Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-7064562-20170129010125

This really happened to me so some of the details might by fuzzy, also English isn’t my first language, and i’m only like 7 and wrote the whole thing on the wiki because i’m suicidal and my dad beats me and wont’ let me on google drive so be really nice to me and don’t correct it and just post it online without any editing because I clearly didn’t write this in 20 min.

 

Sigh, is life even worth living? No matter how hard I try, no matter how much effort I put in, nothing changes. No matter how expensive my makeup is, I can never cover up the sores denting my face. No matter how fancy my clothes, I can’t cover up this gas bubble constantly steaming in my stomach. No matter how much money I make, I can never buy my parents’ love. What’s the point of living in such a poverty stricken environment? No love, no happiness, I’m probably going to kill myself today.   Turning off my computer that’s on the deep web talking to my boyfriend jeff.T.K, I look over at the clock and see it’s like late at night. My bitch of a mom is going to be off to her overnight shift soon.

 “Altari honey, I’m leaving your lunch money on the table, don’t forget it! Good night! Mommy loves you!” My mom says in an overly cheerful voice echoing up the 3 stories needed to reach my room. Everyday, her jeers stab my heart through the false facade. She can’t fool me, no matter what she says, it will always stand that she hates me. That’s why I’m locked in this room from 11pm to the start of school the next day. I’m 16, there’s no reason I should have a curfew. It’s because she wants to keep me imprisoned, away from the opened world, because she's ashamed of me! She even goes to work in the morning not to even meet my gaze, this is ridiculous.

 “Shut the hell up you old hag! You don’t understand how much I have to spend on myself to make up for the abomination you didn’t abort!” I blurt from my mouth, putting her in her place as I put my blue tank top over my A-cup chest. No reason to put effort into myself; it’s not like I’m going to go hangout with friends. I just want to walk to wal-mart and pick up some bags of doritos & 4 liters of Coke. “You’re my only friend, aren't you Mr. Neko-chan?” Picking up my cat in my arms, I throw my bag over my shoulder and leave my room, locking it so my snot nosed brother doesn’t break in and steal more of my lady items. I make my way down the staircase. I have no idea why we need such a big house for so few people. I bet she's hoping I fall down the stairs or something. What an apple-doodle. Tch

Dropping my feline friend onto the ground, I check the counter. 50 dollars?! Really?! What the hell am I supposed to eat on such a small budget today!? Fast food or something? Does she not care about my health? With a deep sigh, I pocket the useless wad of bills and exit the house.

Passing through the green flourished yard that contains the fake plastic flamingos you see on T.V., I hop onto the sidewalk to see a young boy.

<span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hamster!” He says, in a monotone voice. <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> “Umm..What?” looking around and hoping his parents collect this child. Why does this always happen to me? Yesterday I was just trying to order a double mocha frappachino with drizzle, whip cream, chocolate chips on 1/3rd of it and white mocha drizzle and the guy at Mcdonalds winked at me. I get all the weirdos…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Help me find my hamster pleaz!!!! He is FURRRY and BROWN!!” Jumping up and down he points to a large stride gate under our local bridge. “HE LIKES NUTS!” he screams, pulling at my hand into the tunnel. As his blond hair begins to move from his face, I can see the tears start to drizzle down his face better than the mocha drizzle that one sexually active fast food worker didn’t put correctly on my frappuccino. With a roll of my eyes I followed him into the dark tunnel.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So, should I try to call out his name or…” Then, my whole vision went black and I began to feel the cold sting of the water as I fell to the ground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I awoke to notice, right in front of me, under the only dim light a small brown hamster running in his wheel. I put my hand to my head, only to feel a slight shock of pain. Slowly getting to my feet, I walk close to the thing, slowly shaking as each step takes quite a toll on my already shaking body.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ow, are you the hamster..Where’s the little boy? What’s going on?” I ask the hamster, hoping for a response. However the little Fruit-Dangle didn’t answer me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Then, a slight jam of electrical static buzzes at my ears worse than a bee hive. A clear voice of a female rings through it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Eat the hamster.” The voice buzzes out. <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> “Umm..What..” I stutter, unsure of what it was asking. Looking at the furry thing in the cage, I notice it’s undead eyes staring at me, as it’s nose twitches and it slowly chews the bits of apple in it’s mouth.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Then, a short jab of pain shoots from my leg, followed by a warm fluid. Wincing in pain and closing one eye, I slowly look over to notice the small child stabbing me underneath with a toy knife. Before I can let out a plea, he twist the knife, causing me to howl louder than a werewolf under a fullmoon. <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">With tears in my eyes, I pick up the hamster as the child slowly shakes his head. The hamster, not even fighting back jumps into my mouth and begins to wiggle its way down. Out of instinct, I bite down, sending a large crunch sound through my head. That’s when the wiggling got fierce, as did the knife, I had no choice. I bit again, causing the small brown rodent to scream and scratch my face hoping for an escape. As each bone began to crack, and the warm crimson blood began to flow from my face, I began to cry. Bite after bite, crack after crack, the frantic movements of the hamster began to stop and with one large gulp I swallowed it. The kid, pulling the knife out of my leg then begins to walk slowly into a newly formed door. Holding pressure onto my leg, I limp towards the exit as quickly as I can. The tears of fear began to form into tears of joy as I exit this cruel area.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#d9d9d9;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">That’s when I saw it. Hundreds of apples tied to the ceiling. In a confused mess I turn to the kid, now holding a plastic chicken.

<span style="color:rgb(217,217,217);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6667px;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Apple!” he says. And that’s when I finally realised why my mom wanted me to stay home at night.

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