SkitzoSkittles

Prologue – My Brother My brother was always my protector, my rock. He always had my side and I never thought I could live with out him. When we were kids I was such a brat, and he was always a gentle child. I ended up doing a bunch of crazy things to get the attention of our grandparents, which lead to me getting scolded for hours for not thinking about my actions. But, my brother always understood why I did those things; and he held my hand through all of it. But there comes a point, in every little sister's life, where she realizes that her older brother isn't her knight in shining armor. That he cannot and will not always be there fo

August 29th    “I am telling you Hitler was a Jashinist. I just know it.”    “I doubt Hitler was apart of your obscure religion.”    Turns out, the kid from the last chapter was not a freshmen, but a transfer student. A transfer student that is in my History class, and Lunch, and Science class. Yay.     “Hidan, please just shut up and do your work. I’m only your partner on this stupid thing because no one else wanted to work with you and I’d rather not fail. Thanks.” That would be Sasori speaking. The kid who is just emo enough to have the dark sensitive side girls like, and just cool enoug

    Having grown up with the guys, I have learned a lot about them. They really are just a bunch of misunderstood weirdos on the run. Yeah, they have all committed some sort of crime, and yeah, they can be total douche bags sometimes, but I love um’.    There are some whom I was friends with right from the start, who had my side from the very beginning, and others whom, up until that final day of senior year I probably would have  killed to avoid at all costs, but life has a way of bringing people together. Even if it is in the most strange of circumstances. ~ August 26th     It is the first day of the end. My ‘way too sexy to

Girls go to bathrooms in packs to protect themselves from porcelain dreams, Wear makeup to disguise senility, Blush pink cheeks to cover the shadow that contours salient angles, Black Vaseline globs frame dry eyeballs. We hide. Even the fastest gazelle can be outrun. I walk alone to the bathroom. High heel clacking muffled by deteriorating carpet I pull up my dress, it falls back down mockingly, My ankles burn, irritated skin melting away at the friction. The door is heavy as I pull it toward me, Grand reflections of myself speak in different voices, They greet me with a glance, otherwise ignoring my presence. I select a stall under the mo

His eyes wander, Not locking, Nothing registering, He walks onto the dance floor, Loud music camouflages itself behind the screaming teenagers, All movements a blur, A red flash catches his eyes, Heart-shaped glasses sit on a girls face Whispering for the naive boy to come and talk to her, Nothing else is there Just him, her, and those glasses, Whispering and Seducing. It would seem he is approaching her now But it was really just those glasses She notices him, the strange boy, and tilts her head The dark obscures his face But it is close He touches her Getting closer to those glasses Perverse thoughts She shivers He does not take not

He is like the moon Absorbing the sunlight The master of the night, Taking the efforts of others for his own Their powers his to hone. Attracted to this bright knight, I kissed his whiskey lip, A cigarette stained bite, The Macabre taste, the most delicious taste I have ever known. But such a sin comes with a price There is an amount of truth in that cliche, One should never partake in such a vice If they aren’t aware of the price to pay. So when you see your lover carried away in a pile of whites, Know it was you who held the sword that slay.

What happened to forever? I still have a jar, heart shaped, labeled “road trip”, But forever crashed before we even got into the car. The smell of burnt rubber still haunts me. The odor scrapes the inside of my nose at the mention of your name, Snorting steel shards leaving blood dripping down my face. The roll on perfume you used, cherry patterned, cylinder callused, now just collateral damage. No amount of mint toothpaste can take that taste of blue raspberry kisses from my mouth, your favorite flavor. I taste in blue now. If it ain’t blue it wasn’t for you but now it’s all I’ve got, I never even liked

I am his canvas. At first I am blank, completely faint behind his hand, The handsome Artist with darkness in his eyes, he is the one who makes me beautiful. His art my burden to hold. He entices me to him with a snarl in his voice, Ensnaring me with his demeaning words, words that form behind sadistic smiles, I smile back. My pleasure holds no purpose, my smile wasted in vain, But to see his pleasure, his smile, is enough to send fire works exploding in my chest Pain explodes in my stomach as he takes the first punch with his paint brush. Leaving black and blue splatters "please keep making me beautiful!", My wishes kept internalized but he

Stroke with those clammy hands, A sweaty touch to absorb the heat from her body, A shiver- A groan- An unexplainable discomfort. The dirt under those fingernails from a hard days work. The girl under that body, A relief from life's unavoidable nuisances. All that ripened vexation, Pulsing, breathing, awakened. What was once just a gentle displacement of lust A peccadillo, Now thrusts within her body and into her brain, Engraving the pink mush Innocent juices being excreted at each scratch, leaving a black poison, Perversion. Running thick through each artery, Into each vein, possessing each organ, Tugging. There is an unfamiliar compulsion

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