Babysitting The Seventeen-year Old Badass [on hold]

        It's quite comical and movie-over rated however, how that solitary, god-forbidden, set apart, minute you hold such impressively, impossibly humane, great dislike and building intense hostility against a specific, on no account pitiable, underline, bold, and in flashing capital letters, patronizing influential somebody, that with foreign unlikely insanity you unlock a part of your very being you hadn't known existed before and the hasty forbidding need to shove them robustly claws at you viciously, desiring to toss whoever forcibly backwards towards an impendent jeering bulldozer that just so happens to be approaching your antagonist who's mind is clouded by malevolent and distorted, PG advisable, thoughts. But inexplicably, for some unknown and ridiculous reason, the next god-sent minute you just....don't, and rather than wanting oozes of their blood spilling continuously through the gaps in your fingers, you voluntarily, without hesitation, offer those murder-craving hands out towards the enemy.

But then soon after, when all is just fucking dandy and happy, happy, happy, with a faint background of whooping rainbows and leaping unicorns, you make an honest and innocent discovery that he is and always forever will be nothing but a deceiving, manipulating, narcissistic dick who desires to zip down your pants for his own enjoyment and delight. And O.2 seconds after pinning down that hard to swallow fact, you soon after backtrack to loathing him and his unfavourable guts, and the need for his blood is as potent and persistent as ever.

If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, and assuming what I presume you're assuming.

I may have to either disappoint you or relieve you from those thoughts.

Loisanna is neither a Vampire nor a Serial Killer.

Only another troubled teenager at liberty and should have been immobilized ever since childbirth, like any other, with an interesting mind-blowing past, concealed to many hypercritical spectators. And possibly an interesting coming future?

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Loisanna has half-heartedly, and unenthusiastically lived through countless and numerous anonymous dilemma's, endured most actually, that not even she nor anybody else, human, could possibly count appropriately with just ten fingers, but, nevertheless, every unfortunate time she'd always manage to stun herself as she took a step back to evaluate the predicament she, being quite the sport for it, knotted herself into.

Situations where she'd question the reason behind her existence, with a side of, more often than not, inappropriate and ungodly words pointedly vocalized to the man in charge, the one who sat above mocking her every clumsy move, but her being herself, it's exceptional to refer to it as 'her every clumsy stumble'. After all, she could never walk down a pavement straight without having to depend on a child, merely seven, for support.

Any day now, she had to face the cold hard facts that god, himself, had served to her gladly in a silver plate ever since her mother had popped her out of her womb into the brutally nitpicking entitled Earth, that she was nothing but a living and breathing bad luck charm, despite all her life she never once crossed paths alongside a black cat, never had she unintentionally smashed a mirror to bits of broken glass, and neither did she do anything that would have brought her such bitter favour for unfortunate affairs. She was simply prone to them, if not addicted, ever since that one unspoken night, and 'because' was a reasonable enough response.

It was true, but she'd never bring herself around to admit. Not in this lifetime. After all, she still had her pride. Well only bits and pieces of it, if truth be told.

Maybe it was just her obscenely enormous curiosity that brought her where she was today; or maybe it was that, figuratively speaking, immense, difficult to suppress, mouth of hers, which constantly got her ass grilled to a fourth degree burn. It could have been that confidence she always had churning in her, and lack of fear.