"Beware, beware, be skeptical, of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold, deceit so natural, but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning. Bah-bah-black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?"
It had been days since Zoe had gotten out of the hospital and she had learned quickly to vent her hatred into song though it would never satisfy her rage towards her father. The person who caused this all. He would pay, one day.
"Aware, aware, you stalk your prey with criminal mentality, you sink your teeth into the people you depend on, infecting everyone, you're quite the problem, fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide, I smell the blood of a petty little coward."
Zoe threw the glass bottle she was holding on the ground, the glass shattered like the last sliver of her sanity. Breaking it. "I'm done being weak!" She screamed. She began shaking and shivering uncontrollably flinging her body to the ground.
Panting heavily she stopped herself, she was going insane, and she loved it. It felt like she didn't know what was going to happen. It was more than the same old thing. It was new. Alive. And she liked it. It was something unusual. She smiled to herself and walked the rest of the way to school humming to herself, glad for something different.
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Horrorhad fallen asleep on purpose, she had killed herself on purpose, and she had meant to take Zoe with her on purpose, That explained why her mom had been yelling, screaming at her, to take her seatbelt off because she couldn't stand Him
