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I story I wrote for english class

It was like everyday. After school.

She was trying on clothes and the girl talked.

Like everyday.

And it was always the same. And in the end she was fed up.

And then there was always a fight.

Everyday.

But no, this was not exactly the same.

It was different.

Worse.

She was shy, so her best friend talked.

What the girl said had to be right.

So that’s what happened.

She looked either too fat or too ugly.

But the girl always looked good.

Of course.

But this time was different.

Everybody loses control.

Everybody does things they regret.

There was a fight.

There was screaming.

There were insults but always from the girl.

She never said anything.

Because she knew that she’d lose her.

And she did.
Forever.

Why?

Like this.

She lost control.

Every person has a part in them which is evil.

Pure evil.

The part which you always believe you don’t have.

The part which  even makes you cry at night.

The part which makes you do evil.

It haunts you.

And you are not yourself anymore.

Evil has its own mind.

And she was taken over by evil.

She said the girl should come over.

And then she did it.

She made fist.

And whispered something into the girl’s ear.

The girl became pale.

She fell over and layed there.

Satisfaction washed over her body.

But this feeling only lasted a while and changed into

Guilt.

The guilt that makes you feel disgusted.

The guilt that makes you want to sob.

The guilt when you think that there is no point in

Life.

The guilt that makes you want to puke.

Or forget.

But you can’t.

She knew it.

You know it.

So she shoveled.

She shoveled a hole.

A hole in the garden next to the flowers.

She dumped the body and ran.

Ran away.

Where did she run?

Why did she run?

One answer.

Six words.

It’s easy.

She ran away from her guilt.

 

 

Author's Note

Ignore the grammar...:P

Reviews

[iamthewriter]

The thought pattern is quiet dramatic. The story is of the quick way out, which is not always the best way out. Anger and evil always walk hand in hand and like young in love they tempt each other by shoves and nudges. Choices are always narrowed by anger as evil laughingly whispers the false path. Though, sometimes it's the only path available, at least you were lead to think so...

Good written material, a bit hurried in it's creation. a bit dark and hoping the writer hasn't been here, for if the write had... as hard as you can against the current your in, start swimming back up stream and pray a hand reach out to help you... one day soon... just keep swimming harder.