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His blood on my knife is all I ever thought of, all I ever dreamed of. His presence made me go crazy with longing to drive my silver blade through his chest and be done with it. His mere glance was all I needed to remember how it had felt, when he had stood next to me, and whispered sweet lies of a place that didn’t exist. I remember how he felt that day, I remember his cold touch, how it made me shiver, I remember how I could hear my heart beating in overdrive. I remember the unbearable pain he had caused me, how he had just stared at me when he had been doing it, how he had smiled when he heard my cries. Three years since that day, and I still had every memory, every scar. I would make him pay for it. I would kill him, and smile at him as the life bled out of him; just like he had he had smiled when torturing me. I would get revenge. He had turned me into a monster.
Because of him, I had lost everything. Everything.
The night was cold. She rang the doorbell on their front door, waiting for them to come and let her in. The dark clouds started to cry, yet still she waited in the rain. Finally she heard footsteps from inside the house, and she almost smiled. Almost. The little boy opened the door, and her mother stood behind him. She gasped at the sight of her daughter’s face, horror replacing the astonishment that had been in her eyes only a fraction of a second ago. The mother slammed the door shut and she could hear sobs from inside. She stood in the rain, scared and lonelier than ever, waiting, hoping beyond hope that someone would come and open the door. But no one did. It continued to rain and raindrops poured down on her yet she herself shed no tears. Broken inside, she watched as all the lights in the house were turned off. Then, as slow as a sloth, she turned around. Every step she took away from the house she felt like a knife into her heart. She ignored the pain and kept walking. She didn’t know how far she had walked until she realized she was empty, completely and utterly empty, devoid of all emotions. She continued walking until she reached a dark alley and collapsed from the faint memory of exhaustion. She woke up hours later in a laboratory, surrounded by many strange machines. All she felt, even then, was emptiness.
Over the years, I had slowly but surely filled in the nothingness with hatred. Desire for revenge consumed me, and I swore I would get it. “Today...” I whispered to myself.
Hearing footsteps coming, I tensed, ready to fight or take flight. My eyes scanned the room I was in – but then I saw him. I went into hyperventilation mode, all of my senses coming alive, or at least, more so than usual, which was saying something. I felt the room temperature get hotter, as it always does when he’s around. I could feel his heart beating, and it took all I had not to launch myself at him and drive a knife right into his hideous heart.
He walked over to me and swept me into a hug. His arms went around my waist; he tightened his grip ever so slightly, almost causing me to flinch. I put my head on his shoulder and my arms went around his neck. I wonder if snapping his head off would be just as enjoyable as shoving a knife through his body. I doubted it, for some reason.
“It’s not what you think,” he whispers in my ear, his cold voice, tinged with just a tiny bit of urgency, sends shivers down my spine.
“And how many times have I heard that?” I snarl quietly back at him, digging my fingernails into his neck, causing him to recoil a little. After that little falter, though, he starts to rub my back, and I resist the urge to murder him right there. It’s frustrating, patience – the cameras were still there. I hate the cameras, always keeping me from my goal. I hate pretending.
And, just like I had so meticulously planned, the room turned black as ink, making it terribly hard to see. As chaos erupts around me, I bring out my knife and impale it in his chest. His sharp intake of breath and his usually iron tight grip slowly weakening was all I need to know he was dying, if not dead.
“How does it feel?” I hiss to him, hands on his chest, sticky from the blood.
“I... would never have done... this...” He stares at me with those perfect green eyes – how wonderful he is, so much better than everyone!
“I hate you. I hate EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!” I scream, grabbing the dagger, about to kill myself when his hand grabs mine.
“I love you,” he says quietly, “I love everything about you...” His arm falls to the floor with a soft thud as I stare at him. His voice fades and his body becomes colder. Soon there is no more blood coming out. I stand up, my hands covered with his blood, a maniacal glint in my eye, and I laugh.
“Finally,” I say, “finally.”
There is nothing in those eyes anymore.
And nothing in me anymore. I stare at the body on the ground. He will never get another chance again. He tortured me; he took everything away from me. He deserved to die. I attempt to wipe some of the blood off of my hands, but most has dried and is now stuck. Disgusted, I tear out the knife from his chest – then force it back in again. What does it matter, the evidence? No, the task is done, and nothing else is important.
“I hate you,” I whisper. Insanity.
