It sad really...that you can't die in peace because you're mentally
disturbed, beside that something's keeping you from your internal rest.
Great, just great...
My whole body shuddered violently and then I fell hard to the floor...I'm still breathing...HUH?! I sat up, stared desperately at the handgun. "THE HELL...?"
I couldn't understand I never used one bullet ever since I had it, despite the point that I hate guns, but still...
(HAHA!)
"Fuck you, I'll beat you!"
(How can you when you're dead?)
"Stop trying to protect me!!"
(WHY?)
I didn't say anything but studied the gun away from me, and angle towards the door, I examined the chamber, "...Why don't this stupid gun fire?"
(Hmm...maybe because you put the safety on...)
"Oh... yeah... well, I guess, maybe--" BAM!
I squeaked as the gun went off, dropping the gun, it fired again. I froze as I stared horrified at the door; soon to realize that Sara was the last person I've talk to, "OH SHIT..." I thought.
I slowly looked through the bullet hole but no Sara. Oh god, didn't she fall? Shit, did I hit her?
Finally, my emotions got the best me, I unlocked my door swung it wide open, and there was Sara standing.
For the few times in my life, Sara's averted death made me happy, collapsing to my knees, I sighed roughly from the incident.
"Kris? Are you alright?"
(Ah, You missed...)
I growled at the voice then tried to focus on Sara, "Yeah, did I hit you?"
"Um, nope. I'm fine really, I left after you didn't answer, and then I went down stairs that's when I heard a gun gone off, Kris, I thought you—"
I threw my arms around Sara and hugged her, "I thought you'd been shot!"
"Kristie..."
(Mmm...does that feel nice?)
(Shut up.)
(Ah...so you're using your thoughts, smart.)
I shook my head slightly as I got up. I felt a little dizzy but I really didn't care. I noticed Sara was staring at me I tried to ignore her attention.
"What were you doing in there anyway?"
I said nothing.
I could see that my silence discomforts her, but she asked again.
"Kris? What's going on with you?"
Again, I said nothing.
Sara grew a little irritated but finally gave up. She'd looked so concern, I could have said something but what was there to say. She finally broke the silence with her hyperactive attitude as if she waited for me to drop my guard.
"Well...?"
"No." I replied sharply.
"But it's a girl-night-out."
"But you're not my friend. We've been through this discussion before, Sar."
I knew I've hurt her feeling even if she didn't show it, I knew...but it was for the best.
(Are you being a little harsh?)
(Shut the fuck up, Moosey, You nearly killed her, this is the only way I can protect her.")
(Hey! Hey, like I said I'd make sure you don't die. If you try to hurt yourself only you're doing is putting others in jeopardy, eh?)
(Mmm...)
"Kris, Are feeling okay?"
I snapped from my mental prison, "Uh...I-I really need to be alone."
"Okay...Good night..."
"Night?"
"Yeah, you slept through the morning, and when did I ever asked you on a girls-NIGHT-out in the morning?"
"Oh. Um, good night, then."
I slip into my room and locked down my door, I could Sara's footsteps fade until it was gone.
(So...)
I finally turned to face the direction of the voice, the doll sat on the top of my drawer the devilish grin cut across its face. Its tiny sunshades formed as evil eyes, standing with a half body; demon and stress moose toy, its demon tail swayed to and fro like a whip.
I despised looking at it, but my hatred for it blinds the thought.
(You're not going out?)
"I am."
(You're not?)
"I am going."
(Oh, I see! Good!)
"I am going to kill myself, again."
(.. Uh..Huh.)
(Well, could you at least tell me about that guy you've talked about earlier?)
"Who? Dark? Who knows what that kid been smoking!"
(No, Not that slave! The other one! Uh, Killing one.)
"What? Oh, him...not much about him. He's gone now, he said so."
(You think? I mean, you DID say and you quote: He was so nice...)
"No, I really meant: I was a fool to befriend him, I mean that Johnny was a real ass!"
(Ah... Johnny?! Johnny? You say?)
"Um, yeah...and, something unique about that?
(Very...)
I stared at the doll sensing something that it's not telling me.
