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I looked into the distance. The towns people were gathered,mourning another death, possibly another suicide. The memories were flowing like water in a stream. Him, his hazel eyes glowing, his words penetrating my heart. The lies, streaming from his lips. Saying that he loved me, throwing me away for her, Molly. Molly Palmer with her perfect curls, and damnable voice. Molly Palmer with the scalpel that cut out my heart, the perfect teeth that tore it in front of me. Telling me she was mine. Spending lunch hour with her, distracted. the forbidden love we had. My grades dropping rapidly, hers staying high. My sick insanity, those memories. I was sick with myself, I trusted. I had never been anyone but the goth girl, the outsider.
I look through the trees and move an inch. Two. The breeze flies by, but I can't feel it. I step closer.
I hear a crunch in the leaves and know it isn't me.
"C'mon, Molly, we shouldn't be here." the male voice is familliar.
"No, Alex, go to the dead girls grave."
"I liked her Molly. Bella was nice."
"Did Awex wike wittle Bella?" said Molly in a mock baby voice. "go to her grave."
The boy came closer. I gasped.
"you shouldn't be here." I said, stepping out of the trees. Molly looked at me.
"Bella." she said shortly stepping closer. "Death suites you."
"Piss off, murderer." I spat stepping closer. The boy, Alex threw up and ran off. "Go catch your boyfriend."
"As i recall," she shot back,"'twas you who killed yourself. I did not make you down the pills, or, slice yourself open." She ran after the boy. I glared spitefully after them and began walking towards the town.
 AnnieAnachronism · Thu Jul 23, 2009 @ 01:18am · 2 Comments |
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