I’ve always been a thoughtful person, so when you ask, write 100 words, lot of ideas flood my head. Becoming almost overwhelming, write this, write that. What to do, what to think, what to write. I could write about love, or hate, or emotions undefinable with words. I could write, or I couldn’t. It’ll only matter to you if I post it. Do you read into what I write, or do you just see a person, Freyja. do you even see me as a person? Do I really exist to you? Oh well, I’ll just write, and you’ll read.
What went wrong?
"This wasn't the plan!" A voice screams at me through a smoky haze.
"You think I don't know that? What the hell happened?" I shout back, loosing patience.
"I don't know, Bluejay must have set off the explosives too soon? What do we do Crow?" The voice clicks into my head, It's one of my accomplices, Finch. No one knows eachothers names here, that was the deal. We all go by bird names. I'm Crow, the leader, Bluejay is our explosives girl, Finch is our tech guy, and Robin is the theif.
"Help me please!" a stray female voice pleads, grabbing at my ankles.
"I'm so sorry," I mutter at her, not sure whether she can hear me or not, but I keep moving. Our mission was set in stone, and we've got to follow through.
"Finch, do you have your computer?" I yell, trying to formulate a plan.
"Always!" he answers. His computer is conveniently slotted inside a briefcase that I don't think I've ever seen Finch without.
"Get the security systems down, and the air ducts all open, we need to clear this place out and finish what we started." I start walking towards where I think Finch's voice is. Determined to finish what we started.
The End of the Boardwalk
The end of the boardwalk had always been a retreat, a calming escape when life got too chaotic. I would walk to the edge, and sit down, away from the people crowding around stands, winnng prizes they would throw away in a couple of monthstaking in the beautiful lake spanning what seemed to be forever in front of me. When I sat on the end of the boardwalk all my problems seemed to dissapear, the feeling that filled me was serenity. I haven't been to the boardwalk in a while, I moved for college and haven't been back since. But someday, maybe soon, maybe 50 years in the future, I know I will come back and sit on the end of the boardwalk.
I couldn't see the monster, but I could feel its eyes on me constantly. I would whip around thinking I finally caught it, but no one was there. No one else seems to feel its eyes, or hear its ragged breaths, so very close to my face. Sometimes I swear I can feel the warm gusts of air, or smell its last meal. My only escape is sleep, the sweet 8 hours of unconciousness where I don't feel, see, or hear anything. But as soon as those precious hours are over, im plunged back into this waking nightmare, constantly haunted by a monster I can't see.
John, Chris, and I
John, Chris, and I had talked about it, we knew what we were doing. First we would get everyone out of the building, we didn't want any casualties. Then we would spread the gasoline, the fire needs someway to travel. Then we would burn it to the ground. There wasn't supposed to be anyone inside, we had planned it so carefully. There were 15 casualties in total, including John and Chris. I can't sleep anymore, I just don't understand what went wrong. We talked about it for weeks, months even, every single last detail. We knew what we were doing.
It hurts how much I need you
I can’t go a single day without talking to you and I hate it
You’re the first person I go to when I need help
But I’m not yours
I’m always checking my stupid phone
To see if you finally responded
So I’m sorry if I bother you
With how much you mean to me
I wish I could just move on
But you just stay in my mind
I don’t know why you matter so much
But you do
And I hate myself for it
Lets take a walk through an ocean town,
just forget all our worries.
Lets run away to an ocean town,
just you and me,
we can leave the past behind and make a new future,
Forget about all the shit that made our lives hell,
lets take a walk through an ocean town,
and meet new people,
new friends that won't leave us.
Lets leave everything behind
and just take a walk through an ocean town.
I'd like to think I'm the hero of my story, but I can't lie to myself no matter how hard I try.
I'm the villain, plain and simple. Everything I do goes against what I want to be, I'm supposed to be this perfect person, get straight A's. I say no, I couldn't give less of a crap about my grades, or what people think of me. I enjoy watching those that have wronged me suffer. You get what you deserve, I always say. I self sabatoge, and procrastinate untill an hour before a big test, or a project is due. I push away friends that just try to help me, though I couldn't tell you why. I just don't like myself in general. I'm the perfect antagonist to myself, It's kind of funny, and sad. I'm tired all the time, and I wish I could be an upbeat, always cheerful person that everyone likes. People don't tend to like me very much, and I hate it, I'm always so bitter and resentful toward life. I want to become a hero, but I'm afraid I'm too far gone. I guess I really am the villain of my story.