Tears were streaming down my face falling to the ground in big salty puddles.
I messed up badly and thats why currently there are killer G-17 robots chasing after me I
Hearing the killer robots coming closer
I ran like the wind far away
From a life I cant ever get away from
I run from the bombs that tremble the ground like a earthquake when they explode
I run from alley to to the street and back into another dark alley desperately trying not to throw up at the stench of puke,pee as well as feces on the ground and only god knows what else.
The world has really gone mad it was hells fire out here and I cant help to think again that this is all my fault
I continued running 𝑑𝑜𝑑𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 broken down cars set aflame, trash bins lying in the road ,piles of trash and glass scattered the ground,the grass was no longer a luscious green rather a dull crispy brown,explosions and the crys of mothers and children followed. Soon i was begining to run short of breath but ignored the pain in my lungs and limbs and pushed on.
I was the worlds last hope also because I didn’t particularly enjoy being blown up and I didn’t want to get killed. The pain in my body began to grow it felt as if there were something lodged in my throat and I couldn’t breath my legs felt as if they were in fire my body simply couldn’t run anymore so I slowed down I stood up straight bringing my arms above my head like my PE teacher taught me. I walked slowly catching my breath entering the dark alley .
I hear the sounds of terror and the screams of children I heard the cry’s of mothers and their children, loud honking horns enough to deaf a person
cars crashing into each othet the G-16 robots collecting rich and valuable belongings and or blowing up houses, bombs exploding in the distance
How did we get here where did we fail. All of this because of my selfishnes and pettynes because of my need to be in charge and wanting to rule all of this is my fault.. all my fault everything is my fault
I continue walking slowly my destination being mainly dark alleys
No longer hearing the robots
I quickly spot a beaten up spray-painted trash can and quickly and quietly as I can run to sit behind it. I couldn’t breath now and it was for a different reason I was filled with guilt and hurt and sorrow as well as loss and for the first time in 8 years I let my emotions get the best of me and cry. I feel the wet tears streaming down my face wet,cold and salty. I cry because I’ve been cold rude and selfish I cry because the people I loved and care about are no longer with me but mostly I cry for me because all the pain I have bottled up scared to show my real emotions scared to trust I felt defeated and deflated there’s nothing left for me to do all I can do is keep trying but is that even enough maybe the world was better off if I was gone.
I should be gone
No one needs me
All I am is trouble
I slowly take the Ghirka kukri Knife out of the inside of my designer jacket and open the sheath to reveal the blade, I then rest the blade on my neck pushing it in ignoring the pain i began to feel woozy I firmly continue to press it against my neck i feel the droplets of blood scatter down my chin and onto the ground as well as on my jacket. I pause....
Is this where i want to end
Is this the right thing to do me being a coward what the hell am I doing I don’t want to die not yet anyway. I quickly wipe the blood from my neck but it’s like there is a never ending stream.I rip a peice of desghiner fabric off of my shirt and tie it around my neck hoping to lessen the blood loss.I glance around not hearing or seeing any robots i the glance at the ground seeing a puddle of water. I bend down my knees touching the hard concrete and look at my face in the reflection. Four simple words
I Looked A Mess
My chocolate brown hair was frizzy and needed to be combed, my eyes were red and wet with my tears, i had bruises along my chin
I hated myself
I slapped my hand through the mirky water trying and succeding at making my reflection disorted
I glance around again slowly and steadily stand on my feet
I need to stay alive for the people that can’t fight for themselves I really am a selfish bitch. I quickly sheath my knife then throw it across the dark alley it clanks loudly against something metal, I rest my hands on my knees and put my head down hidden in the dark corner of a disgusting trash can. I take a deep breath of the stinky toxic trash filled air.
I sniffled and wiped the back of my hands on my bloody dirt ruined MEDUSA RENAISSANCE PRINT SILK BLAZER this costs a lot of money
crying wasnt going to get me anywhere I began wiping my hands on my dirty black pants then slowly began to stand I steadied myself up straight and turned
RRR RRRR BEEEEP
ugh the robots were getting closer they heard the clank of my knife obviously
I began running again staying hidden in the dark not like that would help they have night vision
I stopped I had something they wanted I was tired of running literally for my life I was tired of being scared so I did something really dumb I held the 2-16 up high in the air and screamed “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT”I was met with silence for a few seconds that’s when I felt it
The sickening in my stomach the horrible headache in my head I dropped to my knees in such torturous agony it was the tracker the government put in me. I almost fell to the ground but then realized this is what they want me to fall they want me to fail or shall i say he wants me to fail and be dead
Ignoring the brutal pain I slowly steadied myself I looked ahead but couldn’t see anything the pain in my head causing me to go blind. AHHHHHH I screamed in excruciating pain. I fell to my kmees and staggered back up I continued holding the 2-16 higher in the air. I was getting dizzy I felt coldness enter my lungs my eyes blurring it felt as if rocks and stones were slowly suffocating me my arms dropped lower with the feeling that there were metal bars on them. Then the air shifted it changed somehow. I felt the pain slowly drift from my body and I sighed in welcoming relief
But.Something. Wasnt. Right.
