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 Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:20 pm
I my self had never been a bad child well not the kind who gets cought that is. I Was a good girl not perfect grades but the kind of girl who understands just about everything. I listened to clasical music such as chopan as a young child but as i grew my music styles changed as did my personality. I was alwas a crazy child who was in my own twisted 'sick in the head' way but as i grew i foudn people liked you less and less if you spoke your mind so i lurned to be quite. But dont we all know the smart quite girl will kill us all? Didnt they know that?
I went from on school to another, not for getting into truble but rather for my lack of intrest in school. The only classes that i belived ever interested me were art when i could easly scare my fellow classmates with my minds own photos of how i could and would kill them and history were i could lurn from the mistakes of others. Were I could relive killings from the past killings that i could see happen befor me and become a part of...... watch the blood spill.... I was trapt in the past and present, what i could do and what i would. I was myself and another unknown person. I was truely broken, Sisterbroken.
My skin was fair and my eyes green, my hair a dark brown that some would call almost black. Every now and then i would find bits of white hairs. Some genetic defect i ahd alwas thought. A though was mearly a thought..... never anythign else in my or the minds of others.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 3:15 pm
Crystal awoke in her room her younger sister long gone to school. the first thing she did was look for her Nightmare befor Christmas shirt then tose on her dark blue jeans. In a quick flash she put on her leather jacket. Cars were driving quickly by her home going to the local highschool, her own highschool the opisit way. She hardly brushed out her wild dark brown hair.
Her accademy of a school was the worst thing she had had to go through yet. The people were for the most part all morrons the group of people she herself hung out with were all male delinqents who sadly had been cought once or twice befor having been sent to the hell she found her self calling more home then the place she lived. She just felt lucky on this day because she wasnt force to wear a unifor T-shirt.... not like she ever wore it any way.
As soon as she was ready to leave she grabed her headphones and black Ipod. Nightmare before christmas playing loud enough to be heard down the street. Most people staired at her as she walked by, nothing new to her some glaces were fearfull others full of hate. keep your friends close and your enimes in tombs she thought as a blond girl of the same age drove by giving her the middle finger as she went. A smile tuched her lips.
As soon as her 'friends' were insight standding out frount of her 'school' right next to the towns goodwill. The main street once the towns highway seperated herself from the days target. She waited as the elderly man crossed the street for her, herself almost being hit by an oncomming car. just another lifeless day she thought as she walked over to 'her boys'.
They were as normal talkking about girls, drugs, partys and destorying some thing. All Of witch interseted her.Girls were hot and if they wernt they were fun to mess with, Drugs not her thing but once more fun to mess with some one on them, Partys were fun and ment people to have 'fun' with and some destory ment it was a good day. The day went by fast, she messed around with the boys remindding them over and over she was a girl and she was single only for one of the groups boys. not that they would ever guss who it was she liked more then the rest. The only class that interested her was History, when the rest of the class lurned about what happoned as she herself felt she was reliving it. Something that had gotten her honers in the class.When she was home she eat then left to go the park nearby, and thought to herself.
Dreams were comming back of a girl who looked shockkingly like her only with gray eyes and snow white hair. With the dreams came voices telling her to go to places do things she wouldn't do merly out of pride. Prehapps that was why people called her crazy? prehaps not. Her 'friends' were her 'gang' if something were to happen to her they would kill and vic versa. As a boy on a bike rode by a smile tuched her lips. "Play time" she said to herself as she went over to the boy. He was cute but small in her eyes. "Want to see something" she said in a playfull voice one she had grown well at using. with a smile her eyes turned into that of a snakes her pupal growwing long and slit like. The boy ran off in a furry.
This was why people feared her, people didnt know her. She was differnt. When she had lived in the country with her family she thought she could turn into animals and run off, birds and fly up into trees. Her parents mearly thought she was good at running off. They knew nothing. She was differnt in more ways then they knew. The voices and dreams they knew about. They tryed to put her on pills to make them 'go away' but nothing left her. The voices mearly went quiter they never left, the 'pills' clouded her mind she couldnt no wouldnt let them do that to her.
After the boy had run away she felt better. The days alwas did when she scared or desterbed someone. She was differnt and she knew it but more imporantly she knew how to use it. Her friends were guys who were ferice and perhapps even scary and she was not overly built bit she was not a delite flower. She had climed trees with them, played sports with them (though that hardly interested her) and had been told that she was part if a gang by meraly hanggin out with them. When they broke bones she got small bruses when were cut and bleedding she only a scratch. They thought it was good luck but she knew it was something more.
And that night she would see just how far she could take it. That night She was going to give in to temtations and listten to the voice. She was going to need to get into jail first... And her favorite way of doing that pick a fight with some one you hate and know WILL rat you out.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 12:51 pm
On this Night I was going aganst my own intersts. The voices or voice sence it was only one with an echo in my mind, had told me to go to jail and wait but first i had to get there. Some thing i was not occstumed too. When the time or want came i was an excelent thef, and i never got cought. So jail was never a worry of mine, but now i was going to go to jail. It was a strange concept.
I saw in my sights a girl from one of my old schools. She was fair and had long blond hair. She was the schools main whore and i felt no one would miss her. Quitely i krept up to her and as i flicked my hand i was slightly surprised to see it change into a claw. The movement seamed so natrual as i jumped upon the unknowning girl. Sadly i had only inteneded to hurt her but now i was atop of a dead body. Shock filled my face as the frozen screams of the girl that never made it out of her mouth were froever frozen in her eyes.
