Was it all a dream? Was none of it true? When I came to, I got myself up off the floor. The thing that scared me the most was the flame droplet wasn't gone. It was still there; radiating. Brighter than before. At this moment I was terrified, I ran upstairs to see what the fuck was going on. Nobody was there. It was completely empty. So I just went back downstairs to go back to bed, hoping when I open my eyes this is all just some nightmare; and everything will be back to normal. But it wasn't. I woke up, to find myself in my room; went upstairs... Nobody was home. I carried on the day like it was a normal day. I went to school, as always; I headed to my locker and saw her. Lilith, that girl. Butterflies, light headed, and just heart melting. I had to go for it. I Had to pull a move.
Me: H-Hey Lilith.
My heart was racing faster and faster by the moment.
Lilith: Hi Marcus!
She shot the cutest smile known to man. Her eyes gleamed of pure beauty.
Me: I was uh, just wondering if you wanted to see a movie tomorrow night?
I stammered and stumbled on my words. I was so nervous.
Lilith: Yeah sure!
She giggled and gave me a big smile.
Me: Okay! Talk to you later then?
I smiled really large.
Lilith: Yeah for sure!
She smiled and walked away. I felt so accomplished. I felt so happy after such a long time. I actually didn't want to die. I told and rubbed it in the guys faces right away.
Me: Haha fuckers I did it.
Marshall: Finally.
He had a slight mocking smirk and laugh.
Dalton: Good job bud.
He grinned. It's been a while since he's grinned.
Me: Tomorrow we're going to the theatre. I'm nervous man. We all went our separate ways because none of us had first period together, but I was with Dalton in third and fourth. Today seemed a lot better, I was way more confident all because of Lilith not turning me down. Yeah I got pushed around in the halls, threatened and shit like it, but nothing fazed me today.... Until I got home. I saw Jessie. He was just laying there.... Motionless. No breathing, no movement, nothing. He was dead.
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Twisted World
FantasyIt's one of those mornings again. I wake up getting screamed at by that bitch again. It's always a terrible way to spend my days. I want to have one normal day without fighting. Oh yeah, I'm Marcus. Here's my life. Strong language, self harm, violen...