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The world was dark now, and so very cold. Randy lay in the dark, on the floor, staring up at the water damaged ceiling in the room where she had been carelessly left to die. Her body was beaten and bruised, her nose and lip bloody, her clothes ripped, her bones broken. The room smelt of petrol and sawdust. She was probably lying in a puddle… but how would she know, she couldn’t feel anything. She closed her eyes and waited. Waited for death to come and claim her. And then she could rest.
But what was this? Hands on her face. She could hear crying. Who was it? Was it Juska, that lying bastard? Her eyes flickered open with the last bit of strength she could muster. It was Juska. She wished she wasn’t dying so she could kill him. Her eyes slid shut again.
Her lips were covered. ‘Oh no you don’t, you fuck. You’re not kissing me. You’re everything I hate, everything I want dead. You’re a vampire, everything I was brought up to hate. I hate you.’ That’s what she would say if she could move her lips and tongue.
Coppery and warm. Salty. That’s not saliva, that’s… ‘fuck! No! Fuck off! I am not becoming one of you!’ Her mind screamed. But all she could do was lay there and take it.
And then the remarkable happened. With her last shreds of strength, she punched him in the jaw. It was unexpected, to say the least. This wasn’t her strength, this was Juska’s. She could move now, and she got to her knees, glaring at the whimpering boy on the floor in front of her. His gun had fallen from his holster and was soon in Randy’s hands. She clicked the safety off and cocked it, breathing heavily, shoulders heaving with rage. “You cunt.” She spat, strength and fierce anger flowing through her veins. With a quick squeeze, the gun fired, and the air was full of red mist.
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Today I got to school at 7:45am, just in time for a cigarette behind the toilets with Juska before English. We had to read ‘Le Morte D’Arthur’ by Sir Thomas Mallory and neither Juska nor I understood it.
“It’s like fucking Chinese to me,” he said, exhaling smoke and squinting at the old book we had been issued. We had to answer questions about it, but our teacher just looked to see if we had writing on our pages. I once wrote ‘you are such a stupid slut’ in the middle of a paragraph and she overlooked it.
Once our shared cigarette had finished and had been stamped on, we sat through an hour of nodding our heads and smiling as our tutor talked on about Sir Lancelot and Guinevere’s affair. I knew a bit about the Arthurian legends through television, but all this old English stuff was way over my head. I drew in my notebook instead of listening.
I got my English essay back and got a B-. Juska got a D. Daddy’s gonna be mad.
I know I should start my essay that is due Wednesday, but I spent the rest of the day slacking off. Morrissey’s been texting me some weird shit. I’m too tired to understand what the hell he’s going on about. He must be on acid again.
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(yeah yeah, copy paste, i just want to make sure no one feels they got a warmer welcome ^.^) one question though, is Juska dead or still alive? In the background you said he is dead, or rather, he dies, but in the samples you wrote him as if alive. and again, i wonder how she'd react to rafia being around?
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and as far as juska goes, it doesn't really matter which, but it just confuzzled me a tad
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