AN: Not very good punctuization or spelling in this one. actually it sucks. but i just got out of finals, so im going to post this now and revise and repost soon. hope you like. WARNING, THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR CUSSING AND DARK THOUGHTS. IF ANYONE HAS HAD SUICIDAL THOUGHTS OR IS DEPRESSED THIS MAY BE A TRIGGER.

PETERS pov

when i got up in the morning, i immidiatly ran to Em's room. she was gone and a letter was on her bed. I grabbed it and ran downstairs. "Emily is gone, she left a letter." Everyone turned to look at me, i started reading.

Dear Peter,

I will not be controlled by sheild. I'm not going to willingly follow them. Harry is way too powerful, and you will never beat him. the things he has.

Well to the important stuff.

Okay, so everyone has their dark side. Their evil side. The side that doesnt give a damn. its always there. but it doesnt start off terrible. just a small lingering darkness. one that is always present always waiting for you to make a mistake. Waiting for there to be an opening. crack in the wall that was set up in front of it. For a girl the darkness resides in two places. Their heart and mind. both walls are shattered by heartbreak, bullying and hurt. this will be the world disaster. every girl has the small dark. but some are not so small.

when you are lied to, small fracture lines appear in your walls. thats why hope is pointless. there is no fucking point in keeping it back. youll just hurt yourself more. no one can decide who you are. if you hate the world go ahead. thats what people in the past have done.

im not innocent. im not nice. im a cold hearted bitch. and in all honesty, i love it. it is the most amazing feeling. there is a difference from being a bully and speaking my mind. i will never put anyone down for a pointless reason. but i will speak the truth. i dont give a shit what anyone wants to tell me. if it doesnt help me in anywayy, fuck it. oooooh i sound evil now. haha. ugh im tired. but i need this out. i dont give a damn about your perfect little life. i honestly dont. i dont care about hurting people anymore. ive tried so hard to be the perfect little daughter. the perfect princess. im fucking done. it got to a point to where i hurt myself, and liked it. i would drag a shard of glass down my theigh for fun, to see the blood pooling out. i didnt care about my grades. i didnt care about keeping or making friends. i didnt care if people thought i went insane. or if i caused someone else pain. i lived in survival mode. eat,sleep, school, rise, and repeat. ive tried so many times to be nice. i forgave when i shouldnt have. i acted happy, acted...sane. haha, i guess thats it. i got called a psyco bitch at school once, maybe they were right. i wake up each morning to blood and tears. ill have bit my lip or scratched open a cut in my sleep.

im done playing the savior. im done playing the princess of light. im going to make people suffer. they think other wars, other people were bad. well im not against one race or one religion. im against everyone. maybe, im against boys. dont get me wrong, im definatly strait. but they used to rule, well its done. im not going to let the inferior species rule the planet. i can blame one person for this. im going to use code, because anyone who matters will know who i mean. this is your fault loverboy. im going to make you suffer the way you made me suffer. but you dont know how much that is becuase i dont show it. im not going to physically hurt you at first. im going to rip your mind apart. im going to destroy it. it will be so bad that you wont want to be alive. you are going to want me to kill you. then im going to leave you like that for a while, until you heal a little bit, and you dont want to die anymore and then im going to do it again. youre going to be in pain, and im going to enjoy every fucking bit of it.

i guess you could call me crazy or call me menatlly insane. but i was drivin to this. how many fucking times did you think you could call me insane, a slut, a bitch and not expect me to snap. no some people will tell me its my choice to not accept it. but if youre hearing it every day over and over, would you sit and let it happen. well yu probably would. ive changed my mind. im only after a few people. everyone whos ever hurt me. whos ever made me cry, youre dead. and thats a fucking big list. i cant really remeber a time wheree i didnt want to die. ive tried to commit suicidde six times. the first was trying to overdose, my friend waked in. the second, i tried to hang myself, the support i was using broke and the rope snapped. third time i cut so deep i hoped i woud bleed out. i ended up with thirty two stitches and a scar. fourth i made myself pass out over a pool, i woke up to someone giving me cpr. fifth, i jumped off a cliff, but i wasnt high up enough and only ende up with broken ribs and a lot of bruises. the final time i tried to pull a juliet and stab my self. my gadbrothers girlfrind walked in when the knife was a centmeter in, pulled it out, and called the police.

So don't tell me it will be fine. Cause it isn't fine and it will never be fine. I don't really care either. I will kill everyone that's hurt me, and when I'm done, willingly hand myself over. So watch out world. I'm coming.

love,

Emmiline Black,

ps: peter, its offically over. i love harry. i always have. ta ta

I looked up at everyone else. "Well shit."

EMILYS POV

I woke up to a dark room. when I sat up, the lights went on. I screamed. it was the therapy cell I was locked it. I scream and threw my self at the door. I hit and scratched and kicked it. "HELP! HELP! PETER! TONY! DADDY HELP!" I shrunk down sobbing. "help" I choked out. I scrambled away from the door as someone walked in. A girl was thrown next to me. "You cant keep me here. Peter will find me." She spat at the three people at the door. I looked at her. Harry laughed. "Not your Peter Emily. Her Peter. We sent a small letter to your Peter. All of shield now considers you compromised" He laughed and the three people walked out. I turned to the girl next to me. her skin was green and she had brown hair that was pink at the ends. "Your Peter?" "Yeah. My Peter. Also known as Starlord. or Peter Quil."