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His blood on my knife is all I ever thought of, all I ever dreamed of. His presence made me go crazy with longing to drive my silver blade through his chest and be done with it. His mere glance was all I needed to remember how it had felt, when he had stood next to me, and whispered sweet lies of a place that didn’t exist. I remember how he felt that day, I remember his cold touch, how it made me shiver, I remember how I could hear my heart beating in overdrive. I remember the unbearable pain he had caused me, how he had just stared at me when he had been doing it, how he had smiled when he heard my cries. Three years since that day, and I still had every memory, every scar. I would make him pay for it. I would kill him, and smile at him as the life bled out of him; just like he had he had smiled when torturing me. I would get revenge. He had turned me into a monster.
Because of him, I had lost everything. Everything.
The night was cold. She rang the doorbell on their front door, waiting for them to come and let her in. The dark clouds started to cry, yet still she waited in the rain. Finally she heard footsteps from inside the house, and she almost smiled. Almost. The little boy opened the door, and her mother stood behind him. She gasped at the sight of her daughter’s face, horror replacing the astonishment that had been in her eyes only a fraction of a second ago. The mother slammed the door shut and she could hear sobs from inside. She stood in the rain, scared and lonelier than ever, waiting, hoping beyond hope that someone would come and open the door. But no one did. It continued to rain and raindrops poured down on her yet she herself shed no tears. Broken inside, she watched as all the lights in the house were turned off. Then, as slow as a sloth, she turned around. Every step she took away from the house she felt like a knife into her heart. She ignored the pain and kept walking. She didn’t know how far she had walked until she realized she was empty, completely and utterly empty, devoid of all emotions. She continued walking until she reached a dark alley and collapsed from the faint memory of exhaustion. She woke up hours later in a laboratory, surrounded by many strange machines. All she felt, even then, was emptiness.
Over the years, I had slowly but surely filled in the nothingness with hatred. Desire for revenge consumed me, and I swore I would get it. “Today...” I whispered to myself.
Hearing footsteps coming, I tensed, ready to fight or take flight. My eyes scanned the room I was in – but then I saw him. I went into hyperventilation mode, all of my senses coming alive, or at least, more so than usual, which was saying something. I felt the room temperature get hotter, as it always does when he’s around. I could feel his heart beating, and it took all I had not to launch myself at him and drive a knife right into his hideous heart.
He walked over to me and swept me into a hug. His arms went around my waist; he tightened his grip ever so slightly, almost causing me to flinch. I put my head on his shoulder and my arms went around his neck. I wonder if snapping his head off would be just as enjoyable as shoving a knife through his body. I doubted it, for some reason.
“It’s not what you think,” he whispers in my ear, his cold voice, tinged with just a tiny bit of urgency, sends shivers down my spine.
“And how many times have I heard that?” I snarl quietly back at him, digging my fingernails into his neck, causing him to recoil a little. After that little falter, though, he starts to rub my back, and I resist the urge to murder him right there. It’s frustrating, patience – the cameras were still there. I hate the cameras, always keeping me from my goal. I hate pretending.
And, just like I had so meticulously planned, the room turned black as ink, making it terribly hard to see. As chaos erupts around me, I bring out my knife and impale it in his chest. His sharp intake of breath and his usually iron tight grip slowly weakening was all I need to know he was dying, if not dead.
“How does it feel?” I hiss to him, hands on his chest, sticky from the blood.
“I... would never have done... this...” He stares at me with those perfect green eyes – how wonderful he is, so much better than everyone!
“I hate you. I hate EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!” I scream, grabbing the dagger, about to kill myself when his hand grabs mine.
“I love you,” he says quietly, “I love everything about you...” His arm falls to the floor with a soft thud as I stare at him. His voice fades and his body becomes colder. Soon there is no more blood coming out. I stand up, my hands covered with his blood, a maniacal glint in my eye, and I laugh.
“Finally,” I say, “finally.”
There is nothing in those eyes anymore.
And nothing in me anymore. I stare at the body on the ground. He will never get another chance again. He tortured me; he took everything away from me. He deserved to die. I attempt to wipe some of the blood off of my hands, but most has dried and is now stuck. Disgusted, I tear out the knife from his chest – then force it back in again. What does it matter, the evidence? No, the task is done, and nothing else is important.
“I hate you,” I whisper. Insanity.
