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Break Me Bit By Bit
I can't believe it's only two.
The sun's blazing and I think I'm stupid for wearing what I am- light blue skinny jeans that bunch
up around my ankles and my knees. A black short sleeved V neck with spaced out, thin white
A black belt to hold my jeans up and a white studded belt that falls off my hips.
The shirt's a bit small and hugs my figure. It keeps riding up my pale stomach, giving ogling eyes a
flash of hipbone.
When I sit down, the back of my shirt crinkles up my back and I assume that my pale skin is
sparkling in the sun.
My black and white Fallen shoes sink into the dirty sand.
My black hair is flat today, so beautiful spread against my striking white face.
A girl sits down next to me and starts talking at me like we've known each other our whole lives.
Some people may find this endearing, maybe comforting, but I want to slice her throat open and tear
her vocal chords out.
I look past my aviators, into her face and notice that she resembles a horse.
She takes a deep breath and smiles, her big, white teeth over biting her lip.
I nod and look at her hand which she holds out for me to shake.
I don't and instead look back at the fire.
I don't understand why I don't just move away. Away from the flames, I think as I wipe the sweat
from my brow.
Away from this girl, I think as I stare at her thin, chapped lips moving as she talks a million
words a minute.
She's telling me about her family like I fucking care.
Just keeps rambling on and on.
I turn to her and she's still going.
“And my cat, Moses, he died last year but I still-”
She closes her mouth and clasps her hands in her lap.
I want to slap that innocent, ugly smile off her face.
I tug my aviators off my face and the bright sun blinds me for a second.
My jade eyes find her dull brown ones.
She opens her mouth to speak again, but I cut her off and say, “Go away.”
Two words. Two words are strong enough to make my wish come true.
Her jaw drops open and she stands up. Looking at me as she walks away.
I watch her and when she's out of eye short, I throw my glasses back on.
I realized that this is the first day in a long time that I haven't had sex.
And I'm so used to it that it's weird not having it.
Just. . . who do I get It from?
I look up across the flames and Brendon's just. . . staring at me.
His pale cheeks turn a soft pink and he looks away and towards a boy who's talking at him.
Maybe I can get with him, before it gets dark.
I'm about to go walk up to him, to seduce him.
But fucking Haylie comes running up to me, eyes streaming tears, her cell phone in hand.
I stand up and just as quickly wrap my arms around her shoulders.
I pull her head to my chest and shh in her ear.
I pet her hair and brush it behind her ear.
Minutes later, her breathing slows. Her sobs change to soft cried and her arms loosen their grip
around my waist.
I look up and people are just staring at us.
Some stare directly at me with admiring eyes, like they wish I was their friend so I could comfort
Other stare directly at Haylie with worried eyes like she may be hurt, she may need assistance.
I help her to her feet and help her walk past the groups of college students.
We get to her car and I let her lean against it, her eyes frantic.
“Do you want to stay here for a bit or go home?”
She shakes her head violently.
“I wanna go home. I needa find Frankie.”
I nod and tell her I'll be right back.
I grab her keys and walk back to the fire pit.
Somebody throws an empty chip bag into the flames and I watch it shrivel up and turn to black, then
I push my aviators back onto my face and brush past the people who ask if Haylie's okay.
I stand unsteadily on the log bench and jingle the keys.
When only a few kids are quiet, I shout, “Shut the hell up!”
“Whoever wants to go home now, pile in Haylie's mini. That's one less car to take you all
home, so if you get stuck here, you're fucked.”
Everybody stares at me, some seen scared, some seem intrigued.
I sigh and say, “If you're leaving with us now, raise your hand.”
And a few people so. I don't care who comes anyway. I just want to get home before the sun goes
A girl I think I remember as Carolyn was one with a hand raised.
I jump from the bench and look her in the eye.
She looks worried when I ask.
I toss her the keys and she fumbles with them before clutching them in her hands.
I walk back to the van and open the passenger side door before helping Haylie.
I climb into the very back of the van and shut the door.
Carolyn packs her shit in next to me, just a bag filled with stuff. Then she climbs into the drivers
seat and starts the car.
She starts talking to Haylie and I almost feel bad that I killed Frankie.
But she tasted so good that it was worth it.
The fake tan bitch climbs into the back seat, her big bag on her lap.
She still looks pissed, probably from her boyfriend throwing her in the water.
A few more girls climb in, Aayame, Ash, this chick Courtney.
Then a few more people pile in and soon the van is full.
Some people packed their bags and towels in here so I make myself a little couch of fluffy towels.
The back of the van opens and I think it's somebody here to throw their shit down next to me, that I
can add to my collection.
Instead, I'm greeted with dark dark brown hair, black frames, skinny jeans and pale skin.
He moves his way into the cramped trunk space to sit down next to me, legs feld Indian style like
I was gonna stop at “Frankie's missing”, but for some reason drug it on.
I completely agree one hundred percent with you guys.
The new authors- if they even deserve the title- aren't at all good.
Their stories sound like exactly what they are- eleven year old teeny boppers.
I can proudly say that I've been a huge fan of the boys since '03. Now that they're big, there's
so many younger girls to the team.
Like, I'm young as hell, only nearly sixteen, but it doesn't reflect in my writing, I don't
I'm gonna pinpoint, be a little bitch right now and name a few names of story spammers, because,
well, I don't think they read my stories anyway.
RhiannonPyrros. HaleyMarieHaner. AvengedExpectations.
I sound like such a prick. But fuck it, I'm never gonna meet these people.
Imma be a huge critic, though I have no room so speak and say that, you three are
I'm sorry. People may lose respect for me as a fellow writer. But those three alone give Avenged
a terrible image.
I'll jump off my high horse now and stop ranting because my work isn't amazing, either.
ANYWAYS. Sorry that AN was soooo long.
Imma have a one shot based off a song that I've been wanting to write for a while. So I hope
y'all will check that out if you're not angry at me for pinpointing.
Shadzlove6661(Glad I could make you smile with that :D)- Haylie Jaed(I have no idea how it will
end either haha)- Frankie Cooper(You're a freak and I love it!)- CutieMcVengeance- Courtney(I think
you should atleast try. If it's not good, it's not good but it could be!)
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