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Awaken by the light.Hearing voices in his head. Listening of what was
said."Take that blade and end your life." Said the voices with such
petty. They keep speaking to him. All he ever wanted was to be set free
from those horrible thoughts he was hearing. All he wanted was silence
once in his life.

He holds his hands to his head. Pulling his
hair and screams "Stop…Stop it.. Leave me alone." As he was yelling
for his freedom. he keeps rocking back and forth on his bed that he was
awoken from. Trying to open his eyes hoping for the Screaming voices to
stop/

Silence he hears. Not a sound from anywhere He looks
around with such wondering eyes. Seeing if anyone heard him yelling for
is freedom.

He gets dressed. Putting on his band t-shirt, tight
chick pants, and his chuck tailors. Going to the bathroom to put his
bracelets on one at a time. He looks in the merrior. He sees the most
weirdest image that stuns him to the point where he can not move.

A
girl. A beautiful girl who once lived there in peace. Her hair was a
brownish color done ever so neatly. She wore a tight American Eagle
t-shirt. Her jeans where those of a destroyed look. The smile she gave
him was so wonderful. She turns around and he had seen a hole in the
back of her head. Not just any hole. A bullet hole. It was so big you
could put at least 4 fingers in it. It frightens him. No matter how
hard he tries to speak. Not a word comes out of his mouth. He blinks
for a split second and she is gone. No where to be seen. He rubs his
blood shot eyes trying not to think about what he has seen.

He
gets back doing his hair. Doing the emo hair look. You know, with the
long bangs and the spiked up back hair. The emo look that people
dispise. The look that he liked that would best describe him. Not every
one is the same you know.

Grabbing his book-bag and going to
school. He walks for a good 30 minutes. On the way there he sees the
same girl on the other side of the street. only this time there was no
bullet hole. There where cuts in her wrists. They where at different
angels and directians. Her blood dripping down her wrists and off of
her fingers. She was surrounded by a puddle of blood. Nothing but thick
red blood. She lifts her hand and starts to point to his bag. He
hurries and drops it and starts to panic. "look in it." she said with a
screeching voice. He dumps every thing out of his bag. He sees a old
snuff nose revolver. So old that you can see huge rust spots all ofer
the handle as well as the baerole. He knows what he has to do but he
wont do it.

He hurries and gets to school seeing how he was
running late. He gets to school seeing everyone point and whisper at
him. Trying not to let it bother him he walks away. One of the preps
come up to him and push him to the lockers with such force that every
one in the hallway went silent. the prep gripping his shirt and telling
him" You are a worthless piece of gods creation." he said in a deep
angery voice. "Burn in hell." He had stated back to him. The prep lets
go of him throwing him to the floor and walking away. He picks up his
bag that he dropped and starts heading to his class.

As he
sits at his desk he sees her. Yes the girl once again. This time she is
not wearing anything. She has bruises and scars all over her body. I
dont mean little scars and bruises. There like those of a rape victom.
One of those victoms that you see on the tellovition that have died. He
looks around and sees every one stair at him. He looks back at the
female and sees she is curled up in a ball in the corner. She is crying
with blood rolling down her face as for tears.

One of the
jocks snap him out of it by pushing the books he had laying on the desk
onto the floor. They where pushed so hard when they hit the floor they
slid two rows of seats away from him. He goes and picks them up and
heads back to his seat. He sits down well tries to sit at least. The
jock pulls the chair out from under him making him fall flat on the
floor. He fell so hard you could hear his back crack. He looks around
seeing everyone laughing at his stupidity. Imbarassed he runs out into
the hall and into the lunch room where no one can bother him.

There
she was the little girl once more. She is hanging by a noose from the
banasters at the lunchroom. Her face was so pail. So white. She looked
like she had died ages ago. But yet she is still alive. She points at
one fo teh lunch tables in the middle of the room. There sits a rope. A
realy think rope.

Sitting there looking at the rope. HE ties
it in to that noose. That one noose that has ended thousands of lives
from the past. Crying and sobbing with words that no one understood. He
throws the rope over one of the railings of the room and steps up on to
one of the chairs. Putting the rope around his fragile neck. He says
his last words on the top of his lungs. " Fuck this world! Hell here i
come!" Kicking the chair out from underneath him. Hearing the spine
snap from what had happen. Some people hear what was done. They rush to
see what happend. People have looks on there faces like they didn’t
know he was and faces of such fright. They could not do anything but
cry.

Some people say that they seen him and the little girl
holding hands on those thick ropes. Some say it didn’t happen at all.
But there is one thing true about this story. It was not me in the
dream. It was you.