Post by moonlitkit on May 29, 2010 21:26:55 GMT -5
((WARNING - This has some slightly bad language. Not good for kiddies ;3))
I've done some things I'm not proud of. Everyone has and whoever denies it is a fool. However, I never thought one of my mistakes would send someone into a place like this.
I was agitated as it was that day. Jemima came over pestering me to play with her and I snapped.
"Will you please shut up? I don't want to play! This is why no one likes you, Jem!"
Yeah, I was harsh. *bleep*, I wasn't harsh, I was violent and heartless. Even so, I was relieved when she ran away, even if she was crying.
The next day, Victoria came up to me. I was hanging out with the other toms, I looked up. She had her war face on, I gulped. An angry Victoria is not pleasant and frankly petrifies me. She pulled back her hand and slapped me hard,
"You heartless prick, Misto." She spat, "Why did you say that to Jemima?"
I rubbed my cheek, that queen could really pack a punch, "What do you mean?"
"Yesterday, you yelled that no body liked her!" she practically shrieked.
"I was agitated and she wouldn't leave me alone, okay?" I said, defensively massaging my sore cheek.
"She likes you, retard!" Victoria retorted. I blinked,
"What?" I said in disbelief and completely awe struck. Victoria thumped me across the head,
"Isn't it obvious?!" she shouted exasperatedly.
I shook my head, "B-but, she can't! I-I mean she's far too..."
I didn't finish my sentence. Jemima appeared as if by thin air to the side of Victoria, "Too what, Misto?" she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.
Shit, I was in trouble. "Jemi, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry I just-" she blinked and averted her eyes. Victoria put her arm around her proctectively. Jemima and Victoria were step sisters, both daughters of Macavity, but it didn't show through their personalities. The only trace was their appearance, Victoria had the exact same striking blue eyes as him and Jemima had her red patterns. Victoria looked at me now with a look of sheer disgust, I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by a sickly shrill voice echoing through the junkyard.
"Mist-ooooo!" At my side, appeared Cassandra. She kissed my cheek,
"Let's go practice," she said and pulled me away. I looked back only to see a tear flow down Jemima's cheek.
It's been two weeks. I feel guilt ridden, I haven't seen Jemima since that day. I've attempted going to her house but her parents said she was having a 'teenager moment.' I sit on the car, looking at nothing in particular and just thinking... About her.
I try not to, it's killing me, seeing her face constantly in my thoughts. My mind used to be a sacred place where I could just... be me. Now all I see is her.
Snapping me out of my thoughts is Victoria, her face isn't angry this time though, it's full of panic. She pulls me from the car, unable to say anything, and drags me to the center. There is a crowd all looking at something in the sky. I look up an my own eyes widen. Oh god no, they're not looking at something in the sky. They're looking at Jemima, standing on the highest mound of junk in the junkyard. I run, I know a short cut. I cut through piles and mountains of junk and then up to Jemima. The wind is sharper up here, beating against my fur.
Jemima stands at the end, sobbing. Though it is sorrowfull to see her cry, I can't help but realise how beautifully the sun reflects off her face. I take a step forward,
"Jemima, don't do this," I say, my voice desperate. She looks at me with her tear filled hazel eyes.
"Why?" she says through sobs, "No one likes me, do they Misto?"
I shake my head, god I regret those words now.
"I was a dick head Jemi, please don't." She shakes her head,
"Don't lie to me..." she whispers.
"I'm not lying! Please Jemi, I-I love you."
Her eyes widen, I take another step forward. Silence.
*bleep* it, I run to her and pull her into an embrace, she doesn't say anything. Our blissfull silence is broken by the earth wavering beneath us. The junk mound collapses.
I've done some things I'm not proud of, *bleep*, I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. But in my last moment of life, I did something I am proud of. I sheltered Jemima, held onto her tightly and took all the impact of the fall. Now, I watch her from heaven.
Yeah, that was the proudest moment of my life.
I've done some things I'm not proud of. Everyone has and whoever denies it is a fool. However, I never thought one of my mistakes would send someone into a place like this.
I was agitated as it was that day. Jemima came over pestering me to play with her and I snapped.
"Will you please shut up? I don't want to play! This is why no one likes you, Jem!"
Yeah, I was harsh. *bleep*, I wasn't harsh, I was violent and heartless. Even so, I was relieved when she ran away, even if she was crying.
The next day, Victoria came up to me. I was hanging out with the other toms, I looked up. She had her war face on, I gulped. An angry Victoria is not pleasant and frankly petrifies me. She pulled back her hand and slapped me hard,
"You heartless prick, Misto." She spat, "Why did you say that to Jemima?"
I rubbed my cheek, that queen could really pack a punch, "What do you mean?"
"Yesterday, you yelled that no body liked her!" she practically shrieked.
"I was agitated and she wouldn't leave me alone, okay?" I said, defensively massaging my sore cheek.
"She likes you, retard!" Victoria retorted. I blinked,
"What?" I said in disbelief and completely awe struck. Victoria thumped me across the head,
"Isn't it obvious?!" she shouted exasperatedly.
I shook my head, "B-but, she can't! I-I mean she's far too..."
I didn't finish my sentence. Jemima appeared as if by thin air to the side of Victoria, "Too what, Misto?" she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.
Shit, I was in trouble. "Jemi, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry I just-" she blinked and averted her eyes. Victoria put her arm around her proctectively. Jemima and Victoria were step sisters, both daughters of Macavity, but it didn't show through their personalities. The only trace was their appearance, Victoria had the exact same striking blue eyes as him and Jemima had her red patterns. Victoria looked at me now with a look of sheer disgust, I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by a sickly shrill voice echoing through the junkyard.
"Mist-ooooo!" At my side, appeared Cassandra. She kissed my cheek,
"Let's go practice," she said and pulled me away. I looked back only to see a tear flow down Jemima's cheek.
It's been two weeks. I feel guilt ridden, I haven't seen Jemima since that day. I've attempted going to her house but her parents said she was having a 'teenager moment.' I sit on the car, looking at nothing in particular and just thinking... About her.
I try not to, it's killing me, seeing her face constantly in my thoughts. My mind used to be a sacred place where I could just... be me. Now all I see is her.
Snapping me out of my thoughts is Victoria, her face isn't angry this time though, it's full of panic. She pulls me from the car, unable to say anything, and drags me to the center. There is a crowd all looking at something in the sky. I look up an my own eyes widen. Oh god no, they're not looking at something in the sky. They're looking at Jemima, standing on the highest mound of junk in the junkyard. I run, I know a short cut. I cut through piles and mountains of junk and then up to Jemima. The wind is sharper up here, beating against my fur.
Jemima stands at the end, sobbing. Though it is sorrowfull to see her cry, I can't help but realise how beautifully the sun reflects off her face. I take a step forward,
"Jemima, don't do this," I say, my voice desperate. She looks at me with her tear filled hazel eyes.
"Why?" she says through sobs, "No one likes me, do they Misto?"
I shake my head, god I regret those words now.
"I was a dick head Jemi, please don't." She shakes her head,
"Don't lie to me..." she whispers.
"I'm not lying! Please Jemi, I-I love you."
Her eyes widen, I take another step forward. Silence.
*bleep* it, I run to her and pull her into an embrace, she doesn't say anything. Our blissfull silence is broken by the earth wavering beneath us. The junk mound collapses.
I've done some things I'm not proud of, *bleep*, I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. But in my last moment of life, I did something I am proud of. I sheltered Jemima, held onto her tightly and took all the impact of the fall. Now, I watch her from heaven.
Yeah, that was the proudest moment of my life.
XD
