Would Anyone Want To Do A Soap With Little Old Me?
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Thread Topic: Would Anyone Want To Do A Soap With Little Old Me?
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I scrolled through the songs and clicked the eighteenth note. I twitched as it loaded up, and the title called to me: Mom...(Anger song)
Hey, Mom.
Will you listen to me now?
Now that I have you bleeding on the ground?
MOM.
Look me in the eyes.
(I can't!)
Shut up and try!
(Oh!)
"Ergh..." I whispered as I grimaced. -
I got some ointment from the cabinet and rubbed it over my hands.
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Mom, you know I don't like getting lied to.
(Oh baby. I'm sor-)
PLEASE. You said yourself, "There's nothing I can do!"
LOOK AT ME. MOM, I SAID look at me.
(Honey I cant-)
Lying again! You can f---ing see!
I felt like a monster. My eyes bored into the screen. -
I rubbed the oil on the scabs on my neck and winced. This part always hurt, but it really had to be done. My homemade concoction made the scars go away faster.
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Whoa! :O IN-VENT-OR.
I skipped to the end, and what I saw astonished me.
You don't realize what you've done to me.
(Oh, Jacks-)
Don't say my name, got it missy?
(Jackson!)
I said don't say my name! But in Hell, would you!
(Bu-)
Here, Imma help you!
Thisll only hurt a little bit.
Psych, just the pain is gonna make you die.
(But baby, I'll miss you!)
Bulls---, tell he Devil I said "Hi!"
And now you can say goodbye!
*Sound of moms screaming ends the song*
I dropped the iPod, hearing the screen crack as it smashed into the rocks. I hugged my knees to my chest. -
Yeah, it's really simple, actually.
I applied the ointment to everywhere on my body and sat there for a while, gritting my teeth. -
What's in it? >:3
I could hardly comprehend how violent I was in the song. I laid on the bench, and let myself drift off into the black world of nothingness. -
Coconut oil and aloe vera. Gotta get the right amount of each, though.
After the stinging left, I walked out of the bathroom. -
Nice. :D
In my sleep, the song seemed to be happening in my dream. The screams of my mother echoed in my head, sending massive chills down my spine. -
Yeah, I read it in a book for cutters. So technically, I didn't make it... :P
I sat down and looked at my bookshelf. I realized I hadn't gone to the library in a while and got ready to go. -
I see. .3. What's the book called?
Sleeping on, the end of the dream was the most violet. My mom was all cut up, firy red flowing from her like waterfalls. She released strangulated cries, obviously choked up. My menacingly scary self just glared down at her as her last breath was sucked in. My heart raced. -
Blade Silver by Melody Carlson. It's a Christian book. My god, he likes gore, eh?
I walked down the street, glancing around. Why did I feel like somebody was after me? -
Thank you. .-. And not really. He's just dreaming of it due to his burning anger and hatred for his mother at the moment. And I felt being creepy. xP
As the dream faded, the screams remained. My hands went to my head as my eyes flew open. -
You're welcome. Ahh, I see.
I quickened my pace and soon arrived at the large library. I eagerly went inside. -
I sighed, and stared at the water longingly. I stripped down to my shorts and began strollin to the edge of the water. Maybe a nice swim would take my mind off things.
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