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02/09/06, 07:14 AM
This is the life of Mandy Hills
By: Oshian Bloom
Chapter 1
Know one under stands me, know one cares! That’s all my brother says to me. But that was before. That was when he was still here. But now he is gone. He died about 3 months ago yesterday, and all I can reamber is the last words I said to him “fuck of and die.” We always played around like that. It was a love hate relation ship. But now none of it matters.
The dumb ass just had to do it. He had to drive after that night. He knew what was going to happen. He told me the night before, that they had fought and he was pissed. He told me that he was going to go out and try to get her off his mind. But he saw her at the mall, and when I say her I mean “Katy” that bitch, she cheated on my brother. MY BROTHER. Who the fuck was she. Well when he saw that bitch and her new *** he flipped. And when he is pissed he drinks, a lot! Well you can guess what happened next.
Mandy slammed down her journal and felt the blood rush to her head. It seemed that this happened to her more and more now days. She walked in to the bath room, grabbed the scissors and did what she had to do.
She looked up fast and saw her mom standing there. She tried to cover up the long stream of blood, scabs and scars. But now it was two late. What she had kept a secret for so long now was out in the open. She could do nothing now. She looked back down and started to cry. Her mom walked away. All Mandy could think is maybe she didn’t see them. But soon enough she would see that what she was thinking was wrong. She put the scissors away and stood up fast. Her mom called her in to the kitchen. Mandy’s stomach dropped. O-shit she whispered to her self. Her mom pulled out a chair out of her new kitchen table.
“What did you do to your self?” my mother asked as if she had known clue who the hell I was.
“w..well” she started to say but there was a knock at the door.
“Get your stuff”
“Where the fuck am I going”
“Just get the hell up there and get it all to gather” she pushed.
“Bitch” Mandy whispered.
Mandy ran up stars and fell. She started to cry hysterically. She tried to stand up but she couldn’t. When she finely got enough strength she stood up and walked in to her room. She put all her stuff in her back pack. Grabbed her journal, walked in to the bath room, got her tooth brush, make up, brush, and her scissors.
When she went back down stares she saw a man in all white. She started to cry and yell. The man told her it was going to be ok and took out some hand cuffs. All she could think is that after all those years of cutting, and her mom not out nothing would happen. She sat down looked at her mom, put her head in her arms and started to whisper I hate you again and again. She wanted to tell her mom exactly what she was feeling and what she was thinking. She just couldn’t, not now. Not after what her mom did to her. This had nothing to do with them! Mandy hated how this always happened. Every time her mom new some thing she would fuck it up. But now it won’t be like that. Mandy wanted to fix it. She would fix it. Her mom didn’t have to know, she didn’t have to know any thing ever. She wouldn’t tell her mom any thing ever again.
The man in the white outfit told her to come with him and Mandy kicked him
“Mandy” her mother yelled
“What”
“Don’t you ever do that again?”
“I will do what I want, it’s not like you care.” She yelled.
“Yes I do”
“You don’t love me. Bitch”
Next thing she new she was in a room with blank walls.
Chapter 2
She stood up and took a look around. On one wall there was a looking glass. Mandy’s mom never called any thing what they really where. She made it like a fairy tale. It was like a game. A stupid game, one that kids think are fun when they are 10 and when they turn 15 there parents still play it.
She walked over to it and stared at her self. Mandy is a pretty girl who has no self confidence. She has short black hair that with routs and tips that are purple. She has got a toung parings and eye brow. Her long legs held slightly baggie blue pants that covered her size 6 converse. Her fishnets where faded. And her jelly bracelets covered her cuts nicely.
She was decussated in her self because she felt she was fat and to tall. But so many people looked up to Mandy at school. She just was to shy to notice it. When she finishes putting her hair in two messy buns that laid on the top of her head, she walked over to her bed. The bed was not commutable but it had the whitest sheets and pillow cases she had ever seen.
I wonder why every this is always so white. She asked her self. She insanely answered back, Maybe because they want to know if you had sex with another person. Hold on was there any boys hear? If there isn’t its ok I like girls two. Am I all buy my self? What if I die…will any one know? This lovely conversation went on for a long time but it did not last long. As usual all good things end fast in Mandy’s life.
A short big chested, blond haired girl walked in.
“Hay” she said, I see you are new here” she said bubbly.
Mandy looked over and back down at her sheets.
“What ever…you’ll come around” she tried to explain as she walked away.
“o-yah my names Brook Handy and I am you’re room mate.
Mandy hated people. She hated every one now. It is every ones fault for all this shit she told her self. Over and over. Mandy laid down and saw a paper high up on the roof next to a bunch of posters. It said,
“brooks place”
Many was confused and looked at the other side, but nothing was there so she looked all around there room. Then she saw small black letters on two walls. The letters said
“Mandy’s space”
As if they new she was coming. She took a sharpie out of her backpack and wrote on the walls
“I wont tell her …ever” one time, small, on one wall.
