"So, how's your pizza?" For awhile, I ignored her attempt to conversing with me. I was still irritated, due to her, keeping whatever she was told from me. I slid the straw from the milkshake through my gritted teeth.
"It was good." A group of teenagers behind the titanium bench chair I sat apon, chatted amongst themselves. I was sure it was because someone was speaking to an overly large dog, as far as anyone else knew.
"Why so blunt?" My brows raised, slipping the straw from my mouth and placing the plastic cup beside my feet. My eyes admired the surroundings. The light blue sky above us had a blurred feature to it, with the clouds randomly spread out, departing one-another. Black obyss tinted rocks laced the water and sand below, forming a beach. Palm trees and hedges laced the edge of a footpath that stretched further than I could see from here.
My eyes glistened back to Arnica. "I'm bored. What are we doing next?" Again, the group of bickering teenagers rose over my sentence. I turned around to face them, with my arm resting apon the cold titanium.
"Do you mind? Go bicker somewhere where people your type will give a shit."
They paused, arms on their hips and crossed over their chest. They began laughing afterwards. I snorted a cough.
Two girls stood in front of me, along with one boy that carried a dodgy looking skateboard under his left arm. He wore a cap with a flat brim that pointed upwards towards the sky, in a stupid way. I made it out to be yellow brimmed, and purple, with some sort of logo on the front. Probably sports related. His shirt was pain black, with blue shorts that appeared torn at the bottom. His eyes were hazel. His hair was a light brown that flicked up with his hat, sort of curved beneath it. I didn't see his shoes.
"I don't think you have that authority, hunny." Her voice was irritating. It had traits of a disney princess. She had frizzy blonde haie, with a white laced flower crown that sat at the top of her head, almost falling onto her face. Her denim shorts were waist high, her fat ass visible. I guessed she liked it that way. Her shirt was white and baggy. It didn't appear to be soft. Her eyes were a shitty blue, as well. I didn't bother looking at her shoes either.
"Don't start shit with us." This girl had brown hair, and wore the same outfit, but her shirt was orange, that matched the flowers on her ridiculous crown thing. Same eye colour.
"Nice dog ears. It matches the mutt. Oh, and your dog." The blonde blurred out, grinning, a finger pressed against her cheek.
"You're funny. How about I stick your petty little flower crown fair up your rear? And while I'm at it, rip you a new face hole."
I heard Arnica grumble. Her paws rested on the seat of the bench chair. "Karma, stop."
"Oh look! Your dog agrees!" The boy chuckled, adjusting his grip on the skateboard. My voice purred a growl, their expressions pasted apon their caked faces was amusing.
"So, who's first? And before I say more, my ears are not fucking fake." I twitched the top of my fluffed audibles. The brown headed bitch yanked the tip of her hair that rested down her shoulders, taking a small step back.
"Was your mutt of a mother a dog? That would explain a lot. Hah!" I snapped. Before, even a mutter could leave the blonde's mouth after her comment on my mother, my slender fingers gripped a handful of hair from the back of her head.
I laughed to myself. The boy and brunette didn't even attempt to help her. I yanked her head, so I could whisper in her ear.
"You'll probably need a nose job, or a face recnostructure after this. Maybe even replace the whole thing with another." She gasped a scream, eyes popping as I slammed her face onto the chair repeatedly.
"Stop!" She struggled to get the words out, spitting blood beside her. I had to stop though. Or else it would probably end worse than I intended. Also besides the fact I was making a scene. I was surpised, that no one tried to help. This place must be pretty scummy.
"Yeah, fuck you too!" I flipped them the finger as they limped away. I stood there, a cocky grin amputating my mood.
"You're crazy."
"Mhm. I'm called 'Karma' for a reason." A male's raspy, deep toned voice shattered in my ears from behind me. The voice was a kind of whisper, but not close enough to be called so.
"Indeed you are." I gasped quietly. I knew that voice.
"Dujai?"
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Disturbia
FantasyI've been alone most of my life. I did nothing but scare away, or even murder any living being that came close to me. Until someone came to me in need of help. This changed my life. I'll never be the same, or even think the same of the world, and e...
