the whirring of the fan made her dizzy as her lovesick heart ached the way her back hurt when she was slammed against the cold metal lockers by the pretty girls. the pretty girls they hated her ( she knew she knew she knew ) they couldn't
take those greyish dead eyes that stared
daggers at them, threatening to
kill every single cell of theirs and slice them up-
slice their throats like how ancient cavemen killed
the animals, she wanted to erase their exsistence, their mouth,
their twisted brains and their
steel heart of bimbo and gold
so they decided, to kill her first before
she kill them, and one punch, a throw, a kick and another
slam into the lockers to finish the pretty picture,
she laid on the ground-
as though the world had fallen
the sky had fallen
everything had fallen but
but she hadn't fall
( i mean, how could a demon possibly fall )
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chuckles
