of my items, I headed out into the kitchen/dinning room. Preparing myself a bowl of Corn Flakes and a bit of toast, I set to work eating, whilst watching one of my least favourite shows: Sponge-Bob Square-Pants. Well, it was either that or the Language Channel that had nothing but Chinese and Mandarin at this time in the morning.
Ten minutes later as I was putting away my washed plates, I heard a knock on the front door, signalling the arrival of my friend, Skye. She was your average Tom-Boy, so it was no surprise to see her standing there wearing skate-pants and a 'No Rules' tee with sneakers and the dragon, navy coloured, base-ball cap. Sighing as I walked out the front door with my bag in hand, I zoned out as I walked next to Skye on our way to school.
Humming a tune that I had heard from my sister the other day, I started singing along to it, only with my own words. "Joy to the world, Megs is dead. We barbequed his head! Forget about his body, we flushed it down the dunny, and round and round it goes. And round and round it goes, and round and round it goes, and round it goes." I started yelling out loud as Skye looked at me oddly but then decided the hell with it and joined in.
So there we went, yelling out the same song as we walked to school, receiving odd looks from passers-by but ignoring them. This is the time where I let loose and did my own thing, even if it meant acting like a loony with my best friend, so be it. But, of coarse, I wouldn't do it do it any where else. Honestly, between you and me, I just did it to relieve myself of all my emotions that I couldn't expel anywhere else. Most of that being anger and hurt. I would never tell anyone my troubles, never. Not even my mother. The only person I would tell my troubles though would be to three people. Well, actually, they weren't people, but they were more of imaginary beings than people.
One was my diary. I always told it my secrets, and I felt better when I had emptied my soul into it. It was like I accomplished something every time I jotted something down in that book of mine. But no one could get that diary. It was hidden in my little park, or Whoop-Whoop, as I liked to call the little green piece of land that no one occupied.
The next two, I know it sounds really weird and freaky, but the next person would be Megatron. I don't know why, but being evil is what I really am. The person that all my friends and family and acquaintances see is the 'pure, innocent' me. The one that I play to throw to all my friends to throw them off my scent. If I were to show my true colours, then, well I wouldn't even be on the Social Food-Chain. And then they'd send me off to a Loony Bin.
I was a Wanderer. I mean, I always was, and always will be. It means that I have had passed lives before the one I have now. I have never told anyone, not even in my Diary have I mentioned this, but I am. I keep having these visions of my different selves, but, always something happens in them. I die. I know, I know, we all die sometime. But I always die the same way. I always die when ever I'm around water. I always know that I have been on this earth before, knowing about that inevitable consequence that will sooner or later befall me, always trying to out-run it, but no matter what happens, I always die. And I always die in between my fifteenth and sixteenth birthday. Well, the hard part was over, I just turned fifteen last week.
Ever since the day I was born I kept having these visions of my pasts and of my former siblings and parents. And friends. So I've learnt to shut my mouth about that subject.
My true self was a hardened shell, unable to open up in a million years. My true self was shrouded in darkness, a shrivelled soul lying at the bottom at my mind and heart, all used up over hundreds of years of non-stop use, going through the same thing over and over again just wearing it out. Another life, and then my soul would defiantly be broken, literally.
But then there's Optimus Prime, leader of the make-believe Autobots that could never possibly exist in a million years. For some reason that made me said, and a sob escaped from my throat as Skye and myself waited for our other friends to arrive; we had came early for once, just a tad bit too.
"What's up?" she asked worriedly as her grey-blue eyes looked at me. Her hair was up in a pony-tail again, like she always did.
I shook my head. I was doing it again. I was dwelling on what was to come and what has happened. Shacking my head, I realised that I had started crying. "Ugh, why the hell am I crying?! It was just a movie!!!" I said as I took out a tissue from my pocket and wiped my eyes.
"Are you all right?! Why are you crying? And don't give that 'I have something in my eye' routine either." Skye said, her voice full of alarm and concern.
Damn, she has me figured out well. Smiling through my tears as they gently stopped flowing I shook my head again. "Just remembering this movie I watched last night." I was lying. I was always good at it, well, I did have hundreds of years practice.
