Born In Hell

23

How do I put this? One dead and 4 to go? Or is that too sadistic for your taste. Anywho it doesn't matter, I don't value your opinion that much to care anymore. Alastor left because I made him and one thing lead to another and a fallen was deader than before. To be honest I think it wanted it, so it was fine. I was only helping a fellow neighbor out.

I can say for sure right now that I'm definitely not on this good scale. I'm still confused on why he would think that. How did that even answer the question? Is he just saying I'm bleeding more because I'm getting soft or what? Death thinks it's because I'm "alive". But that's not the case. I remember what alive felt like and this isn't it.

Alive is feeling warm not hot. Alive is having your heart racing when you get excited. Alive is having to catch your breath because everything is moving too fast. So no this isn't alive. It's living in the most saddest way possible. It's-

"Belle," Lyric snapped in my face.

I grabbed her hand and she tried flinching away but I held onto. "Never do that again. Now what?"

I let her go and she stared at me in disbelief. "I asked which part were you going to present. Charles wants the intro, so do you want the conclusion or supporting evidence?"

I shrugged and looked at the poster board she made for this "group" thing we're doing.

"I don't have the slightest idea of what we're doing here, if I'm being honest. I just show up and that's it, so I don't care what I do, because I'm just going to bullshit all of it anyway."

"Okay," she breathed. "I'm not even sure why I asked... If you just listen to the presentation while we're giving it you can do the conclusion."

I looked around and viewed the other students topics. Some were about divorce, abortion, stealing etc.. It was basically a list of controversies.

"What is our topic?"

"Defending abortion."

Oh looky, something new. I hope you know that was filled with so much sarcasm. Why couldn't we be defending murder? What does this have to do with English anyway. This class makes no sense whatsoever- I mean it would probably if I payed attention- that's besides the point. The class has more conflicting topics and group work than anything.

The opposing side took their stance in the front and so did we. And oh you guessed it Tyla was there, but so was Aniel and one of the fallens. Sounds like a fucking party to me. 2 against basically 1 because Aniel surely won't pick a side even when I told him about her.

"Okay class, let's get started. Pro- life begin," the teacher said.

The fallen stepped forward. Her name is Brisa. She has hair white as snow it might as well be clear and porcelain like skin, with violet eyes. She was the quieter less violent one of them all, but when she hits, she hits.

"Abortion is an abomination. It's an abomination and God doesn't like it.-"

"There's a separation of church and state," Lyric interrupted.

Brisa looked at the teacher and she sighed. "The group may use whichever argument of their pleasings."

Lyric sighed and grabbed the board from Charles rewriting something before handing it back over. He looked at it and then stared at her confused. He waved for Brisa to finish so he could go.

"Our argument is you wouldn't kill a kid would you, so why start now? You'll be no different than a murderer. That would be like killing your grandchild, cousin, niece, nephew, brother or sister. It's just crazy."