Crosonia's POV
I was infuriated. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to crouch down and cry in a corner. How could Klaus say those things to me? Just to think I said all that nice crap like that he was a fairytale prince or whatever. He's considered a piece of shit now. You know, I think that's my main issue. I'm too nice to almost everyone, I guess that's why people take advantage of me. That's one thing I'll be sure to change about my personality. Since I knocked out Klaus cold, I jogged up the stairs and turned into the right hallway. I had to move quickly. I pushed open my bedroom door and I realized just how messy I keep my room. I don't have enough time to pack with just my hands. So, I decided to use my powers once again, it won't hurt right?
I moved my arms up, and made grabbing motions with my hands. Instantly, my clothes began to place themselves into my suitcases. After a few minutes of packing, the room was empty except for the beautiful queen sized bed in the middle of the room, and the curtains, still remaining on the poles on top of the windows. I sighed to myself and grabbed my bags. Klaus won't be able to hurt me ever Again. I walked towards the staircase and looked down. Klaus' unmoving body remained laying there, I shrugged my shoulders. Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack the irritating sounds that my suitcase made as I pulled it down the staircase, along with my other bags. What? If I pick up my suitcase I'll fall flat on my face.
When I reached the last step, I used my foot to gently push klaus out of my way. Before I continued walking, I stopped to look down and take a glance at his panty dropping face. I felt my blood boil. Jesus, I can't even look at him right now without wanting to stab him. So, I did the most calmest thing to do when I'm angry. I spit on him, turned on my heel, and held my head up high. No boy is going to put me into a depression stage. As soon as I said that I wish I hadn't. My feelings shut off. Boom. I wasn't mad at Klaus, I wasn't sad because of him, I wasn't happy, quesy, worried but emotionless. I'm no longer the nice, oblivious bitch everyone knew, I'm Crosonia Malenzo the bitchy, cold hearted intagnia, and I'm fücking unstoppable.
Ooooo drama llama sad llama mentally disturbed LLAMA. Lmao I know I'm making the characters mean, but oh well, I don't exactly like goody two shoes ppl . I haven't seen mockingjay part two yet sighs, oh and the chapter picture was just random so don't mind me PlEASE vote, comment, recommend, and srsly do it!
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The Unnatural
ParanormalCrosonia Malenzo, a 17 year old senior girl with normal highschool issues. Tests, homework, bullies. One day, Crosonia is unexpectedly murdered. She is later resurrected with enough supernatural abilities to dislevel the Earth. Will Crosonia forgive...