
THESE ARE THE LAST THINGS I'VE WRITTEN THEY'RE MY GOODBYE :PICKING DAISIES:
Chapitre un
Turning I was met by the foul stench of his breath. Reeking with alcohol, cigarettes, and heaven knows the last time this man had seen his dental hygienist.
"Bitch, do you hear wat I said to ya?" His voice snapped me out of my analysis. And I came realize I was alone. Well, alone and with a man who, just moments ago had been so kind yet now seemed quite angry with me. "Come again?" I whispered. My voice a small squeak I neither recognized nor cared to. This time I understood.
His gun dug painfully into my ribcage, left arm wrapped tightly around my neck in a choke-hold. "You just hesh sweet pea. Play nice with me not a harm gon' come to that pretty little head." His voice was rough against my ear and the brick was less than forgiving to my bare chest. I had heard him laugh, Christ how he laughed at my pitifull attemts to struggle. He laughed as he walked away. He laughed harder when he broke my soul.
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I shot out of bed.
But glancing at my surroundings revealed that it was only my alarm clock, not the maniacal cackle my father still used to haunt my dreams.
5:24a.m.
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
I hadn't actually seen my Father since that day. He dropped off the face of the the earth.
That was three years ago.
'No use dwelling on the past Daisy Lee. Now up up! Time for school!' Sometimes I really hated my subconscious. It's what got me into trouble in the first place.
'Oh well, whatever. ' Sighing inwardly and somehow managing to drag myself to the bathroom I decided a shower was not really necessary to be socially presentable today. Instead I dug grey sweatpants and a semi-clean t-shirt. Taking one last look at myself before leaving i make a mental note to lose weight. I know it won't happen.
It's nice to dream.
Notes
Description: "For all we are worth, we might as well sell our wretched souls." (Me) IF YOU'RE READING THIS I LOVE YOU !!! Please give feedback on this story guys, it let's me know how I'm doing. (This is only the first chapter all will be explained in time.
I'm thinking about writing something else. Maybe high school Frank/ OC maybeeeee
12/12/14