"Really, is it that sad?" she asked as she waved to Laura, or Bob as she proffered to be called.
"Uh-huh. It's a Hungarian movie, so you wouldn't be able to understand it." I said as I remembered from my life and another former life watching it. "It's called, well in Hungarian it's called 'A Pál Utcai Fiúk'. It means the Street Kids." I said wiping the last of my tears away as our friends started arriving.
***
I had sit by my myself at the back of my bus because we had to go with the classes you were in when you had Geography and Science, and, as you can guess, I was alone in my class. Beside Nadia, who I had known since Primary School, who was sitting with her friends Alison and Diane, I had no one to sit next to. That didn't bother me much, seeing as I was too in depth with my thoughts to chat anyway. Placing the headphones over my ears and cranking up the volume, I listened intently to the two lines of Evanescence's 'Going Under' before I fell asleep.
***
I was drowning in a river of liquid. Red liquid. Uttering a scream that came out in air bubbles that held my life's power, I scrambled up to the surface.
I could see the sun casting a bloody light into the diluted ocean of blood.
I was clawing at the water to let me get to the surface to get that precious substance that was so dear to me at the now moment, all of a sudden the only thing that was important to me. My hand brushed something above me and I collided into it with a soundless bang. There was a barrier between my being and the surface and my time was running out.
For some reason my wrists were burning with a stinging sensation that was driving me to the point of insanity. Looking down, I finally knew why the water was red, and why my wrists were sting so.
I had cut them. There was pale white skin with purple muscle gaping at me, white-yellow bone grinning at me like a monster about to devour its victim.
This wasn't a dream, and it wasn't a past memory. It was real. I could feel the pain, feel every molecule of my life's liquid drain from my body and get diluted in the ocean that I was now trapped in. Sighing in defeat and confusion as my mind slowly faded into that black oblivion for the thousandths time, I felt warm metallic hands wrap around my very being, breaking the barrier that had imprisoned me.
I just lay there, teetering dangerously on life and death. I my minds eye, I was there, about to jump from a cliff, the wet, heavy satin dress that I wore pulling me towards certain death, but for some reason, I felt a small ray of light tugging at my hand, pulling me towards safety, away from the plunge that half of my being wanted to be, to end all the suffering and start anew. How corny, I just had to snigger but it came out in a almost inaudible howl of pain.
"Kris? Don't die on me, please, wake up!" said a metallic voice as my heavy lids opened and I stared into the face of Megatron and his team, in the distance I saw the Autobots running towards them, but then the Decepticons warped, taking me with them.
***
"KRISZTINA!!!" came a voice that made me jump in my chair. I looked around bleary eyed and saw Ms Toranto, my year adviser and Geography teacher, glare daggers at me.
I finally realised that the bus had stopped and that everyone had gotten off. "Thank you for finally waking up Krisztina. We didn't know what had happened with you. Your on your own for your task for today. So I suggest that you pick up your pace, everyone else had left half an hour ago to start their assignment." She said with a sneer. She never liked me, and the feeling was mutual. Her pixie blue eyes could put anyone on the spot, and with the mushroom shaped hair cut that occupied her head only emphasised the whole 'Cabbage Patch Doll' look.
Standing up with my emotionless face best reserved for stuck up teachers like her, I walked briskly down the length of the bus and outside, disappearing into the under-bush, intent on disappearing to the world for those few hours that I had in the middle of nowhere.
~^*^~
Amity-Star: Well, did you like? I hope I haven't confused you guys too much. Well, thankyou for all the reviews and read my fellow FF.net authoress' fic, Back to Preskool. It's really funny. Nee ways,
Oh, yeah, and my tense is really bad because I've never written in first person before, so please bare with me until I get the hang of it? Alright? Good, now read and review and I'll try post up as soon as possible.
*Blessed Be!!!
~^*^~ Chapter 2: Somewhere, someday ~^*^~
I woke up the next morning far earlier than I would have liked. Looking at my alarm clock, I growled and was prepared to smash my alarm against the wall. It was only quarter passed six in the morning. I mean, it hadn't even gone off yet for crying out loud!
