-I-
I turned. There she was again. It’s that damn little girl. She stocks me, haunts me, tries to kill me. So far I’ve evaded all of her attacks, I’m not really happy. No, actually I’m quiet calm. I’m half thinking what’s wrong with me? However, I can’t seem to bring myself to care. I die I die, I live I live, right? Crazy way of thinking I know, but for this girl… There’s no hiding, there are no allies, no savors, it’s just a girl with a grudge and me, the no body with red stained hands.
Somehow, I talked myself in running. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m calmly walking away, and she just stands there watching me with those beady, lifeless eyes. I still couldn’t bring myself to care.
-II-
Somehow, running away lead me to a pirate ship. Odd, I didn’t think there were pirates still. I just shrugged and calmly walked up to the captain. In the time span of a week I’ve become like a brother to the captain, which is odd because I’m a girl. I guess the seas made Captain a little… coo-coo. I don’t mind though. It keeps the nasty… things… from touching me were I don’t need to be touched.
Being a pirate isn’t half bad. Its fun sometimes and I get to do what I do best. I’m more of the calm one around here. While every one rushes in to fight, I stay back and strategize. I swear Pirates are idiots.
I wander briefly what happened to the little girl dressed in that white- what was it, 1980’s?- dress? I can’t seem to stop wandering what happen to her. Every day and night I wander, calmly of coarse, what had happen to her? Surely, she hasn’t given up on trying to kill me?
Oh, looks like she found me. She looks angry, wonder why. I mentally shrug turning away from her. I’m running again.
-III-
I’m at a fancy party, now. I’m dressed in a beautiful… uh, suit? Huh, you think I would be wearing a dress like all the other girls. Hm, interesting turn of events; going from a poor pirate to a very rich aristocrat in about a week or so. Man, I’m good.
I’m talking to this rich guy. Telling him how great he was and how great this party was, basically I was, uh, being a kiss up. That’s how noble people worked. They lie, throw parties like this one, pretend to love what you love, stab you in the back, and throw parties. Did I mention they throw parties? It’s like a never ending, very predictable cycle.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see that girl again. The top half of her mid-back, wavy blond hair was held by a white bow, her dress the same. She did have shoes on this time. They were a beautiful white tap shoe like dress shoes for little seven year olds. Hm, nothing's really changed about her. Nothing big anyway; I mean, she always looked like she had just gotten out of church.
I noticed the glittering silver object in left hand. Seems she visited the kitchen on the way in. Time to run again.
“Excuse me,” I politely told the guy I was sucking up to, “I must go before I become a victim of my victim.” He look at me, his ugly, greedy brown eye’s held confusion. Of course he didn’t know what I meant he was stupid and only wanted more praise for his way to bright, way to clean mansion.
For some reason, I went to the bathroom. A bathroom? What the hell could help me here? Seriously, a bathroom? Whatever, I turned to lock the door when I noticed it was being pushed open by my favorite, oh so dedicated, little stocker.
Now, I thought of trying to push the door close on her, and I did for about a minute. I stepped back just in time to avoid the freaking kitchen knife she had trusted at me. Now I thought of running and I was prepared to, but at last moment I changed my mind. I threw myself onto the still outstretched knife in front of me. I could feel the whole inch and a half blade sliding all the way threw my middle. It tore my skin apart, forcing it’s way into my body. Gods, the pain. It was unbearable. I hurt; I hurt so very bad, I hurt so much my vision throbbed. Somehow, I found myself falling, I felt myself dieing, I felt the trickle- okay, the rush of my blood spilling its self around the knife, and when I hit the floor, I felt the knife digging further into my middle. Yet, threw out this whole encounter, I was calm as could be. I didn’t once feel my heart beat go over normal or even try to break out of my chest.
I just thought how fair it was for her to kill me. After all, I did kill her.
