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Run Away Before It's Too Late

Never Ending Pain

****************Kathandria's POV******************
I wake up. I look at the clock. I've only been asleep for 45 minutes. It felt like eternity. I sneak downstairs. The guys are talking about me. I bow my head and let a tear slip out. I was a fool to think I could ever have any friends.
I slip outside without anyone noticing. I walk around the backyard. I make sure to stay away from the pool for now. I climb into the sycamore tree in the very back of the tree and lean against the tree. I let a few tears slip from my eyes once more.
"Have you ever had someone reach into your
chest and give your heart a squeeze?
And it hurt so bad you
couldn't hardly breathe?
And when you begged them to stop, they
laughed in your face.
Calling you a disgrace.
Finding amusement in your
agony and desolation.
Deriving pleasure and enjoyment in
your heart’s violation.
To them, you’re just a pawn.
To use, manipulate, abuse, and beat upon.
You never could leave me be!
Why can’t you set me free?
Life is cruel and to them, love is
just a sick sadistic game.
Welcome to my world of never ending pain….." I trail off with tears in my eyes. I hear clapping and I jump. I look down and see everybody standing directly underneath me. I look down at Oli feeling betrayed. I climb higher into the tree. I can't take this anymore. I'm done. I flip down the branches of the tree and land neatly on my feet. Everyone but Oli looks surprised.
"You want me gone? Fine. Not a problem with me. You shouldn't talk about me behind my back. You should grow a pair and actually say it to my face next time. Wait, I forgot. There won't be a next time. Oh and Oli, don't worry. I won't tell your fans where you live." I say as I walk inside. I go to 'my room'. I grab my shit and throw it into my duffle bag. I jump from my window. I'm done with shit. It's stupid. I'm stupid. I walk away.
Oli comes running out screaming at me. I hear the others do the same. I mile sweetly as I flip them all off. I hear someone running behind me. At the last second, I whirl round and kick them in the face.
"Fuck! Oli you were right. She does have a lot of power in her." Andy whines as he rubs his jaw. He gets up surprisingly fast. Normally, it takes people at least two minutes to get up. Damn, I must be losing my edge. Andy tackles me to the ground. I kick, punch, etcetera so I won't have to go back where I'm not wanted. Andy withstands my blows. Shit. He's stronger than he looks. He brings me back to the others while I mumble darkly. Apparently, he hears some of the stuff I'm muttering cause he's trembling like a leaf. Good. He hands Oli my bag. Good thing I keep my razors close to my heart both literally and figuratively. I put them all in my bra. Oli digs throw my bag. He pulls out the two otfits in there.
"This is all of your possessions?" He asks me incredulously.
"Yeah why?" I ask with anger in my eyes. Oli sighs.
"Listen honey, we weren't talking about you the way you think we were. We were arguing about how we should help you overcome your past. I'm so sorry that your bastard family put you through what they did." He looks so sincere in what he's saying. I sigh as all the fight leaves my body. I believe him. He smiles as he sees that I believe him. He brings me up to my room.
"I'm going to take you shopping tomorrow," Oli tells me.
"What? No! I can't stand shopping!" I argue.
"Too bad. You need more than three outfits as your sole possessions." Oli argues with me.
"Fine. I'll go but I'm not going to be happy about it." Oli smiles. I grin wickedly.
"Oli?"
"Hm?"
"Since you're forcing me to go shopping, can I get a few piercings and a\t least one tattoo?" I ask him with puppy eyes. He sighs and nods.
"Yes! This will be the first time ever!" I say excitedly as I jump up and hug him. He smiles and hugs me back. My new father. Huh, that actually feels nice to say. Who knew?

Notes

Comments

So what if you're "crazy". We're all "crazy" in our own way. Hell I'm even a little "crazy". Being "crazy" just means you're limited edition and not a washing machine. People need to think before they speak and open their minds before their mouths. Show them how it feels to be treated the way they treat you. Kick their a$$ a little.

One of my ex-friends went to a place that's a little similar to the place you went.


If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen :)

I love the fact that he says my daughter.

@Jaxx_Hysteria
Thanks. That's good because I noticed that i'm actually pretty good at writing dark/disturbing things.

@Uchigawa_ni_shinda17
yay i like things that are dark and if you need new friends this bitch right here will love on you darlin

@jackiegirl
Sorry, I'm just seeing this now. But thank you though I don't really feel like I'm any good. Aww, that's sweet and I hope I will too.
But yeah, I'm planning on writing a new fanfic to help me feel better since it'll distract me from all the bullshit my family and "friends" are putting me through lately.
Oh P.S.: The sequel is going to be rather dark with torture (detailed descriptions probably), possible character death/murder, maybe mentions of rape (Not quite certain on this part), and more but yeah. Just a heads up.