As I lay in bed, I hear words a normal person wouldn't dare to imagine. "You killed her. You know you did and you're ugly and weak for not helping her. But now I need you to do me a favor..." I scream out and run, even though I have no clue where I'm going, I end up where I always do. The tree where she died, and never, have I once forgot a pill bottle or a gun to take with me. I scream and cry, wishing someone would hear me. Luckily someone did...
I watched as they poked their head around the corner. Two people- "you have two bullets" the voice says. The people turned their heads and looked at me, a girl with a gun- not facing me like you'd expect, but facing them, comes into view, me. "Yo put that down. Don't hurt us please" says a boy, maybe a year or two older than me. With him is a girl, maybe his sister but I doubt that, the way she's holding his hand is more then just family love. " I was told to do this", I say as my finger taps a trigger, my other hand falls to thigh, dropping my pill bottle. The girl screams like a whining child. " no no this isn't fair- WHY THE HELL WOULD YOH DO THIS TO HIM" she cries. I look up, half smiling, half crying because of the monster I've become. "Life was never and will never be fair. Deal with your problems instead of burying them." I say, as she turns to back around, trying to kick off her heels. "This is why you don't wear fucking heels in the forest, she would have disapproved" I hold the gun level to my eye, barely visible to me with all my tears, the girl tries to run. Too bad I have good aim. I turn around "what have you made me into?" I say, yet nothing answers. Just the wind in the trees, I pretend it's her breath, telling me to be strong. Yet I know I could never hold that promise....
Authors note
So hello, I hope you liked it and it really isn't going as well as I wanted it but it will be getting interesting soon. So for now, goodbye!
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It's so simple nowadays.
ParanormalTrenity has made a huge mistake, just how every teenager does. But who's the bigger problem- the police or herself? With her parents divorced, Trenity is 15 years old, and already prepared to die. Just who will she turn to for help?