Lord of Destruction
Ladies and gentlemen, the story.
This started back in 1st year high school. Some girl locked me up in the broom closet of her house. Me, being a snot-nosed 11-year-old at the time, cried until (yep, you guessed it) snot started streaming out of my nose. Guess who got laughed at.
Next chapter: Second year. First month, the very first chance I got, I made like there was a spider on her leg and then whacked it with an umbrella. It bruised, the spider got away, I got sent to the office, but whogivesashitabouthat?! I got my revenge. December rolls around and in the Christmas Party, she wears this tight blue number. My jaw hit the fscking floor.
Third year, I finally admit it to myself how I felt at that time. Fourth year, nothing happened.
A few years after graduation, I attend her birthday party... and apocalypse takes place. I realize she'll never see me as anything more than a little brother, but as I warm up to my new role, I realize I want to protect her - as a way to show how I feel. Our communications flicker and gradually die down. I try to reestablish contact, but no method seems reliable.
But fate, it seems, is a cruel mistress.
October 22, 2005. I receive news that had my soul jump six feet behind me - my heart stopped for a literal two seconds. (I'll forward it to you if you have a Friendster accound, so you can see what the message is - I can't bear to type it.)
And the 22nd was a mere 4 days before the Regional finals of the National Super Quiz Bee. I went in there like a man possessed by only one thing: destruction. And the rest is history.
(hint: the music I picked is from http://chunkpicard.ytmnd.com/ <- the Chunk is from the movie "The Goonies".)
Maybe now I'll have some peace of mind after posting this, or perhaps closure. But the wound is deep, and will take a long time to heal, if it will.
This started back in 1st year high school. Some girl locked me up in the broom closet of her house. Me, being a snot-nosed 11-year-old at the time, cried until (yep, you guessed it) snot started streaming out of my nose. Guess who got laughed at.
Next chapter: Second year. First month, the very first chance I got, I made like there was a spider on her leg and then whacked it with an umbrella. It bruised, the spider got away, I got sent to the office, but whogivesashitabouthat?! I got my revenge. December rolls around and in the Christmas Party, she wears this tight blue number. My jaw hit the fscking floor.
Third year, I finally admit it to myself how I felt at that time. Fourth year, nothing happened.
A few years after graduation, I attend her birthday party... and apocalypse takes place. I realize she'll never see me as anything more than a little brother, but as I warm up to my new role, I realize I want to protect her - as a way to show how I feel. Our communications flicker and gradually die down. I try to reestablish contact, but no method seems reliable.
But fate, it seems, is a cruel mistress.
October 22, 2005. I receive news that had my soul jump six feet behind me - my heart stopped for a literal two seconds. (I'll forward it to you if you have a Friendster accound, so you can see what the message is - I can't bear to type it.)
And the 22nd was a mere 4 days before the Regional finals of the National Super Quiz Bee. I went in there like a man possessed by only one thing: destruction. And the rest is history.
(hint: the music I picked is from http://chunkpicard.ytmnd.com/ <- the Chunk is from the movie "The Goonies".)
Maybe now I'll have some peace of mind after posting this, or perhaps closure. But the wound is deep, and will take a long time to heal, if it will.