lonbilly
07-01-2009, 01:17 AM
The sensation was so great, and continued to increased and intensify. Marks; great, big, deformed red marks covered my skin. My head was throbbing, and I struggled to find comfort in the bed I was strapped to. I gripped the mattress of the bed and its sheet relentlessly through the pain to try to move.
Why? All my life I wanted to be noticed, to be recognized for something great. But now, I wished I could have relived the day. I regretted saving his life. He may have only been a child, but I was still young myself. My life was nowhere near its prime, there was still so much left for me to do, things to learn, people to meet, and what I experienced so far wasn’t nearly worth enjoying as my future could have been. The child stole the rest of my life, that is, if there was any left for me. I couldn’t be happy, especially since the child was still alive and void of scratches or burns.
I hated the child. I hated everyone who was healthy and able to live their own lives without consequences. Maybe I’m sick in the head, or maybe I’ve finally gone mad; but for the first time in my life, I wanted to destroy the whole and everyone on it. Those who were ungrateful for what they had, or those who just lived like I used to, selfish.
Nothing in the world was right the way it was. Filthy, disgusting; this place was rotting with all the horrible people. I despised them all, and wanted them to fade, banished, destroyed, dying, dead like me. Gone.
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I just wrote this as.... a.... actually, I dunno.
Maybe part of a short story?
I really only used it for mye applications for
Creative Writing in HS....
Anyway, yeah... tell me what ya think...
Why? All my life I wanted to be noticed, to be recognized for something great. But now, I wished I could have relived the day. I regretted saving his life. He may have only been a child, but I was still young myself. My life was nowhere near its prime, there was still so much left for me to do, things to learn, people to meet, and what I experienced so far wasn’t nearly worth enjoying as my future could have been. The child stole the rest of my life, that is, if there was any left for me. I couldn’t be happy, especially since the child was still alive and void of scratches or burns.
I hated the child. I hated everyone who was healthy and able to live their own lives without consequences. Maybe I’m sick in the head, or maybe I’ve finally gone mad; but for the first time in my life, I wanted to destroy the whole and everyone on it. Those who were ungrateful for what they had, or those who just lived like I used to, selfish.
Nothing in the world was right the way it was. Filthy, disgusting; this place was rotting with all the horrible people. I despised them all, and wanted them to fade, banished, destroyed, dying, dead like me. Gone.
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I just wrote this as.... a.... actually, I dunno.
Maybe part of a short story?
I really only used it for mye applications for
Creative Writing in HS....
Anyway, yeah... tell me what ya think...