I left the girls lifeless corpse not even bothering to move her or clean up my mess. As i walked mt hand had turned back to hand. But the girls blood filled my nose, It didnt smell sweet like some people i knew but it didnt reek like sulfer a shockking smell to find in ones blood.
Quitely i slipt into the shadows as best i could as another girl found my lifeless victom. She screamed at the top of her lungs and people gathered around her as quickly as they could in a wonder of what the fuss was all about. i waited only for a moment as i begain to walk away from the girl who i had once hated with a passion but now felt nothing for her like a disstant momory. I wasnt thrilled at the kill like the killers in books and movies apper to be but i wasnt full of regrat it was something i like and wouldnt mind doing again but not become a mad man and kill everyone who looked at me the wrong way...... well at lest not yet.
My walk home was more comfortting then usual. Police cars drove by at a surprissing rate no doupt they thought the one body was multiple with all the calls they had recived. When i was home i took a nice shower and cleaned my clothes before the blood could truely stain them. After all i would hate to have my favorite clothes bloodyed and stain to the point were i had to burn them.
My bed was warm and that night i went o bed full in the mind, the voice seamed saddned but overly did not change its opinion. You need to go to jail.... it said as i slept. Visons of dieing many a time, and of a girl with bright red hair that looked almost like fire. Things burrning at her touch, or a boy who could cause the blood of others to poor out of them and of many others all killing all fightting and myself on the ground dieing. Some one yelling. "Broken dont break eye contact with him!!! Dont die broken dont die" As my eyes closed. and i felt i could see what was happonning from a birds eye veiw. Its the mission that was failed...... the voice wispered to me. And you need to go to jail to find your true family
When i woke up i was in a cold sweat. I went out in the dark of the town and got in my mothers car. i drove out to the middle of what seamed like no were, a lake not far from my home town, people were campping along the waters edge despite how grose the water was with it having been so shallow durring the year. Trash littlered the beach as i wlked it, sand under my heels. I was lost in thought trying to compute what i had seen. I was so lost in thought that i didnt notice as a man walked up behind me and grabbed me. I didnt think i just reacted as i grabed him and used his weighet to throw him into the shallow water. He hit his head against the rocks in the shallow lake. "Serves him right" i said as i clamed myself trying to pluge the fear from my body. This was the second time i had unmeanly killed. Not the best thing i had ever done.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:23 pm
As i stared at the dead body i felt nothing but a sence of power as though i was a mater of something. People fear you and thats why you love it, you get more power from power. Power in there fear A darker voice said it was far worse then the one befor not lulling but almost tauntting. Killing is what you do, and you True family will find you if you kill more. Dont you recall? the boy who plays with fire, the girl who can controll your blood and the boy much like your self who can change form JUST like you It cooed in her ear. The Sadow of the voice was lulling like a bloody week injured dear to a pack of wild hungry wolfs after a famen. I could almost taste the power on my toung as the other voice came forcing the shadows around me to crawl not tward but away as though there was a light inside shinning brite She will not fall your your tricks shadow she will join her family like she did befor, She is SisterBroken and she knows it in her soul, Lust will not rule her like it rules your others It said loudly then faided pushed out by a large emense power. Lust rules her as all sins rule all beings but her Sins have granted her power, They have granted YOU power, take it and become what you are ment to truely be take it and become part of a real family It called as the shadows crawled forward tward me.
More images clawed there way into my mind, some dark and vage wall others open and knowning. Images of a white haired girl turnning into wild animals as well as half forms that looked like monsters. "i... I...." I said as images of death and blood climed deep out of the shadows thie same white haired girl laughing all the while, yet she was respected, adored even. Power is in your lust, Your sin will cause you to change! the voice screamed and i felt my body twist and turn, my bones break and bend mendding them selfs into new shapes. Pain seared through my body good and bad. A scream like snaral left the lips of the half mountain lion half human girl. become who you were ment to be the voice said then left.
Tears streamed down my face, i wasnt ashamed of who i was or even what i was but some how i was lost. I didnt know who i was i Was Crystal I was SisterBroken i was Lust and power and fear but over all of it i was saddness. I was sarrow i was loss and I saw the death of the white haired girl again and again, and a voice screamming not to die. "Im sorry" I said my voice not sweet or sharp but sad and lonley. In an insent i was on my knees a normal girl whos clothes had been torn by a form they were not ment to fit. A white streek in my hair only one as a reminder of my life befor. SisterBroken's life.
I walked to a camp near by and took there alcohol. If i was going to jail it wasnt for murder. I downed the drinks, Gold Vodka and it tased horible but as i got in the car i knew it would act quick. I drove to were i knew the police would be and hit the gas when i saw the bright blue and red lights behind me. They fallowed and soon i was pulled over. Being a minor i was above the limit of .001% in fact i hit the lovely .13% in my system and the officer took me in egnorring my comments such as" You stupid Popo" or the rediculas "If i spring for a box of donutes and a large Coffee will you let me go?".
I stayed in jail that night and i wouldnt see the morrning through the cell, for the wall of my cell was soon blasted open from the back side as a small bat climed on my shoulder ant told me to get down something i thought was just the drinks in my system. Latter i found that i was my family who saved me and took me in. I was SisterBroken and i had been gone for a verry long time. Something i would regreat and be thankfull for. I had lived history and i would pave ways for the future. I was sisterbroken and i wouldnt do it alone. I would be a monster and i would die again and again but i would be found and i would be safe, With my TRUE family.
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