Hi guys! It's...JelloCello!
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It's been really confusing with the account change, but please understand my situation! I had some issues with...stuff. Anyways, I will upload previous chapters for some background soon!
new favorite song: Swing swing by The All-American Rejects
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really sorry this is so short. Next time, you get a really long one!
-JelloCello
The smell of alcohol hits me immediately. The music is so loud and I feel ready to faint from looking at all the people. My lightheadedness makes me stumble outside after less than a few minutes.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here." He struts towards me, swaying from side to side. Drunk, I think. Well Tris, thanks for stating the obvious! Sure! Anytime!
Yup, two different voices, but not devil and angel. Because there is both in everything.
"What do you want, Peter?" I spit at him.
"You." These words make my whole body freeze. I stand still, scared. He suddenly grabs my hair and slams my head against the wall. I gasp for air as I fall to the ground. He punches and kicks me, and soon blood pours from my temple and I am covered in blood. I am still huddled on the ground when I hear footsteps. Peter hears them too, because he stiffens. A figure is defined in the shadows. All of a sudden, Peter crumples to the ground and a small object lands at my feet. It has some sort of gold/red design but my vision is too clouded and my head is spinning too much to tell what it is.
A rock. Yup, once again, you deserve a medal. Someone threw a rock and it Peter. In the head. Good aim. Can you just stop? Just go away. Fine. Have fun meeting your hero. Oh, I will!
While I'm having this internal conflict, I realize that the object Rock, yes, thank you, is gone. And so is the person.