A/N: Confessions of Bad Girl Faith. Two more chapters on the way. Short but sweet.
Want.
I can see him. Luring me in. Seducing me.
Kiss me. Kill me.
He wants it. I know it. He knows it. So why not let me do it. Why not let me wrap my arms around him and squeeze out his life in one loving grip.
I'll make it quick. He might not even feel pain.
He's a waste of space. Misused air. A lack there of. Shit. I sound smart when I'm pissed off.
May be it's hate that fuels me. Anger fills my desire. I have to hate to feel. That's all I really want. Feeling.
The feeling of a snapping neck. The last hurried heart beat. The last breath. The last thought. The last feeling.
All I really want is death. Too much to ask? No.
If I can do it and I'm built for it, why not? Pick the losers out of the world one by one. Until every one's like me.
To kill. To love. One in the same. Passion. Fire. Death. One in the same.
I can't describe it. Not sure I want to. It's like, when I kill I'm finally alive. No. When I kill I'm dying. I'm passing on to a higher level. I'm God.
I can do anything. Any one.
I'm God.
And all the little people want to be me.
I need to get out of here. This town. It isn't big enough for two slayers.
Doesn't play well with others.
When welfare still paid for school that's what they'd say.
You're a loner Faith. You're a loser.
No. Not a loser. I'm a winner. May be the only one left in the world.
I love what I'm built for. What I exist for. What I was chosen for. To Slay. Whoever I want.
Want.
I can see him. Luring me in. Seducing me.
Kiss me. Kill me.
He wants it. I know it. He knows it. So why not let me do it. Why not let me wrap my arms around him and squeeze out his life in one loving grip.
I'll make it quick. He might not even feel pain.
He's a waste of space. Misused air. A lack there of. Shit. I sound smart when I'm pissed off.
May be it's hate that fuels me. Anger fills my desire. I have to hate to feel. That's all I really want. Feeling.
The feeling of a snapping neck. The last hurried heart beat. The last breath. The last thought. The last feeling.
All I really want is death. Too much to ask? No.
If I can do it and I'm built for it, why not? Pick the losers out of the world one by one. Until every one's like me.
To kill. To love. One in the same. Passion. Fire. Death. One in the same.
I can't describe it. Not sure I want to. It's like, when I kill I'm finally alive. No. When I kill I'm dying. I'm passing on to a higher level. I'm God.
I can do anything. Any one.
I'm God.
And all the little people want to be me.
I need to get out of here. This town. It isn't big enough for two slayers.
Doesn't play well with others.
When welfare still paid for school that's what they'd say.
You're a loner Faith. You're a loser.
No. Not a loser. I'm a winner. May be the only one left in the world.
I love what I'm built for. What I exist for. What I was chosen for. To Slay. Whoever I want.