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THESE ARE THE LAST THINGS I'VE WRITTEN THEY'RE MY GOODBYE :PICKING DAISIES:

Chapitre un

'Daisy Lee, how in Jehovah's name did you end up here?' I had been musing to myself just as a grimy, and equally heavy hand put itself on my shoulder.
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.
==
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.

Comments

I'm thinking about writing something else. Maybe high school Frank/ OC maybeeeee

ATOMIC_IMPLODER ATOMIC_IMPLODER
12/12/14

@DontWannaBeAnAmericanKilljoy
Thankss

ATOMIC_IMPLODER ATOMIC_IMPLODER
12/12/14

@ATOMIC_IMPLODER
Your Welcome, If you ever want to talk just message me or kik me. My kik username is elineedsalife

@ATOMIC_IMPLODER

Hey, baby, please don't ever kill yourself. If you ever need to talk, ever, please message me and I'll be back to you as soon as I can, okay?

Anonymous Anonymous
12/8/14

@Anonymous
Thank you. Honestly I didn't know where this story was going. I didnt know from the start what it was about. And towards the end I had gotten so depressed I was planning my own suicide. Comments like yours keep me going. They let me know that there are still good people out there who are selfless. Thank you.

ATOMIC_IMPLODER ATOMIC_IMPLODER
12/7/14