syntania
The Restless
Backdrop: VARONIS - Occurrence
Pose: Personal
It's not fair.
She was the perfect girl. Straight A's, cheerleader, prom queen. Dating the cutest guy in school. The pretty girl everyone loved.
Except me. I hate her. With every fiber of my being, with every waking moment, I hate her. She had everything I wanted, I needed, to be happy. But I didn't have any of it. She had it all. So, she had to go. It was easy to do it. She was so easy to trick, to get up to the roof of the school. She didn't expect to take a dive off the edge, admittedly with my help. At first, they didn't believe that she took her own life. "She was so happy," they said. "She had no reason to jump," they said. They sure changed their tune when they found the note that she wrote. Well, I wrote it, but she would have written it. Such a turnout at her funeral. The church was standing room only. And there I was, standing at the back, doing my best to hide my smirk. They would have never invited me, so I snuck in. Nobody ever notices me, so it was easy. Nothing would pry the smile off of my face. I went home with a spring in my step. The queen is dead, long live the Queen.
I went to school the next day, but something was wrong. Everyone was still mourning her. Understandable, but I know nature abhors a vacuum. That hole she left would have to be filled, and surely I would be the best candidate. I just have to wait a little longer.
What is going on? It's like nothing's changed. Where's the admiration? The love? The attention she always got? I should have it now. But yet it's like I'm still invisible. I know what I have to do. Eliminating her wasn't enough, I have to wipe clean all traces of her.
It was easy to break into the school. Budget cuts have all but stopped any sort of maintenance and the locks are all broken. All I have to do is clear out all the awards that she won. It's hard to find my way in the darkness, my only source of light is the red glow of the exit signs. I opened the case and put my hand on the prom queen sash. Her sash. I prepared to rip it out of the case, throw it on the floor, stomp it into oblivion. But there was a noise behind me. I turned to see a figure standing behind me. No, standing wasn't the right term. Floating. It was her. Little Miss Perfect. Once again she ruins everything. I ran at her, screaming, my hands out just like they had been when I shoved her. But this time my hands went through her. She laughed, not her usual light, tinkling laugh, but gravelly, sinister. I looked up into her face. There was no more of that sweetness there. I only had time to breathe before her hands encircled my throat. I coughed, gagged, clawing at hands that weren't there. I closed my eyes, desperate to they to take a breath. When I opened them again, it was bright. We were up on the roof. The last thing I remembered was her giggle as I went plummeting off of the school roof.
It's not fair.
The Restless
Backdrop: VARONIS - Occurrence
Pose: Personal
It's not fair.
She was the perfect girl. Straight A's, cheerleader, prom queen. Dating the cutest guy in school. The pretty girl everyone loved.
Except me. I hate her. With every fiber of my being, with every waking moment, I hate her. She had everything I wanted, I needed, to be happy. But I didn't have any of it. She had it all. So, she had to go. It was easy to do it. She was so easy to trick, to get up to the roof of the school. She didn't expect to take a dive off the edge, admittedly with my help. At first, they didn't believe that she took her own life. "She was so happy," they said. "She had no reason to jump," they said. They sure changed their tune when they found the note that she wrote. Well, I wrote it, but she would have written it. Such a turnout at her funeral. The church was standing room only. And there I was, standing at the back, doing my best to hide my smirk. They would have never invited me, so I snuck in. Nobody ever notices me, so it was easy. Nothing would pry the smile off of my face. I went home with a spring in my step. The queen is dead, long live the Queen.
I went to school the next day, but something was wrong. Everyone was still mourning her. Understandable, but I know nature abhors a vacuum. That hole she left would have to be filled, and surely I would be the best candidate. I just have to wait a little longer.
What is going on? It's like nothing's changed. Where's the admiration? The love? The attention she always got? I should have it now. But yet it's like I'm still invisible. I know what I have to do. Eliminating her wasn't enough, I have to wipe clean all traces of her.
It was easy to break into the school. Budget cuts have all but stopped any sort of maintenance and the locks are all broken. All I have to do is clear out all the awards that she won. It's hard to find my way in the darkness, my only source of light is the red glow of the exit signs. I opened the case and put my hand on the prom queen sash. Her sash. I prepared to rip it out of the case, throw it on the floor, stomp it into oblivion. But there was a noise behind me. I turned to see a figure standing behind me. No, standing wasn't the right term. Floating. It was her. Little Miss Perfect. Once again she ruins everything. I ran at her, screaming, my hands out just like they had been when I shoved her. But this time my hands went through her. She laughed, not her usual light, tinkling laugh, but gravelly, sinister. I looked up into her face. There was no more of that sweetness there. I only had time to breathe before her hands encircled my throat. I coughed, gagged, clawing at hands that weren't there. I closed my eyes, desperate to they to take a breath. When I opened them again, it was bright. We were up on the roof. The last thing I remembered was her giggle as I went plummeting off of the school roof.
It's not fair.