Grumbling out some hefty curse words in Hungarian, I pulled myself out of bed and had my shower, only coming out an hour later. Getting changed, and being relieved that hadn't any need to wear my school uniform, I pulled on some black jeans that flared a bit at the bottom with my Sketchers sneakers and my black sleeveless tee with the words 'This Bitch Bites' written in white. Brushing my hair and putting it up into a pony tail, I walked around the room collecting things that I'd need for the excursion today.
Discman, check. Wallet, check. Two pens, check. Mobile, check, etc, etc. Finally collecting the last of my items, I headed out into the kitchen/dinning room. Preparing myself a bowl of Corn Flakes and a bit of toast, I set to work eating, whilst watching one of my least favourite shows: Sponge-Bob Square-Pants. Well, it was either that or the Language Channel that had nothing but Chinese and Mandarin at this time in the morning.
Ten minutes later as I was putting away my washed plates, I heard a knock on the front door, signalling the arrival of my friend, Skye. She was your average Tom-Boy, so it was no surprise to see her standing there wearing skate-pants and a 'No Rules' tee with sneakers and the dragon, navy coloured, base-ball cap. Sighing as I walked out the front door with my bag in hand, I zoned out as I walked next to Skye on our way to school.
Humming a tune that I had heard from my sister the other day, I started singing along to it, only with my own words. "Joy to the world, Megs is dead. We barbequed his head! Forget about his body, we flushed it down the dunny, and round and round it goes. And round and round it goes, and round and round it goes, and round it goes." I started yelling out loud as Skye looked at me oddly but then decided the hell with it and joined in.
So there we went, yelling out the same song as we walked to school, receiving odd looks from passers-by but ignoring them. This is the time where I let loose and did my own thing, even if it meant acting like a loony with my best friend, so be it. But, of coarse, I wouldn't do it do it any where else. Honestly, between you and me, I just did it to relieve myself of all my emotions that I couldn't expel anywhere else. Most of that being anger and hurt. I would never tell anyone my troubles, never. Not even my mother. The only person I would tell my troubles though would be to three people. Well, actually, they weren't people, but they were more of imaginary beings than people.
One was my diary. I always told it my secrets, and I felt better when I had emptied my soul into it. It was like I accomplished something every time I jotted something down in that book of mine. But no one could get that diary. It was hidden in my little park, or Whoop-Whoop, as I liked to call the little green piece of land that no one occupied.
The next two, I know it sounds really weird and freaky, but the next person would be Megatron. I don't know why, but being evil is what I really am. The person that all my friends and family and acquaintances see is the 'pure, innocent' me. The one that I play to throw to all my friends to throw them off my scent. If I were to show my true colours, then, well I wouldn't even be on the Social Food-Chain. And then they'd send me off to a Loony Bin.
I was a Wanderer. I mean, I always was, and always will be. It means that I have had passed lives before the one I have now. I have never told anyone, not even in my Diary have I mentioned this, but I am. I keep having these visions of my different selves, but, always something happens in them. I die. I know, I know, we all die sometime. But I always die the same way. I always die when ever I'm around water. I always know that I have been on this earth before, knowing about that inevitable consequence that will sooner or later befall me, always trying to out-run it, but no matter what happens, I always die. And I always die in between my fifteenth and sixteenth birthday. Well, the hard part was over, I just turned fifteen last week.
Ever since the day I was born I kept having these visions of my pasts and of my former siblings and parents. And friends. So I've learnt to shut my mouth about that subject.
My true self was a hardened shell, unable to open up in a million years. My true self was shrouded in darkness, a shrivelled soul lying at the bottom at my mind and heart, all used up over hundreds of years of non-stop use, going through the same thing over and over again just wearing it out. Another life, and then my soul would defiantly be broken, literally.
But then there's Optimus Prime, leader of the make-believe Autobots that could never possibly exist in a million years. For some reason that made me said, and a sob escaped from my throat as Skye and myself waited for our other friends to arrive; we had came early for once, just a tad bit too.
"What's up?" she asked worriedly as her grey-blue eyes looked at me. Her hair was up in a pony-tail again, like she always did.
I shook my head. I was doing it again. I was dwelling on what was to come and what has happened. Shacking my head, I realised that I had started crying. "Ugh, why the hell am I crying?! It was just a movie!!!" I said as I took out a tissue from my pocket and wiped my eyes.
