"I shouldn't hang out with them. My plan was to be a loner, so I'm going to
be one." I thought, as I walked into my bedroom. I sat down on my bed.
"Knock! Knock!" Came to the door. "WHAT!?" I screamed. I wanted to be left
alone. "Miss. Briefs. Your paint, bedding, and painting supplies have
come." A butler said. "Send it in." I rolled my eyes. I had ordered a bunch
of black bedding, and some black, white, and gray paint. Three butlers made
their way into my room. "Where do you want it Miss. Briefs?" One of them
asked. "Don't call me that! I'm not a Briefs, OK!?" I yelled. "But Mr. And
Mrs. Briefs adopted you, there for your last name is Briefs." He tried to
reason. "I AM NOT A BRIEFS! MY LAST NAME IS OKEI!" I yelled. "Anything you
say.Miss. Briefs." An evil glint in the man's eye could be seen. "BUNNI!" I
yelled, for my adoptive 'mother'. "Yes!? What's wrong dear!?" The woman
said, breathless. "He won't stop calling me Miss. Briefs. I detest being
called by someone else's last name." I answered. "TOM! WHAT DID I TELL
YOU!?" Bunni yelled at the top of her lungs. "Sorry, Mrs." He lowered her
head. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yelled at the four. "Certainly." Bunni said,
and ushered the butlers out. As soon as they were out, I set about putting
plastic tarp-like sheets around my room. I then opened a can of black
paint, and mixed it up. I picked up a big paintbrush, dipped it in the can
and started to paint my walls. I wasn't just painting them one solid color,
oh no. I painted memories. Memories of what I had been through. These were
my walls, this was my life.
"Blu Dear, someone's here to see you!" Bunni's voice rang through the building. "How she yells like that, I'll never know." I thought, as I loaded my gun. "This should have been the first thing I did when I got into my room." I reprimanded myself, as I walked downstairs. "Who is it?" I asked, in my usual cold tone. "A young man. He's in the kitchen Dear." She answered. "Ugh!" I let out an aggravated sigh. "Don't call me that!" I spat, and walked into the kitchen. To my surprise, Vegeta was leaning against the counter. "What are you here for?" I asked. "What do you think?" He asked. "I don't know, on account of me leaving earlier, I thought you'd leave me alone. Apparently not." I answered. "Is this your boyfriend?" Bunni asked while walking through the kitchen. "NO!" We yelled at the same time. "Sure." She smirked, and opened the fridge. "Come on." I said, as we walked up to my room.
"It's a mess." I warned, and opened the door. We walked in, and I sat down on my bed. He walked over to one of the walls, and stared at it. "What is this?" He asked, in what sounded like an awestruck voice. "Memories." I answered in a whisper. "Of what?" He asked. "My past." I answered. I looked at the wall again. It was a painting of an old street, and partially an alley. You could tell the street was old, because of the trash, and broken windows. In the alley, bunches of people were standing around, with their guns pointed at a dark and shadowy figure. "Who are they?" He asked, pointing at the alley full of people. "No one." I answered. "Don't lie to me, who are they?" He asked again. "Unimportant." I answered again. "Kami forbid you could just answer me." He rolled his eyes. I looked away from him. "The one in front is my father. The rest of them, his gang." I answered in a whisper. I wasn't even sure if he had heard me or not. "What's this thing?" He asked, pointing at the dark, shadowy figure. "Me." I rasped out. "They shot me twice." I said. I could hear his soft footsteps come towards me. "Why?" He asked, grabbing a hold of my chin and making me look at him. "Because they thought I needed to be punished." I answered. "What for?" He asked, coming ever so slightly closer. "They were all on meth." I answered. "What happened after that?" He asked. "They left me there to die." I answered. "But I have a high pain tolerance. I forced myself to live. I wouldn't give them what they wanted." I explained. Our eyes locked, and he came closer and closer. His lips brushed over mine, as I closed my eyes. Electricity ran through me. Nothing had ever felt that good before. I wanted more, I wanted a lot more. I pushed towards him, wanting as much of it as I could get. We kissed again, only a little more fully this time. He pulled me up to him, and wrapped his arms around my waist, as I wrapped mine own around his neck. "Hang with us, and you'll be fine." He broke the kiss. "Be ready for anything and everything." I answered. I could feel him smirk against my lips. "Whatever it takes." He replied, and continued to kiss me.
It needs work . . . Tell me what you think . . .
"Blu Dear, someone's here to see you!" Bunni's voice rang through the building. "How she yells like that, I'll never know." I thought, as I loaded my gun. "This should have been the first thing I did when I got into my room." I reprimanded myself, as I walked downstairs. "Who is it?" I asked, in my usual cold tone. "A young man. He's in the kitchen Dear." She answered. "Ugh!" I let out an aggravated sigh. "Don't call me that!" I spat, and walked into the kitchen. To my surprise, Vegeta was leaning against the counter. "What are you here for?" I asked. "What do you think?" He asked. "I don't know, on account of me leaving earlier, I thought you'd leave me alone. Apparently not." I answered. "Is this your boyfriend?" Bunni asked while walking through the kitchen. "NO!" We yelled at the same time. "Sure." She smirked, and opened the fridge. "Come on." I said, as we walked up to my room.
"It's a mess." I warned, and opened the door. We walked in, and I sat down on my bed. He walked over to one of the walls, and stared at it. "What is this?" He asked, in what sounded like an awestruck voice. "Memories." I answered in a whisper. "Of what?" He asked. "My past." I answered. I looked at the wall again. It was a painting of an old street, and partially an alley. You could tell the street was old, because of the trash, and broken windows. In the alley, bunches of people were standing around, with their guns pointed at a dark and shadowy figure. "Who are they?" He asked, pointing at the alley full of people. "No one." I answered. "Don't lie to me, who are they?" He asked again. "Unimportant." I answered again. "Kami forbid you could just answer me." He rolled his eyes. I looked away from him. "The one in front is my father. The rest of them, his gang." I answered in a whisper. I wasn't even sure if he had heard me or not. "What's this thing?" He asked, pointing at the dark, shadowy figure. "Me." I rasped out. "They shot me twice." I said. I could hear his soft footsteps come towards me. "Why?" He asked, grabbing a hold of my chin and making me look at him. "Because they thought I needed to be punished." I answered. "What for?" He asked, coming ever so slightly closer. "They were all on meth." I answered. "What happened after that?" He asked. "They left me there to die." I answered. "But I have a high pain tolerance. I forced myself to live. I wouldn't give them what they wanted." I explained. Our eyes locked, and he came closer and closer. His lips brushed over mine, as I closed my eyes. Electricity ran through me. Nothing had ever felt that good before. I wanted more, I wanted a lot more. I pushed towards him, wanting as much of it as I could get. We kissed again, only a little more fully this time. He pulled me up to him, and wrapped his arms around my waist, as I wrapped mine own around his neck. "Hang with us, and you'll be fine." He broke the kiss. "Be ready for anything and everything." I answered. I could feel him smirk against my lips. "Whatever it takes." He replied, and continued to kiss me.
It needs work . . . Tell me what you think . . .