Post by whitekit on May 1, 2009 20:56:21 GMT -6
Well I wrote this out of bordem and I'm gonna see if people like this part and if I get enough I'll make more.
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"Suicidal freak....suicidal freak...." someone mumbled, rocking back and forth on the slick green grass while dawn was awaking.
"I need to kill myself....to much misery." She growled to herself clutching her knees so tightly her hand were paler then even a ghost would go to.
Lost in thought, the girl continued rocking. She didn't know how long she'd stayed there, all night at the most. Dark shadows were under her eyes and her hair was untidy and faded.
She looked very wary for a sixteen-year-old. Her knee-high denim jeans were ripped and torn and dried blood overruled the dark blue. Her shirt was just as worse.
Though it had once been a white Tee-shirt with a moose on it, it now looked like a red shirt a little too dark for most peoples liking. She flopped down on her back and stared at the sky. The sun was slowly riding and she shaded her eyes from the rays of light, but it had been pointless as a shadowy figure stepped over her.
"Dana, please get up." He pleaded, attempting to grab her wrists and yank her to her feet. "No." She said shortly. "Why?" He asked clearly very concerned.
"Because I want to die." She mumbled.
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"Suicidal freak....suicidal freak...." someone mumbled, rocking back and forth on the slick green grass while dawn was awaking.
"I need to kill myself....to much misery." She growled to herself clutching her knees so tightly her hand were paler then even a ghost would go to.
Lost in thought, the girl continued rocking. She didn't know how long she'd stayed there, all night at the most. Dark shadows were under her eyes and her hair was untidy and faded.
She looked very wary for a sixteen-year-old. Her knee-high denim jeans were ripped and torn and dried blood overruled the dark blue. Her shirt was just as worse.
Though it had once been a white Tee-shirt with a moose on it, it now looked like a red shirt a little too dark for most peoples liking. She flopped down on her back and stared at the sky. The sun was slowly riding and she shaded her eyes from the rays of light, but it had been pointless as a shadowy figure stepped over her.
"Dana, please get up." He pleaded, attempting to grab her wrists and yank her to her feet. "No." She said shortly. "Why?" He asked clearly very concerned.
"Because I want to die." She mumbled.
