Saturday, September 13, 2008
I just wrote a composition that sounds quite dark. Sigh. Its a sad thing because i cant seem to express myself in a happy way. All my compos and stories are all dark and emo. Cant help it since i always read sad, emo or romance stories. they are always ~~~ LOL. yay! i shall put my work up xD :
Justice
The news left her devastated. Her mother was dead. She ran out of the living room and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her. She made a beeline for the bed, tossed herself onto the bed like a ragged doll and broke out into uncontrollable sobs. She let out screams of frustration. Why must this happen to me, she thought. A bullet train of a million thoughts rushed through her mind. She heard approaching footsteps. “Go away!” she cried with all the might she had left. A sense of nausea swept over her. She collapsed onto the cold bare ground.
A familiar voice ringed in her ears, calling for her to wake up. Samantha struggled to open her heavy-lid eyes as she surfaced into consciousness. Her father and stepmother stood by her. Her stepmother, Elizabeth, made a hesitated step forward and reached out towards her. Samantha instantly backed away, shaking her head in detest. A sudden sense of anger and frustration engulfed her. “You were the one who broke my once perfect family! You were the one who stole my father from us! You were the one who caused my mum’s suicide! Get away from me!” she screamed. Following that, she gave her stepmother a rough push and a great snarl. Her father demanded for an apology. No, this was not her father who always cared about her. She eyed her father and Elizabeth in great detests and burst out of the room. Her mind was in a state of confusion. She collapsed onto the sofa, tears tumbling down her cheeks. She hated how her father neglected her mother and her for Elizabeth. She totally detested it. She did not know what to do. Her mother was no longer here to protect her. She was all alone.
That moment, Elizabeth came into the room. She was balancing a tray of cookies and a cup of tea, trying to offer peace. She settled herself beside Samantha and reached to hold her hand. It came as a soft whisper as she said, “Samantha, I know it is difficult, but I hope you will accept me as your mother. I will love your dad.” Samantha did not believe her ears. She snorted and shot up from her seat and stared at Elizabeth. “Oh that is funny because I happened to think that you are after my father’s wealth.” She turned to walk away but then, Elizabeth caught her hands. That was the last straw. Samantha turned around and made a sweep at the table. The china crashed onto the floor and shattered from the impact. Elizabeth’s eyes widened, obviously alarmed. Elizabeth was panicky. She grabbed Samantha by the shoulders, hoping against hope to calm her down. Instead, Samantha’s temper flared. She picked up a piece of shattered china and drove it straight into Elizabeth’s chest. Blood splurged out, spreading crimson onto her white shirt. She collapsed to the floor, face registered with shock. Her last scream for help could not escape her. Upon hearing the commotion, her father rushed out into the living room. His knees weakened and gave out under him. He gave an exasperated yell and threw himself protectively over Elizabeth. He stared at his daughter in disbelief. It was not the Samantha he knew. Instead, it was a beast.
Samantha lips curled up into a sinister smile, looking at the pathetic state of her father and Elizabeth. She threw her head back and gave out a maniac laugh. Justice! Yes. She had acquired it for her mother.
The news left her devastated. Her mother was dead. She ran out of the living room and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her. She made a beeline for the bed, tossed herself onto the bed like a ragged doll and broke out into uncontrollable sobs. She let out screams of frustration. Why must this happen to me, she thought. A bullet train of a million thoughts rushed through her mind. She heard approaching footsteps. “Go away!” she cried with all the might she had left. A sense of nausea swept over her. She collapsed onto the cold bare ground.
A familiar voice ringed in her ears, calling for her to wake up. Samantha struggled to open her heavy-lid eyes as she surfaced into consciousness. Her father and stepmother stood by her. Her stepmother, Elizabeth, made a hesitated step forward and reached out towards her. Samantha instantly backed away, shaking her head in detest. A sudden sense of anger and frustration engulfed her. “You were the one who broke my once perfect family! You were the one who stole my father from us! You were the one who caused my mum’s suicide! Get away from me!” she screamed. Following that, she gave her stepmother a rough push and a great snarl. Her father demanded for an apology. No, this was not her father who always cared about her. She eyed her father and Elizabeth in great detests and burst out of the room. Her mind was in a state of confusion. She collapsed onto the sofa, tears tumbling down her cheeks. She hated how her father neglected her mother and her for Elizabeth. She totally detested it. She did not know what to do. Her mother was no longer here to protect her. She was all alone.
That moment, Elizabeth came into the room. She was balancing a tray of cookies and a cup of tea, trying to offer peace. She settled herself beside Samantha and reached to hold her hand. It came as a soft whisper as she said, “Samantha, I know it is difficult, but I hope you will accept me as your mother. I will love your dad.” Samantha did not believe her ears. She snorted and shot up from her seat and stared at Elizabeth. “Oh that is funny because I happened to think that you are after my father’s wealth.” She turned to walk away but then, Elizabeth caught her hands. That was the last straw. Samantha turned around and made a sweep at the table. The china crashed onto the floor and shattered from the impact. Elizabeth’s eyes widened, obviously alarmed. Elizabeth was panicky. She grabbed Samantha by the shoulders, hoping against hope to calm her down. Instead, Samantha’s temper flared. She picked up a piece of shattered china and drove it straight into Elizabeth’s chest. Blood splurged out, spreading crimson onto her white shirt. She collapsed to the floor, face registered with shock. Her last scream for help could not escape her. Upon hearing the commotion, her father rushed out into the living room. His knees weakened and gave out under him. He gave an exasperated yell and threw himself protectively over Elizabeth. He stared at his daughter in disbelief. It was not the Samantha he knew. Instead, it was a beast.
Samantha lips curled up into a sinister smile, looking at the pathetic state of her father and Elizabeth. She threw her head back and gave out a maniac laugh. Justice! Yes. She had acquired it for her mother.
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AHHHHH! no i still cannot accept the fact that i wrote such a DARKKKKK story. it sounds super depressing. SO EVIL! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! i need to cleanse the purity of my heart! T.T blehs.
almost finished reading twilight! its such a nice book! :DDD yijia promised to lend me the 2nd book on monday! yay! :DDD
i know that i have loved you ... at 5:38 PM
fate crumbled all around 0 identities
fate crumbled all around 0 identities