"i want to destroy," she cried out, "some people were put on this planet to create wonderful things and i want to destroy. i don't want to be perfect, i don't want to be right. i want to make them understand how ugly this world is. i want them to see the world for what it really is and the people for who they really are. i wanted the ugliness. i didn't want the addiction to beauty, to normality, to the premise of peace. i didn't love you. i loved the idea of you. a powerful, stimulating, tragic, f*****g idea." "i want to be an idea"
she shook the gun at my head.
"i want to leave this place as a horrifying, despicable f*****g idea."
she shook the gun again.
"that is what i'm going to do. i'm going to prove it."
i felt the winged insects in my stomach knock around like birds. i couldn't contain my horror, the knowledge of how easily i had become another one of her tools. despite all that, i tried to swipe the handgun away. she had used me for her own morbid pleasure and i still couldn't let her go. no, i told her, my voice wavering. you still have your whole life ahead of you. there are so many places and things to see... so many... my heart stopped. i waited for her famous last words.
"you're so f*****g predictable."
suddenly it didn't matter anymore. my shirt front was soaked. i had seen it coming but i was stricken with shock-- the bullet ripped through her skull and strew a damp gray mass across the hardwood floor. it's an image that still plays clearly in my mind. even now, it shines through the rest of my memories of my adolescence like a ray of sunlight and it never dims or fogs up. the image of a bullet going through one end of my sister's head and out the other.
The attitude of the girl is very brutal, very honest, very... uh, Fight Club. If you get what I mean. I'm really quite intrigued by this, and I'm quite curious as to whether this would be an excerpt from the beginning or the end of a story.
Keep your gun steady for a head shot.
Some people just have to be put down
as long as you pick yourself up afterwards.
Change can take many forms,
Dr. Callaghan/Jack
The attitude of the girl is very brutal, very honest, very... uh, Fight Club. If you get what I mean. I'm really quite intrigued by this, and I'm quite curious as to whether this would be an excerpt from the beginning or the end of a story.