Corrupted Souls: A Crimson Flaw

PART 1 SECTION 2

A loud squealing voice screeched out my name, with such fake sickly sweetness. I think I threw up in my mouth. Maybe if I pretend not to hear her and continue walking- no speedwalking, she'll give up in trying to catch up with me in those hideous flashy torture machines, or the boring way to put it, heels. I was wrong to think that. It was Rosemary of course.

" DESTRY !!!! WAIT UP ALREADY."

She screeched at me, more like mutated into a pig and died choking and gasping for air, that probably sounded better than her voice. Maybe if you stopped trying to impress your little boy toys and get daddy to notice you, you could have easily catch up by now. Sadly I held my tongue, knowing it would do no good considering she was the sweet golden angel in our neighborhood. Or more like a attention seeking little slutty midget always trying to tower over people, in my opinion.

If I were to Actually fight back, not literally I'm not scared of Rosemary, just as her name she's simply a fragile flower who seeks attention but if that attention was stolen. She'll simply wilt. I ,on the other hand, Destry as you read is like a dragon, with their wings they see things in perspectives no one can and are simply misunderstood, and maybe scared of their own flames. No one wants a destructive dragon but a fragile flower.

It's sad to say my own mother won't believe me over Rosemary who is utterly filled with cow shit. I sometimes think my mother would prefer Rosemary as her daughter than I. If it were possible she would have probably replaced me like a old rag doll with that fake Barbie doll. It also doesn't help, Rosemary's mother is my mother's best friend, and they see her tantrums as an after effect of her father leaving them. But I make one remark, not even sarcastic, just stating a fact. I get grounded, told to stay in my place as a child only of age thirteen, which is technically a preteen not a child, and looks of disappointment from my mothers who tries to cover it up. But I know she's just comparing me to the rest, or more like just comparing me to Rosemary.

Father on the other hand supports me to the fullest. Mother says it foolish to paint when I can just model designs of the latest fashion like Rosemary does. Or my Taste in music is not lady like that I should know the classics, like Rosemary. Of course, lets just grab a strand of Rosemary's platinum blonde hair and make a clone of herself with those big doe like eyes. We'll have two Miley Cyrus wannabes. Yayyyy.

Note the sarcasm.

" DESTRYY!!!!!!!"

" WHAT DAMNIT!"I turned around finally, slightly surprised I didn't get whiplash at how incredible speed I did it in a second. I practically had to yell at the top of my lungs over her horrible screech.

Oops. I couldn't help but snap at her annoying voice. Seriously does this girl take a dose of helium every morning, and that's just her regular voice. Don't get me started on her screaming that's about to go down.