The World is Ugly

Chapter 11

Spry Revenge's POV

*4 months later*

It's been months since I had last seen the closest thing I've had to a family; someone who actually liked me, and no one is doing SHIT about it. If it was me or any of the other girls that were gone, the guys would never stop looking for us. But ever since they disappeared, no one is doing shit and it's pissing me off. Even MISSILE KID IS GONE! I thought Dr. D loved her like his own! Well I guess not, and even the girls aren't doing anything.

I was so deep in thought, I didn't even hear the girls walk out of the diner. We have taken over the diner since the guys went missing. I haven't spoken to anyone after the guys 'died.' I even relapsed into self harming; if you looked at my ankles, all the way up to my torso, you would see how torn I am.

I was numb.. I don't smile anymore, and I cry myself to sleep every night. These song lyrics keep replaying in my head, but Party is the one singing them. 'Stop your crying, helpless feeling, dry your eyes and start believing that the world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me.' tears slide down my face as the lyrics repeat in my mind.

My heart told me that the guys were alive but my brain would always deny it. I had Party's scarf wrapped around my neck, and it smelled just like him. I took a deep breath standing up and jumping off the roof of the diner; not to kill myself.. just to get down.

I needed time to myself, so I walked over to the car, hopping in and just driving off to nowhere. About 20 minutes later, the gauge for the gas was down. I sighed and started in the direction of the gas station. Once I got there, I slowly got out of the car and looked around slowly to see if there was anyone else here, but there wasn't; which was good in a way.

After filling up, I sat on the hood of the car and looked out at the barren

desert that lay before me. In the corner of my eye, I saw a small yellow and black shape protruding from the sand. Turning and slowly getting off the hood, I walked over to the object, only to find that it was the one and only Party Poison's mask.

My breath hitched in my throat as I picked it up, letting the tears slide down my face. I slowly brought it closer to my face.

"Oh Party, I miss you so much" I wept as I hugged it against my chest, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment before I decided to head back to the dinner.

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I rushed inside the diner as soon as I got there.

"GUYS!" I shouted and they quickly ran out of their rooms with wide eyes as they looked at me. This was the first thing I have said in months.

"Look what I found," I held up Party's mask, and they looked at me with their eyes wide open.

"Where?" Hope squeaked after a few moments of staring in shock.

"By the gas station, guys I know they are still alive! Please can we go?"

"I don't know, Spry.. Just because you found his mask doesn't mean he's alive." Miss argued, frustrating me. Did anybody in here give a damn about the guys other than me?

"It's been MONTHS since they've been gone AND WE HAVEN'T DONE SHIT! NOW GET UP AND GET READY NOW" I yelled. You could practically see the steam coming from my ears. All the anger I've bottled up for all this time finally exploded. I took one look at the girls offended faces and all my anger disappeared, replaced by a wave of guilt.

"Hey guys look I'm sorry, I've just been a little stressed. Please forgive me," I said, looking down at my feet and than glancing at them, only to see them nod. I slightly smiled.

"Come on, let's go please" I insisted.

"Sure lets go," said Hope. We grabbed our stuff and I pulled Party's bandana over my nose, instantly smelling his scent of a mixture of musk and coffee, calming me down. Taking a deep breath, we walked over to the car and drove down to zone 3 just to check it one of the bases out.

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As we neared the base, we saw three white Drac cars. We grabbed our guns and hopped out of the car, only to be faced with four Dracs and the one and the only Korse. Anger grew in the pit of my stomach, just from looking at his ugly face. We raised our guns, our faces covered by our masks. We stood there for a moment before all hell broke loose and the fire fight began.

-Kensley