I slowly walked backwards it was too quiet no crying infants or screaming moms in pain after losing their child to the versatile virus, no bombs or explosians i took a huge breath calming myself. Whoosh! whoosh! I heard a loud humming sound sound
soon after a huge aircraft apeared a bright blue light shone brighter than the sun I could barley see it but it was huge. Just then a big whirl of wind knocked me down causing me to land hard on my left leg also causing the 2-16 to knock out of my hand and flew across whatever the hell I was in to the ground hidden nearby. I had an idea to where I was but wasn’t sure I was.....
My thoughts are cut off when i hear the voice of someone i despise most“well well well you were the last i expected to survive but hey pickers cant be choosers“ I slowly wobbled but began to stand upright the pain in my leg causing me to limp “shit it hurts like hell” I whispered. I looked up timidly and saw The Big Bad stupidly handsome Boss he was about to say something but I rushed to it first “What a pleasure this is of you to come help me in my time of need” I paused but before he could talk I quickly interjected “oh I know what your here for not to help me but to kill me was it” I say sarcastically bringing my fingers to my chin
He spoke lightly but with sternness in his voice you didn’t want to mess with “ You know all of this could have been avoided It didn’t have to come to this. Just hand me the 2-16 and I will leave and might spare your life”
Ha I wasn’t stupid he would kill me the first chance he gets I know too much not that it matters I was gonna die anyway. It was inevitable. Apparently he didn’t see the 2-16 fling out of my hand he still thinks I have it. Hmm i thought I could use that to my advantage. I slowly walked towards him and seductively put my hand on his chest he looked alarmed and surprised but he didn’t move. Ha old me is coming back.
I cupped my hands on his disgustingly handsome face leaned close to his ear “ I don’t have it babe” I purred he then growled loudly and shoved me back flying landing on my left leg again dang Why can’t I get any luck.
Tears enter my eyes at the pain
I look at the sky “Why god” I whisper to the sky “why am I always getting hurt why was I chosen for this terrible life i know I did drugs a few times and slept around but I’m only a little kid” I cried
“What are you doing” the evil fucking turtle said
“Praying” I said nonchalantly
“Oh ok” was his reply
He stepped closer to me I crawled back on my hands and legs, standing was too hard. I saw the gleam of the small metal shield of the 2-16 out of the corner of my eye. What I also saw was him moving closer “w what are you doing” I trembled
He stopped a close centimeter away from me “Give me the 2-16 by tomorrow at dawn because I know you have it princes or someone you love will die” he harshly whispered. He stood up pressed a button on his complicated phone thingy I once tried to steal and didn’t get it not my proudest moment and played a short video of someone
A young girl it seemed I looked closely and realized it Was someone I loved very much
“No” I whispered
Unconscious tied up and with blood everywhere she was practically dipped in blood I could see barley see her beautiful dark skin. Blood was dripping down her chin it was bruised deeply with cuts and little scratches around her collarbone, scars and jagged bumps scattered her legs all so bruised her stomach scarred I crawled closer my left leg still to hurt to walk I spotted closer on my right leg till I reached the morage like screen and what I saw made my heart drop what I thought was scarring was much deeper because it wasn’t a scarring it was a branding i slowly made out what it said her blood making dripping onto her thighs and arms making me sick
TODO ES TU CULPA
My heart dropped it felt as if thousands of stones were piling into my lungs making it hard to breath I gasped but her words were true it is all my fault
I tried to stand no one does this to someone I care about
“Her words not mine” came the evil laugh of the person I hated most in the world and honestly I kinda forgot he was here.
I lunged at him with all my might and screamed “let her go it’s not her fault it’s not it’s mine it’s all mine”
“Sweetie I know it’s your fault and you have something I want so your going to cooperate like the good little pet you are and give me the 2-16” he growled I stood up limping badly wincing at the pain and lunged for his neck but he dodged my weak attack and pushed me then gave me a hard slap in the face. He then walked away into the darkness. The air shifted again I fell down onto the floor in agony and pain physical emotional how could I let this happen the sound of the screams and cry’s of mothers and children and bombs were back
He was obviously serious about his threat
I felt lightheaded and exhausted but I needed to say alive for her. Everything all of this was for her
All for her
All for her
All for her