A Visit To Remember *ON HOLD*

A Visit To Remember

Hey guys! This is my new story and I hope you like it.

Please no bad comments and crude remarks about my story...my inner writer wouldn't be able to handle, she is highly faint-hearted.

People always told me to have empathy for others, which meant to put yourself in the place of others but every time they told me that, the first thing that popped in my head was 'fuck you'.

Heartless. I know right.

But why should I show fake empathy when I really could care less and to me that is the worst crime a person could commit.

Why show pity and sympathy for a person you never really cared about?

I was selfish that way.

That's my problem and what made me different ever since I was born. I saw things in a different light. I said things that made sense yet others couldn't understand. I spoke the truth about the 'norms' in life and what people do wrong if it was minimal yet I was shunned as the psycho.

When in reality the real madmen are the people who pretend to care, the people who pretend to sympathise, the people who are faker than breast implants.

It had become so 'normal' for us as humans to lose something and easily forget it or to get a distraction away from it. It is an easy task for someone to just give a simple I'm sorry yet for them to truly care about the person was a whole different story.

I was subjected to this so many times in my life that I've lot count. A person who I thought truly cared about me, who would never let me down, had abandoned me in my time of need.

He left me.

He let me suffer the consequences of trying to be the hero all alone. He watched from the sidelines as I was branded a psychotic bitch to the entire town. He just watched as my life was snatched away from me in front of my eyes, he watched everyone ruin what little sanity I had left in my mind when I was sent to a mental institution at the age of ten.

Yet I couldn't bring myself to hate him.

I couldn't allow my heart to truly hate him even though my mind told me so. Although it was a knife to the heart knowing that he despised my very existence, knowing that he hated me guts for what I had done...it killed me. But I would never regret it...in fact, I would do all over again if it meant protecting the ones I love.

Up until now, I don't regret the decisions I've made because with my sacrifice I've kept the ones I love safe all this time.

The distinct sound of laughing resounded in my head. It gagged at the words of affection that had crowded the darkest corners of my mind. It wasn't very fond of the four letter word that seemed to be swimming in my vocabulary.

Did I mention that I have a voice in my head that dictates my actions from time to time?

My little friend giggled manically which made me want to stab myself in the head with a fork. I rolled eyes at her childish yet fun behavior.

She was like that irritating person you would never want to see again but is somehow always there in your time of need.

Weirdly enough, we had this mutual hate and love relationship for each other...which doesn't make sense at all yet I seemed to understand the meaning so well.

With enough said about me, I'm pretty sure any smart person with a sufficient amount of brain cells would gather which side of the track I stand on.

But all I know is that I'm definitely not the hero in this tale of crappy starts and shitty endings...

Say goodbye to the prologue and hello the story that will make you laugh and cry at the same time.

Warnings!!

This is a mature story meaning that there will be:

•Profanity used also known as cursing or swearing.

•Gory or scenes that requires a puke bucket next to you.

For all the horny bums out there this doesn't contain sexual scenes since my age doesn't authorise things like that and I can't write scenes like that for shit.

Anyways now that is out of the way... Welcome to the horrific world of A Visit To Remember.