Inspired da the song, "Room of Angels" da Akira Yamaoka on the Silent collina 4 soundtrack. ;)
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and detto their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had dato a speech a while fa had detto something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I detto nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no domanda about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could te do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine anno old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and detto their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had dato a speech a while fa had detto something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I detto nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no domanda about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could te do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine anno old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
The giorno of love,
Is here again,
This is tough,
From end to end,
A joyus occasion,
Is our salvation,
Without you,
I would be empty,
No one da my side,
No one to embrace me when I'm tired,
Stuck within a baracading window,
Wishing oh so much,
That te would show,
Just another day,
Where I would have to sit here and say,
Alone again,
Always alone,
Behind these eyes are tears of love,
te are my one true,
Thank te honey,
For being with me,
I Amore te so,
Please,
Never ever leave me
da ScottishChic, dedicated to all whom I Amore x
Is here again,
This is tough,
From end to end,
A joyus occasion,
Is our salvation,
Without you,
I would be empty,
No one da my side,
No one to embrace me when I'm tired,
Stuck within a baracading window,
Wishing oh so much,
That te would show,
Just another day,
Where I would have to sit here and say,
Alone again,
Always alone,
Behind these eyes are tears of love,
te are my one true,
Thank te honey,
For being with me,
I Amore te so,
Please,
Never ever leave me
da ScottishChic, dedicated to all whom I Amore x
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SINGERS THAT I KNOW :Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Nicki Minaj,Justin Bieber, Rihanna, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez,Jennifer Lopez, well i just Amore every singers !!
Well i wish all the singer a big GOOD LUCK!!!! and also i Amore every songs well they are great!! ciao all the singers make più song for me please want to see più !!! well just Amore every singer!!, well my preferito song is WORK da Rihanna and what is yours?