not sexy  

rm_blizzyal 35M
0 posts
5/4/2006 9:12 pm
not sexy


The doorbell rings I answer it, she’s standing there grinning from ear to ear I frown it disgusts me. I allow her in she sit in my room. Her eyes shinning brightly her perfect teeth attempting to drive away the darkness, Her giggle was like nails on a chalkboard Her eyes like two bright blue suns. Her voice was so loud so high pitched it tried to shatter my eardrums. She could not sit still she would not stop touching. She went through my clothes, my jewelry; She went through my photo album and CD collection. She would not stop touching! I left the room telling her to wait. I go into the kitchen to get a glass of water I see the knifes they laugh at me she laughs at me they talk to me telling me to take one of them, I comply. I imagine her smiling face it enrages me, it saddens me. How can she be so happy when life is so depressing? After I place two long cuts down my arm I turn to the room two glasses of water in my hand knife behind my back she smiles my face distorts into rage. She takes her glass she turns her back I lunge my knife in her back. The glass falls to the floor shattering. I snigger her screams music to my ears. Her blood hits my face my clothes turn crimson. My knife continues to go down thirteen fourteen fifteen times. Her screams stop but I continue to hack away at her. The colors of the school had long since turned red. Her smiling face in my mind fuels me on. Twenty twenty-one twenty-two I continue to stab. Thirty times I stop seeing that she no longer looked like a girl but more like Swiss cheese. I hide her body under my floorboards under my bed. I change my clothes and wash my ands and face. I step out side and every were I look there she is her grinning face seemed sad. Every person I look at had her face, her clothes. I scream she swoops down in my imagination I scream louder. I hear voices it is hers she asks me why? I continue to scream and thrash. I feel myself getting carried away I look up it was her. I scream more. Her voice leaves my head for the moment and a halt my screaming. I find myself trapped in a white pillow walled room but she is also with me I am not alone. I want to be alone. ‘Why?’ she continues to ask. She haunts my waking moments she haunts my dreams. Why won’t she leave me alone? Once they bring in my food the men in the long white lab coats leave. I use the white plastic utensils to hack my ears off but she was still there I could see her. I gouge out my eyes but I still could hear her and I felt her presence she was in my head. ‘Get out!’ I scream but she will not go. After a night of no sleep I tie my thin sheets to the ceiling and hang my self. Her voice has finally stopped.

rm_DaphneR 58F
7938 posts
5/4/2006 10:04 pm

Ah Dude, guess it wasn't a spork, huh?

Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.


bardicman 50M

5/5/2006 9:47 pm

Awesome piece Helter.



I am not dead yet


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