Yay! I got a trophy!
I'm excited. I didn't know what I did right, but I was rewarded for it. That's nice, I love trophies. And I don't even have to try, too! Life is good. I don't have to try. I don't have to struggle. It's easy. ....Uh...hello? Where's my trophy? I wrote all of that, and I don't get a trophy? Come on, this isn't fair! Susie got a trophy for her essay...I want one! Please? Why can't I have a trophy? .... GIVE ME A TROPHY RIGHT NOW, YOU STUPID F*CK. LOOK HOW MUCH MORE I HAVE TO WRITE NOW, BECAUSE OF YOU. F*CK YOU, YOU *SSHOLE!. I WANT A F*CKING TROPHY! I DESERVE A TROPHY, JUST LOOK AT ALL MY OTHER TROPHIES! .... There we go. Thanks a ton. I got another trophy!
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There goes another person I couldn't save. Its futile how hard I try to help them, considering I have practically no experience in hiking.
I trek up a mountain I have been up before, but it seems so unfamiliar. I look behind me, an open coffin resting on the steep hill. They were there. I dragged the coffin up the mountain, giving it a tour of this trail I've been on so many times. My arms started to hurt. The coffin stayed open. I'm bad at tours. I looked back again. The coffin was closing. "Wait!" I cried desperately. "Please, just a little farther." The coffin was getting heavier. I struggled. "I need to go," the coffin whispered. I swallowed, the nails in my throat refused to go down. a tear flowed from the eye on my forehead. It blurred my vision. "Stay safe." I let go of it, watching the box tumble down the mountain. I couldn't feel anything. I watched the coffin fade out of sight. The eye on my forehead closed forever. Who was this girl? I've never heard her voice before.
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