Man... I drew a whole series of pictures for this one...
The pictures were the original...
Now that I look at them though, she didn't have a chin... Nor did many of my other drawings at the time...
What the hell was I thinking?
Anyhow... I was on a canal boat when I drew those pictures. With paints...
Yeah...
Enjoy.
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Yes, I’m a Freak…
A deadly voice whispered into the young girl’s ear, trying to persuade, but so far it had been unsuccessful. The girl had been hearing the voice for months now, since she had started high school, she knew where it came from, she knew that she wasn’t the only school child who was hearing the voice.
It was trying to make an army.
An army of demon school children, to look innocent and do it’s dirty jobs for it.
She hugged herself to try and keep warm, it was mid-summer and the sun was still casting huge shadows even though it was late, but the voice gave the girl chills and she hurried down the empty street, the orange of the sun tingeing her school clothes with bright colours instead of white, blue and red. Her blue, red checked school skirt and light blue bow that was around her neck looked almost purple with the sunset and her plain white t-shirt looked even brighter. Her gorgeous blonde hair waved lightly in the breeze, it was cropped and cut very short at the back but at the front she let her fringe grow long, she had wavy strips of hair hanging down on either side of her face. Her blue eyes were glowing despite her negative mood, she was annoyed with her parents, not letting her go out to meet with her friends. Her parents didn’t care and she knew her friends wouldn’t either. They weren’t good friends. They were horrible. They made her do their homework and tell their boyfriends that they were breaking up with them, they made her take the blame for everything they did, threatening to stop being her friends, which caused the girl bad grades. Her parents were out at work all the time and never seemed to take much notice of her, mostly she had to make her own food. Her parents thought life was going great, but the girl thought the complete opposite. Her parents wouldn’t be home yet, they went back out to their paint studio after they told her she couldn’t go out. She’d gone out anyway after they’d left, they’d been out for an hour, that was all. The girl was bored so she sat and tried to figure out what the voice was saying, so far she’d made out a single phrase, and it persuaded her a little more than mixed up whispers:
‘a better future’
The girl always wanted a better future. She had no real friends. Her family was never there, most of the time they didn’t even notice her, sometimes she doubted that they even remember they had a daughter.
Better future, for you, for the people around you, the voice whispered, playfully,
But you must first leave this place,
Leave? The girl thought, in shock, Why leave?
You’re a loner anyway, worthless! Nothing but a pile of dirt! The voice laughed manically,
It kept whispering, and whispering, teasing the girl, drilling into the deepest part of her mind and revealing the secrets that the girl had tried so hard to cover,
It pains you! It pains you how lonely you are! Come with me! I shall be your friend, I will comfort you. You don’t have a life here anyway!
NO! The girl screamed in her mind and stood up, and ran, ran and ran trying to escape the voice that was haunting her. She didn’t realize she was running into a trap.
