Oh, the little men, marching, marching, marching around the basement I call my room, my safety, my home. The people in my town are convinced I'm possessed or insane, whichever suites them. They care more for themselves, overlooking my scarred arms and the hateful message "Die Bitch" scrawled on my stomach with a knife last year; a result of the shits that stoop low enough to bully a nobody like me. The little men in black marching band uniforms march for me every day as I spill my thoughts, feelings, troubles, delights, and secrets to them. They are always there to listen to me, marching on an on. I don't know why they do; I'm just a worthless nobody who hates her life and the world around her along with all of its worthless inhabitants.
One day, they stop marching, stop playing the music intended for my ears only, frozen in the middle of their saddest march. All except one. The leader of the parade, the singer whose words I could not decipher even after hearing the band for the latter years of my life, walks up to my feet and I stare in awe and shock, the small blade slipping from my arm and hand mid-slice, falling to the wood floor with a clatter and a splatter of blood. The blade so nearly missing his perfect white-blonde hair, the man glides towards me, missing the bounce in his step that a person should have when they walk. I blankly reach for the blade again, ready to rip more of my scarred skin.
"Don't. Skye please, do not pick up that blade again," He cries in his small voice, tears spilling onto and staining his pale cheeks. "I can't take it anymore!"
Hi all,
I have decided to discontinue this book, so it is not finished. (Read at your own risk) I'm going to be rewriting it from the beginning, in hopes to improve it greatly.
It will be uploaded as a brand new book so feel free to check it out, please be aware it might differ slightly from this book as it is only taking inspiration from it
Many thanks for all the reads this book has brought and with high hopes for the rewrite i bid you goodbye
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Everything seemed to go silent as I heard them breaking through the door before anyone else, adrenaline pumped through my body as i jumped up and pulled out my machete. i ran over to help the group protect the others but realised that there was too many zombies to take on , my heart beating so fast, i turned around, grabbed Rose and went running over to the window. i looked down and saw the breath taking jump to the next building making me fear what was coming next and that was our only escape. i turned around, slicing a zombies head right off its neck , protecting Wen from getting bitten. As she swung her axe right over my head , hitting another zombie square in the head, sending a spray of blood all over the back of me.
"We have to jump!" i screamed at everyone at the top of my lungs, i looked around to find at least 75% of our group either eaten or eating some one else. i knew i was being too slow in making my decisions, but all i could concentrate on was the sound of my heart beating in my chest. i pulled nicol to the floor and away from the zombie that nearly chewed off her head and watched her send a knife into its head with what seemed no effort at all. Then i turned and moved quicker than i have before to stop the zombie that i saw coming for me from the corner of my eye, i stopped dead in my tracks as my heart sank into the bloody stream of my circulation of life.
I realised the zombie i was facing, was Rose...