Inspired kwa the song, "Room of Angels" kwa Akira Yamaoka on the Silent kilima 4 soundtrack. ;)
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and alisema their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had aliyopewa a speech a while zamani had alisema something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I alisema nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no swali about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could wewe do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine mwaka old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and alisema their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had aliyopewa a speech a while zamani had alisema something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I alisema nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no swali about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could wewe do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine mwaka old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
MOONWALKER THE SERIES
Everyone was uandishi it down on their calenders as alerts of it popped up on the news, internet, and in big bold letters, on a newspaper! The time has come for it to be known to mankind and liked! The movie, Brenda and Luci's Night, was premiering on that weekend, the 25th of November.Everyone wanted to see it! There had been commercials of it since August, and the stars had been anxious. Speaking of the "stars" Whose names were Hillisia Jones, and Ponya Kricketiz. They were bff's since the kindergarten, and now they were in 7th grade. They auditioned for the movie without the other knowing! They were astounded when they learned they were auditioning for the same movie. They were mad, but when Ponya got the letter she was Brenda, and Hillisia was Luci, they were overjoyed, and began screaming with cheers! Now they were in New York being filmed for the movie... wait for more!
