Kenny Decides To Kill Herself
Kenny looks at Tim, looks deep into his green eyes, like a forest or a jungle with a twist of gold. She get's kind of dizzy again, and smiles. -"I love you, Tim. I love you so much I don't know what to do. I don't know how to behave anymore. My love for you gets more and more intense for every second I spend with you. Say we will be together forever. Say this feeling wont go away and that there will never be another girl for you. Say I'm the only one you think of. Oh Tim, say you love me!" Her pink nails on her pail fingertips slowly moves across his skin. Soft, careful. Loving. In his gigantic room, in his castle of a house she sit there. She feels like a princess. Safe in her kingdom. Tim looks at her again, and his beautiful smile makes her heart melt and ache even worse. The scars on her arms shows in the soft, dark light of black candles. Tim doesen't react. Tim is staring at the ceiling, like he's done for the last hour.And as the night crawls upon them, she feels the incredible sorrow and pain of all the world aching, breaking and crawling around in her heart. The pain is so overwhelming, the death wish stronger then ever. She can't lie still, but she can't move. If she moves, the pain won't burn just in one place, which turns out to be a good and a bad thing. The panic spreads and tiny pearls of sweat percolate down her face. She's freezing to death, but melting alive. His mother knocks at the door, and says it's time to go home.
People run and walk. Some fast, some so slow. She doesent see the point of moving forward. All the people smile, but some look kind of angry anyway. But in their eyes, their all dead. They say that if you look into someones eye, you look into their brain. Kenny thinks there might be something to it. They do act braindead. She smiles. Then, she see him. At the end of the hall, with some friends. Their so cool, can't even stand straight. She feels sick, but get it together. School starts in like, five minutes. Everybody is here. In this hall, going somewhere. Some sick, twisted kind of goal. A goal in life, it seems so stupid, so ridicules. She smiles again, for real this time. From the heart. And with a not so flattering, way too pink lipstick, her smile gets bigger and bigger. And with her pale, tiny fingers, still with the pink nail polish she holds the pretty little gun to her head. And as her eyes meet Tim's, she stops smiling, but whispers the words that will hunt him for the rest of his life. Make him break a sweat just from hearing the words. She cries silent, and repeat the words, screaming. -"I love you".
Short story by baby Blue
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Written on 2009-05-15 at 20:57
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