January 10th 2015
As all sad stories go, Jax had died that night and eventually the cops came helped Ray and there were no other deaths. And in a couple of days there was a funeral. Everyone came...everyone in the town.
Ray’s family had 5 acres of land, this is where the funeral was held. Ray was to sad to leave her room that day. Wanting to stay alone, and wollow in her own pity. She went back in her mind to the moment when she saw her brothers gash, hoping he was still alive.
Her friends came up the stairs to talk to her. As Miles knocks on the door he says softly “Hey, lil Ray. How--” he was interrupted by her other friend Michelle who stated “I'm about to bust down this door!!!!” as she kicks the door, it shakes like a earthquake came out of know where. “What the frick Machelle?!? Don't kick my door, I just painted that!” Ray shouted from the other side of the door. “Yeah I saw that. It was bright pink! What happened to it? It's black now!” Michelle complained. As she kicked it again. “IT'S UNLOCKED YOU RETARD!” Ray screamed. Her anger starts to fill her chest making it warm to the touch.
“Holy crap Chelle” Miles said as he opened the door. He and Michelle looked around the room, noticing it looked different. There were no pink walls, or the butterfly paintings on the wall, but there was paint splashes of different colors over them, blacks, grays, whites, and one red spot on the wall behind her bed. As her attitude changed, so did her tatse of style. “Okay… who are you?” Exclaimed Michelle as she looked at Ray with a confused expression. Asking questions was the last thing Ray wanted, she wanted silence and peace. “Not the same person I was.” Ray said as tears formed in her eyes. Her eyes slooped down as she got up from where she was sitting, the dot was put on the topic of attention, then she starts to speak, ”When I paint over that dot, who you remember me as will die with Jax.”
“What the heck is wrong with you?! Why are you being so goth!” Machelle yelled. “Machelle! She isn't goth she's sad her brother died be a little more understanding!” Miles shouted at Machelle. All Ray ends the conversation by pointing out the door. Michelle glances at Miles, and they both take thier leave. Ray stares back at the dot, and puts her hand in the middle. Crying as her hand slids down the wall.
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Red Dot
General FictionRay is a 17 year girl, she is extremely quite, sarcastic, mean, a showoff, and a bit of a criminal...All because of a tragic episode in her life. People aren't always as fine as they seem, now are they?
