Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume One
BuffyFaithfan1
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[TWO]
Okay, so around a half saa later, my friend Tabra finally got here. I'm feeling a little bit zaidi at ease, but I'm still holding the gun when he entered.
"Are wewe okay, Cydnee?" He asked me, sitting down on the kitanda kwa my feet.
"Yea, I'm fine. Just feeling the aftershock of almost getting a kisu impaled to my face." I alisema and looked at him. "How are you?"
"I'm doing good actually. But, I'm really worried for you, Cyd." He saw the gun and his eyes widened. "What are wewe gonna do with that gun?"
"Use it."
"Use it on who!?" He took the gun while I explained my theory of if he knew where to find me that siku in the grocery store, then he must know where I lived.
"If anyone points a gun, let alone fires one, that will be me."
"Okay," I went to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink au eat?" The aftershock was wearing off, and I was feeling a bit hungry.
"What do ya' got?" He asked, and followed me into the jikoni and sat at my dinning table.
"I have chicken sandwhiches my mom made me from yesterday while she visited. I have like seven left, wewe know my mother, she over cooks."
"Always over-estimating the stomach, haha. Yea, I remember." He got a glass and started filling it with SunnyD from the fridge.
"Exactly." I put the sandwhich on his plate and put one on mine. "Want anything with your sandwhich?"
"Ketchup, please." He alisema and I got the ketchup out and squirted some off to the side so he could dip his chicken into it.
We sat down at the meza, jedwali and started talking, never eating. We didn't take a bite of it.
"We should eat," He said, looking down at our un-touched food.
"Haha, yea." He started eating his, and I almost put my mouth to mine, but I saw something neon green with a tint of silver oozing from the chicken. "What the hell?"
I put my sandwhich back down, took off the juu piece of bread, and saw poison was lathered all over my sandwhich.
"Oh my god!" Tabra alisema and spit his chicken out.
We looked at his sandwhich, and saw it spotless.
Just my luck huh, I have a killer trying to kill me kwa knives, and poison. Whats next, a poisonous dart gun? Two hits in one day, and if the first hit didn't happen, this one would have. *sigh* I guess that's the consequences of provoking the man in the first place.
Volume One
BuffyFaithfan1
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[TWO]
Okay, so around a half saa later, my friend Tabra finally got here. I'm feeling a little bit zaidi at ease, but I'm still holding the gun when he entered.
"Are wewe okay, Cydnee?" He asked me, sitting down on the kitanda kwa my feet.
"Yea, I'm fine. Just feeling the aftershock of almost getting a kisu impaled to my face." I alisema and looked at him. "How are you?"
"I'm doing good actually. But, I'm really worried for you, Cyd." He saw the gun and his eyes widened. "What are wewe gonna do with that gun?"
"Use it."
"Use it on who!?" He took the gun while I explained my theory of if he knew where to find me that siku in the grocery store, then he must know where I lived.
"If anyone points a gun, let alone fires one, that will be me."
"Okay," I went to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink au eat?" The aftershock was wearing off, and I was feeling a bit hungry.
"What do ya' got?" He asked, and followed me into the jikoni and sat at my dinning table.
"I have chicken sandwhiches my mom made me from yesterday while she visited. I have like seven left, wewe know my mother, she over cooks."
"Always over-estimating the stomach, haha. Yea, I remember." He got a glass and started filling it with SunnyD from the fridge.
"Exactly." I put the sandwhich on his plate and put one on mine. "Want anything with your sandwhich?"
"Ketchup, please." He alisema and I got the ketchup out and squirted some off to the side so he could dip his chicken into it.
We sat down at the meza, jedwali and started talking, never eating. We didn't take a bite of it.
"We should eat," He said, looking down at our un-touched food.
"Haha, yea." He started eating his, and I almost put my mouth to mine, but I saw something neon green with a tint of silver oozing from the chicken. "What the hell?"
I put my sandwhich back down, took off the juu piece of bread, and saw poison was lathered all over my sandwhich.
"Oh my god!" Tabra alisema and spit his chicken out.
We looked at his sandwhich, and saw it spotless.
Just my luck huh, I have a killer trying to kill me kwa knives, and poison. Whats next, a poisonous dart gun? Two hits in one day, and if the first hit didn't happen, this one would have. *sigh* I guess that's the consequences of provoking the man in the first place.
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell