Ok, I know it's been what. . . . 7 months since I last updated!? I'm really
sorry I haven't written anything. . . I'm going through a REALLY tough time
right now. . . . My Grandfather died recently, some people I thought I
could really trust, turned against me. . . . and my life's been going
through some pretty tough shit. . . . Hopefully I'll update again soon. . .
. Don't flame me for not posting, 'cause that's not gonna' make me change
about my updating habbit. . . . I know this is really short. . . . but it's
better then nothin', right?!?!?!? Please review this, tell me if you like
it or not. . . . If you guys like it, then maybe I'll work a little harder
on it. . . .
--Geta--
Chapter 8
Vegeta waltzed into my room, exactly five minutes later. "He won't be giving you anymore problems." He smirked. "What'd you do to him?" I asked, curious as to what Vegeta had done, you never knew with him. "Nothing to bad... A serious talk, and a well placed hit. . . Worked out great." He smirked. "Ok." I shook my head, trying to rid the headache that was coming on. "In the bathroom, the top drawer on the right, there's tons of bottles full of pills. Grab the one covered in black." I said to him. "Which door's the bathroom?" He asked. "The one with all the writing on it." I answered. "Don't read it. . . It's not important." I sighed. "Like I believe that." He rolled his eyes, and walked into the bathroom.
"What's taking you so long!?" I yelled at him. "I can't believe ALL the meds you have in here!" He said while walking out. "Do you use all of them?" He asked, looking me straight in the eyes. I looked away. "Yeah." "Why? Do you have problems or something?" He pried, handing me the bottle. "No." "Don't lie to me. . . I can see it in your eyes." He replied. "If I'm not looking at you, then how can you really know what my eyes are portraying?" I asked. "Look at me." He said. I looked him straight in the eye. "I don't have problems. I do use all of them. It doesn't matter why." I said coldly. "See, there's something you don't undertsand. When you're in a gang, the gang should know everything about you. There shouldn't be any secrets..." His voice trailed off. It took me a moment to answer him back. "Maybe I don't trust anyone." I said darkly. "When you think you can trust me, then we'll talk." He said, and walked to my door. He grabbed the handle when I said, "Then you'll be waiting an awfully long time. I haven't trusted anyone since I was 4." I sighed. "Then so be it." He answered, and walked out of my room. "Hopefulllly out of my life." I thought. I took a few of the pills, and fell into a dark sleep.
((Dream))
"The air was crisp with the smell of an ever drawing near, Winter. She listened quietly, trying to hear any noise that might tell her who was around. Nothing, it was silent. The Alley was dark and dank. The sun had gone down hours ago. Slowly she rose, hoping that the most feared gang, EF (Eloquent Fire), hadn't caught onto her trail. She'd been running from them for days now. They always found a way to find where she was. You couldn't trust anyone these days. Everyone seemed to have connections to EF in this place. Carefully, she walked towards the end of the alley. She stepped on a broken piece of glass. "Damnit!" She whispered. A piece of it had wedged itself into a crack in the soul of her shoe, and poked through her skin. As soon as the word had left her mouth, she knew it was a big mistake. "Stuipd bitch, you should know better then to make any noise out here in an alley like this." The familiar voice of my father made me shudder. "Good bye, dear darling whore." He said too sweetly. "I am no whore." She said with venom. "You don't deserve to talk, let alone live." Were the last words she heard from him. Two loud bangs eminated through out the entire town."
((End Dream))
"Uah!" I yelled as I woke up, gasping for air. I hadn't had that dream in over three years. It wasn't even a dream. It was a memory. It had all really happened. Slowly my gaze fell onto the wall infront of me. "You will pay for what you've done to me." I said, my eyes focusing on the man, called my father. I sat like that for a good half hour. Just staring at the wall, my mind lost in a mixture of time and space. Slowly, I got up from my bed, and walked into my bathroom. I opened the drawer with all my meds. I grabbed a bottle that read "Sleeping Pills, use with caution". I popped the bottle open, and took two of them. I then sauntered back to my bed, and waited for the medicine to take over me.
