Living In Heaven's Opposite (Watty Awards 2012!)

Chapter 2: ƒɪɾє

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Chapter 2

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I bite the side of my mouth as hard as I can, letting my anger leak out. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth as I slowly loosen my vice-like hold on the soft skin of my mouth. My togue gently feels the ragged skin where I had bitten it. I spit out the tasted of blood on the ground.

My knee or back hasn't stopped bleeding, and the taste of blood still makes my nauseated. It's almost like I'm drowning in pain. Pain, hurt, and sorrow. And anger.

I feel like crying, but that's weak. The Government always says that we have to be strong, no matter what. If we are too weak for them, they see that we are not strong enough to live.

I grit my teeth and push my broken hand down into my pocket. Pain blossoms in my hand and up my arm, causing tears to thrust their way into my eyes. I try to blink the tears away and calm the pain at the same time, but it is too much. Too much pain. Too much sorrow.

Again, anger grabs me and I turn, my broken hand throbbing in my pocket as I kick my pack as hard as I can. My toe hurts, but rage blinds me. I watch with hate and anger as my backpack hits the ground and begins tumbling down a hill.

At the bottom of the hill, a bubbling river of lava snakes its way through the city. The red of the lava creates an eerie light, that makes fear replace my anger for a second until rage takes over again.

The Government would want me to chase after my pack, because it is illegal for you to lose your pack. They will kill you, or worse, torture you, if you lose it.

But I just stand there, my dark eyes narrowed in hate as I watch my pack fall closer and closer to the reaching arms of the lava. Yes, people have died falling into here.

I remember one night, when I was smaller, I woke up to a screaming. Running outside, I saw a figure fall down the rock studded hill to immenent death. their shrieks and calls for help were cut off as soon as they hit the lava. Their body was found two days later, washed up on the shore at the very end of the river. All that was left was a char of black.

I snap out of the past quickly, thrusting away the memory. That was when I had finally learned that hate, pain, and anger was the only way to live in this world.

My pack catches on a rock, but my huge textbooksare too heavy for the flimsy material.

A rip splits the air as my backpack rips and everything inside of it tumble towards the steaming lava. I hear a splash, and then a sharp hissing that reminds me of snakes.

Now I know that I can't go to stupid, idiotic, horrible school. But that's ok. I hate school anyway. I hate everything.

I'm not going home. I hate that place too.

"Goodbye." I smirk and take off, running into the fire woods. Maybe I can find a way to not drown in this pain.

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