Enter Diana
I wake up and slowly walk to my closet, ignoring the angry mumbles coming from the room next to mine and heavy footsteps pounding in the floor as my father walked downstairs. I throw in a simple dark red long sleeve, black ripped jeans, and black converse. I finish tying my shoes and grab the black van book bag covered in band pins leaning against the bed frame as if it were waiting for me. I slip it on and walk downstairs silently.
" where are you going brat?"
I sigh and suddenly find the dirty wooden floor
" School Mathew. It's a Wensday."
My father grumbled and went into the fridge to grab a beer. I leave the house, closing the door, and start walking to school. I soon made it to the large high school and walk to my classroom. I sit in my desk and get out a pencil and a leather bound journal. I flipped to an empty page, and start d to draw swiftly with light brushes before the finishing product. I allowed my thoughts to wander, as I drew the lines.
"-Diana Takashi, "
I look up
" here."
The teacher nodded and I looked down at my page, and saw a pocket watch with leaves around it. I wrote above and under in with fancy lettering, tick tock, goes the clock. The clock that waits for no man to rise or fall. (Looks like cover) the bell rang and I stood, gathering my things and walking out of class. After a few hours of tourture, I finally made it out of school, learning absolutely nothing. I enter my house and hear loud laughing and shouting. Mathew brought his stupid friends. I walk to my room, drop off my stuff and walk to the kitchen.
" Oi maid! Get us more beers!"
I sigh and open the fridge, grabbing the pack of beers. I walk to the living room, put down the pack on the table and walk towards my small room. I felt hands grip my wrist tightly
" hey pretty girl."
Said a gruff voice, his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. I struggle
" please let go of me."
He opened the door, pushed me in, and closed the door behind him. He towered over me, pushing me to the bed. He smirked uglyly and started to unbutton my jeans. I grab my pocket knife, and stab him... Multiple times in the chest. My hands and blade covered in blood, and I realized that I was a murder. I sigh
" better kill the rest of 'em huh?"
I pack a large bag of most of my things and stuff in the bathroom, button my jeans, and walk to the kitchen, grabbing the gasoline and matches and a few... Other things. The others were a sleep, good. I walk out of the house, pouting gasoline everywhere. I light a few matches, and throw them into the gas. I didn't run away fast enough, and my forearm and ankle got burnt. I grunt and run out to the dark forest, never looking back.
This is what I am now, and I can never look back. The clock has stopped for their lives, and time doesn't bend, break, or wait for any man or woman, or child.