So, what do you think??? Is it a load of shit, or is it a good start for updating???? Give me some insight people!! Critisism is ALWAYS welcome with me. . .
!!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! ↓
--Geta--
Chapter 8
Vegeta waltzed into my room, exactly five minutes later. "He won't be giving you anymore problems." He smirked. "What'd you do to him?" I asked, curious as to what Vegeta had done, you never knew with him. "Nothing to bad... A serious talk, and a well placed hit. . . Worked out great." He smirked. "Ok." I shook my head, trying to rid the headache that was coming on. "In the bathroom, the top drawer on the right, there's tons of bottles full of pills. Grab the one covered in black." I said to him. "Which door's the bathroom?" He asked. "The one with all the writing on it." I answered. "Don't read it. . . It's not important." I sighed. "Like I believe that." He rolled his eyes, and walked into the bathroom.
"What's taking you so long!?" I yelled at him. "I can't believe ALL the meds you have in here!" He said while walking out. "Do you use all of them?" He asked, looking me straight in the eyes. I looked away. "Yeah." "Why? Do you have problems or something?" He pried, handing me the bottle. "No." "Don't lie to me. . . I can see it in your eyes." He replied. "If I'm not looking at you, then how can you really know what my eyes are portraying?" I asked. "Look at me." He said. I looked him straight in the eye. "I don't have problems. I do use all of them. It doesn't matter why." I said coldly. "See, there's something you don't undertsand. When you're in a gang, the gang should know everything about you. There shouldn't be any secrets..." His voice trailed off. It took me a moment to answer him back. "Maybe I don't trust anyone." I said darkly. "When you think you can trust me, then we'll talk." He said, and walked to my door. He grabbed the handle when I said, "Then you'll be waiting an awfully long time. I haven't trusted anyone since I was 4." I sighed. "Then so be it." He answered, and walked out of my room. "Hopefulllly out of my life." I thought. I took a few of the pills, and fell into a dark sleep.
((Dream))
"The air was crisp with the smell of an ever drawing near, Winter. She listened quietly, trying to hear any noise that might tell her who was around. Nothing, it was silent. The Alley was dark and dank. The sun had gone down hours ago. Slowly she rose, hoping that the most feared gang, EF (Eloquent Fire), hadn't caught onto her trail. She'd been running from them for days now. They always found a way to find where she was. You couldn't trust anyone these days. Everyone seemed to have connections to EF in this place. Carefully, she walked towards the end of the alley. She stepped on a broken piece of glass. "Damnit!" She whispered. A piece of it had wedged itself into a crack in the soul of her shoe, and poked through her skin. As soon as the word had left her mouth, she knew it was a big mistake. "Stuipd bitch, you should know better then to make any noise out here in an alley like this." The familiar voice of my father made me shudder. "Good bye, dear darling whore." He said too sweetly. "I am no whore." She said with venom. "You don't deserve to talk, let alone live." Were the last words she heard from him. Two loud bangs eminated through out the entire town."
((End Dream))
"Uah!" I yelled as I woke up, gasping for air. I hadn't had that dream in over three years. It wasn't even a dream. It was a memory. It had all really happened. Slowly my gaze fell onto the wall infront of me. "You will pay for what you've done to me." I said, my eyes focusing on the man, called my father. I sat like that for a good half hour. Just staring at the wall, my mind lost in a mixture of time and space. Slowly, I got up from my bed, and walked into my bathroom. I opened the drawer with all my meds. I grabbed a bottle that read "Sleeping Pills, use with caution". I popped the bottle open, and took two of them. I then sauntered back to my bed, and waited for the medicine to take over me.
So, what do you think??? Is it a load of shit, or is it a good start for updating???? Give me some insight people!! Critisism is ALWAYS welcome with me. . .
!!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! ↓