Chapter 3: destruction bring sorrow, chaos is born from insanity
My whole body shuddered violently and then I fell hard to the floor...I'm still breathing...HUH?! I sat up, stared desperately at the handgun. "THE HELL...?"
I couldn't understand I never used one bullet ever since I had it, despite the point that I hate guns, but still...
(HAHA!)
"Fuck you, I'll beat you!"
(How can you when you're dead?)
"Stop trying to protect me!!"
(WHY?)
I didn't say anything but studied the gun away from me, and angle towards the door, I examined the chamber, "...Why don't this stupid gun fire?"
(Hmm...maybe because you put the safety on...)
"Oh... yeah... well, I guess, maybe--" BAM!
I squeaked as the gun went off, dropping the gun, it fired again. I froze as I stared horrified at the door; soon to realize that Sara was the last person I've talk to, "OH SHIT..." I thought.
I slowly looked through the bullet hole but no Sara. Oh god, didn't she fall? Shit, did I hit her?
Finally, my emotions got the best me, I unlocked my door swung it wide open, and there was Sara standing.
For the few times in my life, Sara's averted death made me happy, collapsing to my knees, I sighed roughly from the incident.
"Kris? Are you alright?"
(Ah, You missed...)
I growled at the voice then tried to focus on Sara, "Yeah, did I hit you?"
"Um, nope. I'm fine really, I left after you didn't answer, and then I went down stairs that's when I heard a gun gone off, Kris, I thought you—"
I threw my arms around Sara and hugged her, "I thought you'd been shot!"
"Kristie..."
(Mmm...does that feel nice?)
(Shut up.)
(Ah...so you're using your thoughts, smart.)
I shook my head slightly as I got up. I felt a little dizzy but I really didn't care. I noticed Sara was staring at me I tried to ignore her attention.
"What were you doing in there anyway?"
I said nothing.
I could see that my silence discomforts her, but she asked again.
"Kris? What's going on with you?"
Again, I said nothing.
Sara grew a little irritated but finally gave up. She'd looked so concern, I could have said something but what was there to say. She finally broke the silence with her hyperactive attitude as if she waited for me to drop my guard.
"Well...?"
"No." I replied sharply.
"But it's a girl-night-out."
"But you're not my friend. We've been through this discussion before, Sar."
I knew I've hurt her feeling even if she didn't show it, I knew...but it was for the best.
(Are you being a little harsh?)
(Shut the fuck up, Moosey, You nearly killed her, this is the only way I can protect her.")
(Hey! Hey, like I said I'd make sure you don't die. If you try to hurt yourself only you're doing is putting others in jeopardy, eh?)
(Mmm...)
"Kris, Are feeling okay?"
I snapped from my mental prison, "Uh...I-I really need to be alone."
"Okay...Good night..."
"Night?"
"Yeah, you slept through the morning, and when did I ever asked you on a girls-NIGHT-out in the morning?"
"Oh. Um, good night, then."
I slip into my room and locked down my door, I could Sara's footsteps fade until it was gone.
(So...)
I finally turned to face the direction of the voice, the doll sat on the top of my drawer the devilish grin cut across its face. Its tiny sunshades formed as evil eyes, standing with a half body; demon and stress moose toy, its demon tail swayed to and fro like a whip.
I despised looking at it, but my hatred for it blinds the thought.
(You're not going out?)
"I am."
(You're not?)
"I am going."
(Oh, I see! Good!)
"I am going to kill myself, again."
(.. Uh..Huh.)
(Well, could you at least tell me about that guy you've talked about earlier?)
"Who? Dark? Who knows what that kid been smoking!"
(No, Not that slave! The other one! Uh, Killing one.)
"What? Oh, him...not much about him. He's gone now, he said so."
(You think? I mean, you DID say and you quote: He was so nice...)
"No, I really meant: I was a fool to befriend him, I mean that Johnny was a real ass!"
(Ah... Johnny?! Johnny? You say?)
"Um, yeah...and, something unique about that?
(Very...)
I stared at the doll sensing something that it's not telling me.
Chapter 3: destruction bring sorrow, chaos is born from insanity