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It didn't take long before I was in the girl's clothing. I walked out of the hospital like a freebird, not even one person suspectin' me.
Idiots.
So I haven't been out that long.. but enough to get everyone outta my hair. I had a choice: I could persue B an' do the whole 'revenge' thing or just move on to another town which I think that's what I'm gonna do. Don't get me wrong, she's gonna get what's comin' to her from me but I'm just not ready yet. Feelin' a bit out of the loop.. gotta make sure I still have it in me and practice for the next showdown, y'know? I do it now I might as well just be standin' there waiting to lose.
It's so hard though. I'm never the stand down girl.. I'm all 'bout just goin' out there and doing it. I'll do her the way she did me.. a nice stab in the gut and see how she likes it. I'll probably have a little torment fun first because.. if she were to go into a coma, I want her to dream of me the way I did of her. That endless replay of her losing..
To the other slayer.
What's up with that, anyway? Why did everyone treat me like I was second base compared to her? We're both slayers, we both have the wicked superpower thing workin' for us.. not my fault if she decided to die and come back. I was called, damn it. Haven't I earned that respect? But because I was havin' fun with whatever up there gave me I became the bad guy. So yeah.. I killed a man, but that wasn't my fault. He JUMPED into the fire and kiddies, if you do that.. you're gonna get burned. That simple. I did more good than harm but because it wasn't her everyone decided to make an apocalypse outta it.
Well, fine. But I'm sick of livin' in her shadow and everyone tellin' me I should be more like her. No one said anything 'bout her bein' more like me.. and she's the one with the issues. She rather look at her 'chosen life' as a glass half-empty that's her deal. Me? I'm all five by five. I look at it half full, sweetness.
Seemed like forever but I finally made it to the remains of what's left of Sunny-D High. I couldn't help but look.. and wonder. I should've been there.. I should've. I shouldn't have been in that fuckin' hospital bed. If I was there.. I probably could've made a difference.
You wouldn't be dead.
His memory won't be forgotten. I didn't love the guy but that doesn't mean I didn't care for him. He took me in and understood me -- he treated me like an equal an' even a little bit more special. The only person who cared if I breathed..
Damn.
I closed my eyes for a second as I tried to force the memories outta me. Didn't work too well, but at least I didn't get myself worked up. I wasn't gonna sit here and cry like a little girl.. no.. this grief will be better handled when the time comes. It'll help me fight against them.
His memory won't fade, and if it was meant to.. it'll go out with me with a loud bang.
I took what I could before I was finally on the bus that'll lead me away from this pathetic excuse of a town..
Los Angeles.
Idiots.
So I haven't been out that long.. but enough to get everyone outta my hair. I had a choice: I could persue B an' do the whole 'revenge' thing or just move on to another town which I think that's what I'm gonna do. Don't get me wrong, she's gonna get what's comin' to her from me but I'm just not ready yet. Feelin' a bit out of the loop.. gotta make sure I still have it in me and practice for the next showdown, y'know? I do it now I might as well just be standin' there waiting to lose.
It's so hard though. I'm never the stand down girl.. I'm all 'bout just goin' out there and doing it. I'll do her the way she did me.. a nice stab in the gut and see how she likes it. I'll probably have a little torment fun first because.. if she were to go into a coma, I want her to dream of me the way I did of her. That endless replay of her losing..
To the other slayer.
What's up with that, anyway? Why did everyone treat me like I was second base compared to her? We're both slayers, we both have the wicked superpower thing workin' for us.. not my fault if she decided to die and come back. I was called, damn it. Haven't I earned that respect? But because I was havin' fun with whatever up there gave me I became the bad guy. So yeah.. I killed a man, but that wasn't my fault. He JUMPED into the fire and kiddies, if you do that.. you're gonna get burned. That simple. I did more good than harm but because it wasn't her everyone decided to make an apocalypse outta it.
Well, fine. But I'm sick of livin' in her shadow and everyone tellin' me I should be more like her. No one said anything 'bout her bein' more like me.. and she's the one with the issues. She rather look at her 'chosen life' as a glass half-empty that's her deal. Me? I'm all five by five. I look at it half full, sweetness.
Seemed like forever but I finally made it to the remains of what's left of Sunny-D High. I couldn't help but look.. and wonder. I should've been there.. I should've. I shouldn't have been in that fuckin' hospital bed. If I was there.. I probably could've made a difference.
You wouldn't be dead.
His memory won't be forgotten. I didn't love the guy but that doesn't mean I didn't care for him. He took me in and understood me -- he treated me like an equal an' even a little bit more special. The only person who cared if I breathed..
Damn.
I closed my eyes for a second as I tried to force the memories outta me. Didn't work too well, but at least I didn't get myself worked up. I wasn't gonna sit here and cry like a little girl.. no.. this grief will be better handled when the time comes. It'll help me fight against them.
His memory won't fade, and if it was meant to.. it'll go out with me with a loud bang.
I took what I could before I was finally on the bus that'll lead me away from this pathetic excuse of a town..
Los Angeles.