So pardon all the grammar errors, and spelling mistakes. I wrote this at 4 in the morning
for an english assignment, this isn't all of it, the story its self was 7 pages, but this is the only
part I feel worthy enough for sharing. Warning! its grotesque my teacher LOVED it ^.^

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Please let it all have been a horrible heart wrenching dream I reapeated to myself over and over, but it wasn't, every restless night
for the last two weeks i've woken up imitating her screams, repeating her pleds, breathing my childs blood and lost innocence. Even god himself could not reverse and save me from this chaotic nightmare that i've released upon myself. How could a human being live with themselves after what I did. I slashed and ripped there flesh apart with my nails and teeth, and laughed as there bodied winced in pain. The blood, oh how I see it everytime I close my eyes. It flowed so gracefully out of the open gashes, and seeped out of the uncontained muscles. The piercing cry of anguish came from my child as I torn her apart limb by limb with my hands and teeth
. At that very moment, I longed for the taste of there skin and blood, something in my mind wouldn't let me stop even though my heart was breaking my body kept going, blocking there voices there giggles there smiles that once filled my heart with warmth and happiness was a dead memory to me now. There was a simple answer to the simple question I had asked myself everynight since they cured me. Every night since I regainted my sanity. How could a human being live with themselves after what I did.Easy, they couldn't, that moment my fate was decided. Again something trigged in my mind.Similar to the feeling that made me tear apart the very people i would have gave my own life to protect. I tried to shake the memories, and took in as much fresh air as I could. I was almost at the old refugee camp now it was nearly unbearable to continue on going from the pain in my torso. This is what it must have felt like to have your chest savagely ripped apart and your heart pulled out, this assumption and conclusion of thoughts striked my body in such horrifying agony that I tumbled to the ground. What felt like hours must have gone by, but eeling that overwhelmed me to kill the very people I would have gave my life to protect.Something over rode my thoughts, a will. A need. I dragged what was left of my whithering body off the ground and hovered through the lost ruins of the city. It's been weeks since the orignal explosion, and the ground still wreaked of death, sorrow and injustice. So many lost souls, so many that I knew. My childhood friends, My families friends, My relatives all just a statistic, all just a number that brought the death count up into the thousands. While my thoughts drifted away from me, my body and that trigger kept my legs moving, and somehow I was in some vehicle driving down what was left of the old number 7 highway. The memories hit me like a moving train, each time I passed a broken sign, or an abondoned vehicle, the memories of there smiling faces cut me. Her voice whispered in my ear, telling me that we were save now, it was a blessing from god we were alive and we were well. I blinked a few times and tryed to swallow as when I managed to focus my gaze, the sky hadn't changed at all, still the soft navy with a slight green glow towards the horizon. Knowing I wasn't far from where I was going, I clawed my way through the sand, and crawled across the ground, I knew my legs would fail me if I tryed to stand, and even if they would hold, I felt unworthy of walking. I needed to save my strength.


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kiki<3

wow. that's.....deep. Your teacher = ...Odd. I'd get sent to a fucking mental institution if my teacher read that. no offense to you. I love it.

Nice