He has not been going to school. He keeps acting think he is sick he does not care they he will fail he does not care that he will be taken away. I just want to punch him.......... he thinks nothing can happen he does this about 2 years ago because some kid was not letting him play football but he says not one is picking on him so whats his bloody problem. We called his princible but he did not call back he said he help us but he is not even around. My dad he is never there so he no help. My mum she has to work alot she cant have the exra stress. All my brother cares about is his self.
sorry about the rant but i had to let it out
sorry about the rant but i had to let it out
(Note: One day I was very bored so I wrote this story I thought you guys would like to read it. The story will have spelling mistacks I sucks with spelling and Grammer.)
Once upone a time a monky stold Harry's Lucky Charms. Harry was mad he wanted to eat it becuse of it was the best wizarding food of all time but the monkey wanted to flush it down the potty. Harry chast the monkey all around the world and they can to potty city. The monkey throw the Lucky Charms it almost when in the potty intell Pikachu saved it. Harry Potter and Pikachu jump around becuse they got he lucky Charms but then Ash when over and kicked Harry and Pikachu stold the Lucky Carms then ran to NeverLand.
The End XD
Once upone a time a monky stold Harry's Lucky Charms. Harry was mad he wanted to eat it becuse of it was the best wizarding food of all time but the monkey wanted to flush it down the potty. Harry chast the monkey all around the world and they can to potty city. The monkey throw the Lucky Charms it almost when in the potty intell Pikachu saved it. Harry Potter and Pikachu jump around becuse they got he lucky Charms but then Ash when over and kicked Harry and Pikachu stold the Lucky Carms then ran to NeverLand.
The End XD
Isobel Panhurst 28 April at 19:52
Hi
How are you?
What you been up to?
Hows life?
Whats the meaning of life?
Do you ship Klaine?
Do you ship Spuffy?
You don't ship Kurtofsky do you?
Is there and English exam next week?
Did you watch Glee on Monday?
Did you know Chris Colfer leaked that Darren Criss has a girlfriend?
Did you know Starship premiers on Saturday
Did you know the new Harry Potter trailer came out Yesterday?
Is that enough questions for you?
wait the HP trailer came out today....i think.....Tumblr confused me
oh enough question
Are you a Tumblr addict?
OMG Do you like Drarry?
are you against people asking questions?
He still hasn't replied :P ROFLLL
he really shouldn't have called me a bitch earlier.....
Hi
How are you?
What you been up to?
Hows life?
Whats the meaning of life?
Do you ship Klaine?
Do you ship Spuffy?
You don't ship Kurtofsky do you?
Is there and English exam next week?
Did you watch Glee on Monday?
Did you know Chris Colfer leaked that Darren Criss has a girlfriend?
Did you know Starship premiers on Saturday
Did you know the new Harry Potter trailer came out Yesterday?
Is that enough questions for you?
wait the HP trailer came out today....i think.....Tumblr confused me
oh enough question
Are you a Tumblr addict?
OMG Do you like Drarry?
are you against people asking questions?
He still hasn't replied :P ROFLLL
he really shouldn't have called me a bitch earlier.....
I wrote this for class :D hope you like it!
In the Arena,
Two rules,
Stay alive
No cannibalism.
In the Arena,
24 tributes,
To the death,
One survivor.
In the Arena,
They called for her,
I volunteered,
To save Prim's life.
In the Arena,
She took my arrows,
Arrows are life,
My arrows.
In the Arena,
He said he'd kill me,
Would Peeta do that
To me?
In the Arena,
A cannon,
More kills,
My kills?
In the Arena,
I find him,
Dying,
Next to me.
In the Arena,
I saved him,
Together,
We'll survive.
I the Arena,
He told me,
I love you,
I lied.
In the Arena,
No one really
Comes out
Alive.
In the Arena,
They came
to tear us
to pieces.
In the Arena,
The berries
Saved us,
In the end.
In the Arena,
We lived,
But what
was the cost?
Reviews, please?
In the Arena,
Two rules,
Stay alive
No cannibalism.
In the Arena,
24 tributes,
To the death,
One survivor.
In the Arena,
They called for her,
I volunteered,
To save Prim's life.
In the Arena,
She took my arrows,
Arrows are life,
My arrows.
In the Arena,
He said he'd kill me,
Would Peeta do that
To me?
In the Arena,
A cannon,
More kills,
My kills?
In the Arena,
I find him,
Dying,
Next to me.
In the Arena,
I saved him,
Together,
We'll survive.
I the Arena,
He told me,
I love you,
I lied.
In the Arena,
No one really
Comes out
Alive.
In the Arena,
They came
to tear us
to pieces.
In the Arena,
The berries
Saved us,
In the end.
In the Arena,
We lived,
But what
was the cost?
Reviews, please?