In Another Life

She had a distorted reality. When people looked at her, they were not seeing what they thought they saw. It was like looking at a distant star. You are not really seeing the star, you are merely looking at a reflection of light that was there perhaps a million years ago. That was the way it was with her. When you looked at her, you were looking at a reflection of the past. And her past was filled with demons.

There was this guy who affected her life in more ways than he could imagine. She had always been that girl who always had at least two or three guys trying to woo her. But when she saw this guy, she was speechless. She had found him interesting. He had looks. He had the charm. He knew how to talk decent and when to shut up. He was all she wanted. And then one day, he proposed to her. She felt that the universe was working on ways to make her life better. She knew she could never lose him or it would be the end.

But as there always are, complications made way between them. They lived in different cities. She was damaged and needed a person who could handle her when she was at her worst. She had a dysfunctional family, an ex who had raped her and friends who never cared. He was the last hope. But the fact that he had a great family and he loved them and valued them above anything made things worse for her.

Eventually they grew apart. They were still in contact with each other but all they could talk about was this and that. Her heart ached for him. She wanted him close. Close enough to hear his heartbeat. She wanted him to reach out to her demons that had settled well within her. She wanted him to hold her, even when she didn't want to. She wanted him to say that he would always be there for her. She wanted him to never let go of her even when she asked him to. But this was exactly what he couldn't do.

Then one day he mustered up enough courage to finally tell her that even he wanted her. It was his birthday. He couldn't sleep the entire night before ,cause of excitement. He had plans for the day. On the other hand, she too had plans for the day. After all it was his birthday. It was a beautiful Thursday morning. He got up and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat on the couch thinking about what he would say to her. He would walk right into her house and tell her that he wanted to be with her, Forever.

Even she was getting ready. She had a tedious but necessary task to finish. He drove to her house in his car with the stereo blasting love songs. Inside the house, she sat on her couch, finished her coffee and set the cup in the center of the table carefully. She went into the bathroom, opened the medicine chest, took out a razor blade and slashed her wrists.

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4 Gunshots

And without a second thought she killed her entire family.
People hated her for that. They said she was a murderer. But not once did anyone notice that she had killed 4 people who were murderers themselves.
They had exploited her. She killed them so that she could survive. If she hadn't used that gun that day, she would have perished.
Those people had murdered her every single day for 19 long years and she couldn't take that anymore.
While the gun was in her hand, she knew that if she thought for one more second she wouldn't be able to do it. So she took one deep breath and shot all 4 of them one by one. There was blood all over the place.
After the 4th gun shot, every thing was silent. Finally she could breathe.
A feeling of peace engulfed her.
She was free at last.

Queen Of Pop

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When I Was Younger

When I was younger, I'd put my arms in my shirt and tell people I lost my arms.
I would restart the video game whenever I knew I was going to lose.
I slept with all the stuffed animals as a child so that none of them would get offended.
I had that pen with 4 different colors, and tried to push all the buttons at once.
I poured soda into the cap of the bottle and would act like I was taking shots.
The hardest decision was choosing which Nintendo game to play.
I would wait behind a door to scare someone, then leave because they took too long to come out or i had to pee.
I faked being asleep so that I could be carried to bed.
I used to think that the moon followed my car.
I watched 2 drops of rain roll down the window and I would pretend it was a race.
I went to the computer just to use paint.
The only fake friends I had were the invisible ones.
I used to sing in the shower. (Now? I make life decisions in there)
If i ever swallowed a fruit seed, I was scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy.
What was I thinking?

Psychoville

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