The Unfortunates

Preperation Days

Stars in the sky are countless, far, and almost unreachable, yet, they are always wanted and desired; the same thing goes with hopes and dreams, they are countless, far, and almost unreachable, yet, they are always wanted and desired, but the question is, what makes these stars, dreams, and hopes so desirable?

“Deception and perfection are wonderful traits, one breeds love, the other hate”~Homewrecker, Electra Heart, Marina and the Diamonds.

When I was younger, I always thought that deception breeds hate, and as expected, perfection breeds love, however, looking now, I was wrong, deception breeds love, while perfection breeds hate, you see, stars are full of dangerous materials that react with each other causing pain and havoc in the interior, which deceives others into thinking that they’re perfect, because of their shiny appearance, and although people know the pain that stars have in, they still accept that deception, and so it is with hopes and dreams, they are made of pain to give their appearance, and although people know that, they still accept it, because everyone loves deception.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, I felt a strong pain in my stomach, so strong that I felt that someone was grabbing my organs and twisting them, it was because of the cold weather, I convinced myself, but no, it wasn’t, it was because you’re a killer Sarah, and you refused to admit it, and that is why the pain stayed and increased as the time passed.

At that day it was día de gira, we were going to give our guests a tour, and from what I saw, when I visited their mansion, Cher was already making friends, a very close friendship with Daniel, if I may say. The twins were getting their self done, and for me, I felt that they were going with their routine when they were wealthy. I spoke with them about the typical boring, “How are you?” was my first question to them, and let’s face it, the answer was going to be something in the range of “We’re good, fine, or happy”.  For this time, they went with the answer “We’re buoyant ad blithe”, a very sophisticated, fancy answer for the words happy and cheerful, but still, the same meaning.

I gave them small instructions and preparations for what may benefit in increasing the views for our “reality show”, stuff like, pick a style and an attitude, show us some friendships, love stories and maybe even a little bit of hate and quarrels won’t harm, but who am I fooling, what I said, was just a waste of the time, body, mind and spirit, and it was just absolute crap.

I left their mansion to give them some time to prepare themselves, and by time for preparation, I meant observation time, in the headquarters of my building, everyone was observing them, it was like watching some TV show.

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“You know, life is like a piano, the white keys represent the happy days, while the black keys represent the bad days, but it takes both keys to make music,” Cher said as she continued to drink tea, “and I guess, our black keys have ended, and it is the time for our white keys to start and shine.” She told Daniel while smiling, but dear Cher, you’ve got it wrong.

“Yeah, that’s true, but that’s what happens when you are a normal person”, he took a deep breath, “but I’m a misery child, things don’t work that way for me” he said while staring at the ground.

“But you have to understand that what happened to you was all just coincides, you can’t just simply live by what people say about you, and even if you do, believe what’s good.”

“You don’t understand” he said while getting up and leaving.

“I do” taking a deep breath “I do understand” she said while whispering.

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 When I came back, I saw them ready and prepared, their faces screamed the words “Give me something, I’m ready for it”, but no dear, you are not even close to the slightest danger, you are not prepared for what we considered playground games, I shook the feelings out of my body, and led them to the outside, we the saw the small little bunnies were jumping around in the garden, while we were walking around, I looked up into the sky, it looked like a painting, the blue sky perfectly mixed with the clouds up there, the sun rays lightly hit the grass on the ground, which was covered beautifully with the colors of red, pink and orange flowers, and if you looked into the woods, you would’ve saw the deer running around, and the lake filled with small, sparkly fish.

I later on took them to the kitchen, since everyone was hungry; the kitchen was filled with a smell, which I would say was a mixture of oregano, basil, pepper and joy, which is quite ironic in this time, place and story. We ate from the lovely dishes that were given to us, and although it looked and smelled delicious, it felt like stabs in my stomach, each and every bite made the pain worse; I stopped eating, because if you knew how I felt, you know that your appetite would be ruined.

After we ate, we found our way out and finished our tour, it was just the “competing” arena to be shown, and they all thought that it was amazing, fantastic, and would grab anyone’s attention, that’s what I would probably say if I were to be in their places.

Part of our habits was to give our contestants a new look by changing their physical look, which now reminds me of a show everyone used to watch, the X Factor, ask your grandma or your grandpa, they may have watched and maybe even tell you about who they like, One Direction, Little Mix, Cher Lloyd, Emblem3 and Fifth Harmony, but this letter is not about me telling you about the X Factor, is it?

If you are still wondering why we would be such cruel savages and just come around and kill others, here’s the answer.

Some of us were wired up on crack, some of were psychiatric hospitals runaways, some of us were drunkards, we had nothing in this world but to be dead bodies that breath with sick minds, an example that I would give would be our creator, yes, you thought that you wouldn’t meet the company’s head himself and who created us?

Robert Thompson, once a kid that liked baseball, next the teen with the pumped up kicks who killed everyone, and last, the adult that created to kill.

We were what I like to call troubled minds.

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We were done of giving them a makeover, which means that the days of preparation will start, which means that this is the start of something new in this diary/letter, Counting Stars.

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Question(s) of the chapter: What do you think of Daniel and Cher *wink wink*? Do you think that someone will get with others? What is wrong with Sarah? What made her become the person that she became?