By: Oshian Bloom
Chapter 1
Know one under stands me, know one cares! That’s all my brother says to me. But that was before. That was when he was still here. But now he is gone. He died about 3 months ago yesterday, and all I can reamber is the last words I said to him “fuck of and die.” We always played around like that. It was a love hate relation ship. But now none of it matters.
The dumb ass just had to do it. He had to drive after that night. He knew what was going to happen. He told me the night before, that they had fought and he was pissed. He told me that he was going to go out and try to get her off his mind. But he saw her at the mall, and when I say her I mean “Katy” that bitch, she cheated on my brother. MY BROTHER. Who the fuck was she. Well when he saw that bitch and her new *** he flipped. And when he is pissed he drinks, a lot! Well you can guess what happened next.
Mandy slammed down her journal and felt the blood rush to her head. It seemed that this happened to her more and more now days. She walked in to the bath room, grabbed the scissors and did what she had to do.
She looked up fast and saw her mom standing there. She tried to cover up the long stream of blood, scabs and scars. But now it was two late. What she had kept a secret for so long now was out in the open. She could do nothing now. She looked back down and started to cry. Her mom walked away. All Mandy could think is maybe she didn’t see them. But soon enough she would see that what she was thinking was wrong. She put the scissors away and stood up fast. Her mom called her in to the kitchen. Mandy’s stomach dropped. O-shit she whispered to her self. Her mom pulled out a chair out of her new kitchen table.
“What did you do to your self?” my mother asked as if she had known clue who the hell I was.
“w..well” she started to say but there was a knock at the door.
“Get your stuff”
“Where the fuck am I going”
“Just get the hell up there and get it all to gather” she pushed.
“Bitch” Mandy whispered.
Mandy ran up stars and fell. She started to cry hysterically. She tried to stand up but she couldn’t. When she finely got enough strength she stood up and walked in to her room. She put all her stuff in her back pack. Grabbed her journal, walked in to the bath room, got her tooth brush, make up, brush, and her scissors.
When she went back down stares she saw a man in all white. She started to cry and yell. The man told her it was going to be ok and took out some hand cuffs. All she could think is that after all those years of cutting, and her mom not out nothing would happen. She sat down looked at her mom, put her head in her arms and started to whisper I hate you again and again. She wanted to tell her mom exactly what she was feeling and what she was thinking. She just couldn’t, not now. Not after what her mom did to her. This had nothing to do with them! Mandy hated how this always happened. Every time her mom new some thing she would fuck it up. But now it won’t be like that. Mandy wanted to fix it. She would fix it. Her mom didn’t have to know, she didn’t have to know any thing ever. She wouldn’t tell her mom any thing ever again.
The man in the white outfit told her to come with him and Mandy kicked him
“Mandy” her mother yelled
“What”
“Don’t you ever do that again?”
“I will do what I want, it’s not like you care.” She yelled.
“Yes I do”
“You don’t love me. Bitch”
Next thing she new she was in a room with blank walls.
Chapter 2
She stood up and took a look around. On one wall there was a looking glass. Mandy’s mom never called any thing what they really where. She made it like a fairy tale. It was like a game. A stupid game, one that kids think are fun when they are 10 and when they turn 15 there parents still play it.
She walked over to it and stared at her self. Mandy is a pretty girl who has no self confidence. She has short black hair that with routs and tips that are purple. She has got a toung parings and eye brow. Her long legs held slightly baggie blue pants that covered her size 6 converse. Her fishnets where faded. And her jelly bracelets covered her cuts nicely.
She was decussated in her self because she felt she was fat and to tall. But so many people looked up to Mandy at school. She just was to shy to notice it. When she finishes putting her hair in two messy buns that laid on the top of her head, she walked over to her bed. The bed was not commutable but it had the whitest sheets and pillow cases she had ever seen.
I wonder why every this is always so white. She asked her self. She insanely answered back, Maybe because they want to know if you had sex with another person. Hold on was there any boys hear? If there isn’t its ok I like girls two. Am I all buy my self? What if I die…will any one know? This lovely conversation went on for a long time but it did not last long. As usual all good things end fast in Mandy’s life.
A short big chested, blond haired girl walked in.
“Hay” she said, I see you are new here” she said bubbly.
Mandy looked over and back down at her sheets.
“What ever…you’ll come around” she tried to explain as she walked away.
“o-yah my names Brook Handy and I am you’re room mate.
Mandy hated people. She hated every one now. It is every ones fault for all this shit she told her self. Over and over. Mandy laid down and saw a paper high up on the roof next to a bunch of posters. It said,
“brooks place”
Many was confused and looked at the other side, but nothing was there so she looked all around there room. Then she saw small black letters on two walls. The letters said
“Mandy’s space”
As if they new she was coming. She took a sharpie out of her backpack and wrote on the walls
“I wont tell her …ever” one time, small, on one wall.