Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 17:46:54 GMT -5
{ IF I’M A BAD PERSON YOU DON’T LIKE ME I GUESS I’LL MAKE MY OWN WAY }
IT'S A CIRCLE, A MEAN CYCLE
- - - - - - I CAN’T EXCITE YOU ANY MORE
The pungent smell of mold hit Brie as she as she lowered herself onto the damp, dirty, stone floor of the dungeon. A cold draft enveloped her bare arms and neck, causing her to shiver. Though she came through this part of the castle often, she never spent much time here; it was too cold for her tastes and the wetness discouraged her little fires she would make sometimes. It was, however, a perfect place for hiding things and that was what Brie was doing.
Yesterday, Brie had received, most unexpectedly, a letter from her mother. It was completely out of the blue. She hadn’t spoke to her mother in over 6 years, not even on her birthday or Christmas, and now, all of the sudden, the little bitch sends her a fucking letter like they were bloody best friends or something. Well, screw her. Brie refused to let her ruin everything. Her life had finally started to get better then. If she thought she could derail it again, well she was an idiot as well as a bitch
That night, she hadn’t been able to sleep. She couldn’t get her mum and her dad and the rest of her family off her mind. And so, she started a diary, something she regretted when she woke up. The thought of someone finding it had nagged her all through out her classes. It wouldn’t do for someone to go rifling through her secret thoughts.
The entry had gone something like this:
I never thought I would be one to keep a diary. Seriously, the idea is retarded. Writing down your thoughts in a little journal that doesn't give a crap about anythings. Hell, it can't even think. It's a bloody inanimate object. It can't keep secrets, it's all too readable and, in all honesty, it sucks.
So why am I keeping a diary? Well, I don't even know. Really. I just sat down and started writing. I guess you could say I'm venting. I couldn't find anyone else to yell about the crap that's happened in my life. So, lucky little diary here get's to be yelled at. Feel sorry for it yet? Don't worry, you will.
Now, before I get into all my juicy thought's, I'm going to issue a warning. If I catch ANYONE so much as standing next to this, I will personally dig their hearts out with a goddamn spoon. This is my fucking shit, Don't think I'm making empty threats either. I can, and will, kill you. Slowly.
What was I going to write about again? Oh yes! I got a letter from my mum...
Really, if she thinks that she can let that bastard husband of her toss me out onto the streets then waltz back into my life 6 years later, then she's a bloody idiot. I mean, really! She gave up all rights to call me her daughter when she let him have reign over my fate. She's a bitch.
I wonder if he knew about her letter. Maybe I should send it to him. He's punish her for sure. He doesn't want his family consorting with 'demons' like myself.
If she wanted me to be her daughter still, she should have thought about it when she refused to stand up for me. I have disowned her just as she has me. If she regrets it now, well, that's just too fucking bad.
I don't think I feel like writing anymore.
Now, piss off diary before I throw you into the fire.
Brie removed a brick from the wall and shoved the little black notebook behind one of the bricks in the wall. She had just replaced the slimy stone when she heard footsteps come up from behind her.
‘Who’s there?’
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tag: Dominique
notes Yay for generic posts that work for everything. Also, language warning here.
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