"Are you all right?! Why are you crying? And don't give that 'I have something in my eye' routine either." Skye said, her voice full of alarm and concern.
Damn, she has me figured out well. Smiling through my tears as they gently stopped flowing I shook my head again. "Just remembering this movie I watched last night." I was lying. I was always good at it, well, I did have hundreds of years practice.
"Really, is it that sad?" she asked as she waved to Laura, or Bob as she proffered to be called.
"Uh-huh. It's a Hungarian movie, so you wouldn't be able to understand it." I said as I remembered from my life and another former life watching it. "It's called, well in Hungarian it's called 'A Pál Utcai Fiúk'. It means the Street Kids." I said wiping the last of my tears away as our friends started arriving.
***
I had sit by my myself at the back of my bus because we had to go with the classes you were in when you had Geography and Science, and, as you can guess, I was alone in my class. Beside Nadia, who I had known since Primary School, who was sitting with her friends Alison and Diane, I had no one to sit next to. That didn't bother me much, seeing as I was too in depth with my thoughts to chat anyway. Placing the headphones over my ears and cranking up the volume, I listened intently to the two lines of Evanescence's 'Going Under' before I fell asleep.
***
I was drowning in a river of liquid. Red liquid. Uttering a scream that came out in air bubbles that held my life's power, I scrambled up to the surface.
I could see the sun casting a bloody light into the diluted ocean of blood.
I was clawing at the water to let me get to the surface to get that precious substance that was so dear to me at the now moment, all of a sudden the only thing that was important to me. My hand brushed something above me and I collided into it with a soundless bang. There was a barrier between my being and the surface and my time was running out.
For some reason my wrists were burning with a stinging sensation that was driving me to the point of insanity. Looking down, I finally knew why the water was red, and why my wrists were sting so.
I had cut them. There was pale white skin with purple muscle gaping at me, white-yellow bone grinning at me like a monster about to devour its victim.
This wasn't a dream, and it wasn't a past memory. It was real. I could feel the pain, feel every molecule of my life's liquid drain from my body and get diluted in the ocean that I was now trapped in. Sighing in defeat and confusion as my mind slowly faded into that black oblivion for the thousandths time, I felt warm metallic hands wrap around my very being, breaking the barrier that had imprisoned me.
I just lay there, teetering dangerously on life and death. I my minds eye, I was there, about to jump from a cliff, the wet, heavy satin dress that I wore pulling me towards certain death, but for some reason, I felt a small ray of light tugging at my hand, pulling me towards safety, away from the plunge that half of my being wanted to be, to end all the suffering and start anew. How corny, I just had to snigger but it came out in a almost inaudible howl of pain.
"Kris? Don't die on me, please, wake up!" said a metallic voice as my heavy lids opened and I stared into the face of Megatron and his team, in the distance I saw the Autobots running towards them, but then the Decepticons warped, taking me with them.
***
"KRISZTINA!!!" came a voice that made me jump in my chair. I looked around bleary eyed and saw Ms Toranto, my year adviser and Geography teacher, glare daggers at me.
I finally realised that the bus had stopped and that everyone had gotten off. "Thank you for finally waking up Krisztina. We didn't know what had happened with you. Your on your own for your task for today. So I suggest that you pick up your pace, everyone else had left half an hour ago to start their assignment." She said with a sneer. She never liked me, and the feeling was mutual. Her pixie blue eyes could put anyone on the spot, and with the mushroom shaped hair cut that occupied her head only emphasised the whole 'Cabbage Patch Doll' look.
Standing up with my emotionless face best reserved for stuck up teachers like her, I walked briskly down the length of the bus and outside, disappearing into the under-bush, intent on disappearing to the world for those few hours that I had in the middle of nowhere.
~^*^~
Amity-Star: Well, did you like? I hope I haven't confused you guys too much. Well, thankyou for all the reviews and read my fellow FF.net authoress' fic, Back to Preskool. It's really funny. Nee ways,
Oh, yeah, and my tense is really bad because I've never written in first person before, so please bare with me until I get the hang of it? Alright? Good, now read and review and I'll try post up as soon as possible.
*Blessed Be!!!