Chapter 3
Nov. 24, 1987
I wake up to bad 80's âm nhạc and the smell of beer. I look to see that there is the bus driver. I look up at him and rub my eyes. He smiles.
"Morning miss I hate to bother bạn but bạn been on this bus ever since mid night and well...I came to collect pay"
"Well that's very kind of bạn sir to say that but at this time I really do not have any money to give you. Nor do i have any money to even give myself. I am sorry."
"Well I am sorry miss but I will have to call the cops then."
"Go ahead its not like I am not wanted bởi them already.."
"What was that remark mam?"
"Nothing"
I sat still and watched him make his way up to the front of the bus and reach for his bus phone. I saw a piece of broken glass on the floor so I picked it up and hid it behind my back. I started to walk slowly toward the front. Like a con beo, panther stalking his pray...slowly...then I took the glass and stabbed him right through his wind pipe. The blood was warm as it hit my face. And I took the glass and did it again. I saw hat his facial expression was the same one that Matt had made when I had stabbed him. He then turned around grabbed the cổ áo of my áo sơ mi and tried to say something. Although the word was not very clear it sounded as if he đã đưa ý kiến "thank you"
Once again I had done something I shouldn't have done. So I started to run again. I ran into a thrift cửa hàng and looked around.
" may I help bạn miss?" The man said.
"No..no one can help"
Then his smile quickly dropped and he turned around.
"Wait. Maybe bạn can. Do bạn guys sell switch blades here?"
He turned back around and started to speak.
"Yes. They are over there in that back corner."
"Great. What about lipstick? hoặc any black clothing?...wigs maybe?"
"yes. Over there. Are bạn alright miss?"
"yes never been better. bạn have a nice ngày sir"
'Uhhh..thanks bạn to..'clears throat' miss
I walk out of the store and into a dark alley..then I see a deserted old hotel so i welcome myself in. I look around. No one here so might as well live here. So i go up the dusty old steps and into the bathroom. I looked into the cracked glass and smile. Then I dressed myself and caked my face with makeup.
"Show time"
To be continued...
"Thanks...and bạn to mam"
I was as good as an actress as it was gonna get. Amazingly he actually fell for it.
Nov. 24, 1987
I wake up to bad 80's âm nhạc and the smell of beer. I look to see that there is the bus driver. I look up at him and rub my eyes. He smiles.
"Morning miss I hate to bother bạn but bạn been on this bus ever since mid night and well...I came to collect pay"
"Well that's very kind of bạn sir to say that but at this time I really do not have any money to give you. Nor do i have any money to even give myself. I am sorry."
"Well I am sorry miss but I will have to call the cops then."
"Go ahead its not like I am not wanted bởi them already.."
"What was that remark mam?"
"Nothing"
I sat still and watched him make his way up to the front of the bus and reach for his bus phone. I saw a piece of broken glass on the floor so I picked it up and hid it behind my back. I started to walk slowly toward the front. Like a con beo, panther stalking his pray...slowly...then I took the glass and stabbed him right through his wind pipe. The blood was warm as it hit my face. And I took the glass and did it again. I saw hat his facial expression was the same one that Matt had made when I had stabbed him. He then turned around grabbed the cổ áo of my áo sơ mi and tried to say something. Although the word was not very clear it sounded as if he đã đưa ý kiến "thank you"
Once again I had done something I shouldn't have done. So I started to run again. I ran into a thrift cửa hàng and looked around.
" may I help bạn miss?" The man said.
"No..no one can help"
Then his smile quickly dropped and he turned around.
"Wait. Maybe bạn can. Do bạn guys sell switch blades here?"
He turned back around and started to speak.
"Yes. They are over there in that back corner."
"Great. What about lipstick? hoặc any black clothing?...wigs maybe?"
"yes. Over there. Are bạn alright miss?"
"yes never been better. bạn have a nice ngày sir"
'Uhhh..thanks bạn to..'clears throat' miss
I walk out of the store and into a dark alley..then I see a deserted old hotel so i welcome myself in. I look around. No one here so might as well live here. So i go up the dusty old steps and into the bathroom. I looked into the cracked glass and smile. Then I dressed myself and caked my face with makeup.
"Show time"
To be continued...
"Thanks...and bạn to mam"
I was as good as an actress as it was gonna get. Amazingly he actually fell for it.
READ THIS IF YOURE EMO! my tim, trái tim is black.its filled with sadnesss.its filled with angst.my tim, trái tim is cold,no happyness filled in.i wish it had.every change of happyness is destoryed for my poor ,cold heart.my tim, trái tim is black filled with sorrow,and reget...........................everyday sorrow builds up in my heart.i may look happy....but my tim, trái tim is.....black..................................................................................................................................................................an endless timeline fills my heart.
