Awaiting My Prince Charming

The Accident

As i walked past the countless bits and pieces of nature, I thought of a manageable accident i could perhaps pull off.

Falling off the building. 

I laughed to myself. The other girls walked past. The popular type.

Ugh. How i hated them. And their group of popularity? Yuck. Makes me want to puke.

"Oh its that freak again..."

I heard them mutter.

Well excuse me for not being a perfect bitch like you. Or all of your little group of friends...

And excuse me for not being popular.

You arent so popular yourself. And all you do to get popular is to do some sort of so called "cool" dances, but you know what; it just shows you have the potential to be a slut.

A whore when you grow up. Any problems with what i think? Huh?

So what? If you're rich you're popular? Like hell! If you think you're so popular; kill yourself. And see then just how "popular" you are! Fine, we'll just see then. all of your fake friends.

Rather than that; why dont you act like yourself anymore? It makes me want to puke. Acting all classy just because some more people wish to be friends with you?

Oh wow. I didnt know fakers counted as friends.

You cant sing.

You cant dance.

So why try?

Why fake if you cant even try?

Moreover, can you stop acting like you are a damsel in distress?

Its not like guys would appreciate you if you cant do anything right.

Actually..

Lets cast that aside though.

All these false lies.

All these jokes.

All these junk.

All these useless words.

All these accusations.

All these pranks, false, rude, sentences you give.

Lets just think about me again..

And about my devious scheme.

I giggled to myself as they stared.

Although it doesnt really seem normal for a girl to be talking and or laughing with herself, at least have the respect for her right?

Dancers.

Disgust me.

Yet; they are popular these days?

**sighs**

I really do wonder how people see me. How they feel about me.

I really question why they must show off their abilities and whatsoevers.

Ridiculous

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It sure was a long way down.

It made me stay rooted to the ground.

It was simple. Either someone aka /my prince/ runs here to save me, or i die at the bottom of the tower. The cold hard ground welcomed me with a charming smile.

I stood rooted to the ground.

"Ready?"

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

My heartbeat increased with every second having been past. What was i doing? What if no one actually loved me? Maybe this was just a stupid idea. A redundant one.

Seven.

Six.

I stopped myself from counting. I couldnt. I cant even breathe. Where was all that confidence from last week that this was going to work?

I slapped myself. Stupid. Whose idea was this? MINE. I should do it! Im so Useless. Urgh.

I continued counting.

Five.

Four.

I chuckled to myself. A smile brushed across my face.

Three.

I took one step closer to the ledge. To the end of this life. And the start of another.

Two.

I closed my eyes. And took one last step. Any time now. I told myself. Anytime now. He would arrive. We meet. Fall in love. And happily ever after.

One.

I welcome myself to my new beginning. The new start.

Zero.

I sighed.

Times up i guess. Just when i was about to embrace my fate, i felt a surge of warmth behind me.

A huge hug. Something i havent felt in ages. I heard more than my own heart thumping. I felt another.

Tears.

"I love you. Dont ever leave me. It was bad enough to have left you alone for so long. But now, im here. For you. Please dont harm yourself anymore."

A stream of warmth rolled down my face.

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Okay, im so sorry that i took so long to write and publish and stuff but hey its done alright?

I bet no one reads it anyways, so why do i bother.... *sighs* maybe i should just stop.

Lol ily guys and gambatte!