The white had begun to fade, leaving a dripping liquid across her vision. The first pull of the trigger had been a mistake, an accident, a way of releasing her obvious frustration. However, once red dots started to dance across Reyna's hallucination, she could feel her heart beating with hope. Reyna continued to turn left and right as the white became drenched with red, thumping filling her ears, screams drowned. Finally, having defeated the penetrating substance, Reyna stood, only to lose her balance and fall to her knees once again. A joyful scream left her chapped lips, the liquid lipstick tasting of chemicals and cherry. Opening her sore eyes, the red imprinting on the busy street, the screaming people, the lying bodies. Hearing a loud screech, Reyna turned in time to see a white van. Six white vans, all with large black letters on the side. Painted in bold, read, HTA. Reyna's eyes widened in fear. Fear of what they would do to her. Having left, not completely understanding anything that followed, Reyna was sure they would blame her. The insane girl. Reyna began to shake her head, clutching it with her cramping, freckled hands. Reyna lay in a head covering positing on her elbows and knees, trembling at the returning white. It was everywhere.
"Ha! I knew it! I knew you were some wackjob!" A shrill voice cut through the cause and filtered into Reyna's brain. A brain that was busy screaming.
"Even when you were little, you were a freak!"
"Freak!"
"Don't call me that!" Little Reyna Evans couldn't understand why Lucy Mayweather had decided to pick on her at recess.
"Why? We all know you're a freak!" Kindergarten kids started to surround the two.
"I am not!"
"Freak!"
"Freak."
"Freak."
"Stop, I don't need you! I have my own family!"
"Freak."
"Freak!"
Reyna blindly reached for something, anything to stop the turmoil. And finally, her hand gripped something, a forgotten item, and flung. Her maroon shoe zipped through the air, a sizzling sound following it. Reyna could only see the white, between her freckled hands and golden locks. The only thing that signaled a success in her attempt, was the sound of a grown woman screaming, stopping, and the many gasps of the hundreds of onlookers.
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Greeting Insanity
Fiksi UmumI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
