So I wrote this for a literacy assignment and I wanted to know if it was you know, good
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It all started with her, of course it did, it always had, and it always would.
It was always about her, never about us, or me. Never.
And yet she ripped my heart out and laughed like she didn't at all care, as though I didn't matter, and it broke me. All the sports and the popularity, homecoming prince none of that mattered, it was Immaterial, none of it was real.
I had my friends sure, but they didn't care about this, they joked and made fun of me,
and I laughed it off, it Killed me a little more every time.
It just felt like a knife piercing through flesh, cutting deeper, deeper.
I just feel like an empty shell roaming the earth with no purpose, devoid of emotion.
Everyone said I was too young to feel like this, fourteen years and already broken, crumbling inside.
Who were they to tell me how I feel, they're my emotions.
They don't understand, I have to make them understand.
Everyone will know how I feel.
The pain, the breathlessness, staring at the ceiling until the black Abyss of mind and soul takes over.
My friends will know!
I just, I just need to figure out how.
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" it won't last.... It will never last.."
A moment of hesitation, a small breath.
Pushing through the cafeteria doors I calmly stride towards my table of friends. No one turns, not one even looks up.
That makes things a lot easier.
BANG! And another, followed by several more. I fire into the back of my friends, two instantly drop, falling to the floor.
Everyone in the cafeteria scatters, screaming.
They remind me of roaches, smirking I begin reloading the gun.
People in the surrounding cafeteria are still screaming, but it feels so distant and quiet, like this isn't happening in front of me, as though I'm not here, holding my father's gun firing away at my friends.
Hm... my friends,the cause of my pain the constant reminders of her,and what she did to me.She broke me beyond repair and perhaps,it's not all her fault, perhaps I should not have let myself fall so hard, perhaps this is my fault. No, I cannot accept the blame it's not my fault there's no way that it's mine. she's the one that left, she's the one that laughed in my face, she's the one to blame, not me.
My brain is screaming that what I'm doing is wrong, but I can't stop, not now I've come too far.
Shivers of pleasure run up my spine as another one of my " friends" falls to the floor her body going limp as blood pools around her.
I go to fire the gun again, it clicks but nothing happens.
is this it? is my reign over? is my few minutes of power done?
These thoughts pass through my head as I begin to panic, struggling to reload the gun, my hands shaky from adrenalin. Students that had hid under the tables scramble to get out, terror masks their faces.
Finally it clicks into place, I begin firing again as I make my way out the cafeteria doors, not really aiming just warning shots, no one must follow, where I'm going, I'm sure they can't.
I know, In fact everyone knows, there's no way I'm getting out of this.
A shaky breath, I'm fine, it's all fine.
I check the gun, one bullet left, the one that will end it all.
if I go, I go on my terms.
Your love was just a dream, we were only age 14.
Close my eyes and lay me in my tomb, pull the trigger, and send me home.
The end
