A Happy Ending

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Raven's lived a hard life, so why shouldn't she look forward to death. **** OK so I wrote this for only God knows why. I just know that it's 100 percent made up and that it hits close to my heart

Submitted: May 21, 2010

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I felt the tears on my cheeks, I wiped them away hurridly. I was tired of pretending I was decently alright. Everyone knew me as the strong, tough, bad ass chick in the neighborhood. But what happens when that same chick is finally broken? She cries and starts to hate all over again.
I looked around the park, my new home. The best home I've had for a long time. Maybe this home would be permanent. Hopefully I'll stop getting hurt, and kicked around like the runt. Because I am more, I am more then what I seem. I don't have friends in school because of my reputation and all of the students thought I was a dumbass goth girl, but really I was pretty smart. I get A+ averages on everything, and I am pretty nice if you don't try to fight with me.
But it's like everyday at school someone see's me and thinks: 'Oh yeah, I might be able to get some of my anger out.' Or it's something like that. And today was no different except the principal got tired of the fighting, and expelled me. For no reason. I only fight to protect myself. And when my parents found out I got kicked out of school they thought they could do the same, except at home.
So now I'm stuck living in a park, and a man walking by notices me and hurries away. Great! Just fucking great! I'm crying and I'm still seen as a threat! I wiped at my eyes again, when was life going to start getting better instead of worse? That's all I want to know now, because it seems like the bad things just target me.
"Oh great Devil, whom seems to hear my cries just take my soul and do with it what you will." I said quietly, because it seemed like I was damned anyway, so why should I give whatever I have left of my soul to the soul person, God, who ruined and killed it? I might as well give it to someone who would probably protect it.
I heard snickers and some voices saying "She's giving her to the devil, maybe we can kill her so she can be with her future lover." 
"Yes we should!" More giggles. I just kept looking down at the floor. I don't know why, but it seemed like all the life went out of me. No one cared what happened to me, so why should I? I have nothing to live for, well except my two favorite books... I held them protectivly against my chest. Vampire Academy: Shadow kissed, and The Outsiders. They were going to lay next to me when I die.
I knew those kids hated me, and I knew they wanted me dead, and I really didn't care anymore at this point.
"Hey Raven," A kid said they stepped out of the bushes, I looked up and it was that kid that got me expelled from school and kicked out of my house. 
"Ryan." I said gravely quiet. Why was it that people liked picking on people with hurt feelings and no reason to live? Can't they see those people have enough to deal with? "Why don't you go fuck yourself. Everyone knows you do, you hemphrodite." I said.
The shock on his face was so incredible. Did I just win a fight, I doubt it but this was pretty funny. People were use to me beating the crap outta people, but they weren't use to me being so... much of a smart ass.
 I flipped my dark black hair and smiled evilly. If I was going to die tonight I was going to die with a bang, and no one was going to take that away from me. I stepped forward and punched him but he knew what my move was, he was a smart little dick. He pulled out a switchblade and held it against my throat. "Say you're sorry Raven." He commanded.
I laughed silently, saying "Go die in a ditch." He put more pressure on my neck and I felt blood trickle out. I didn't care if I died, no one didn't. I was damned if I lived or died either way.
And when he saw that I wasn't afraid he made a huge slit in my throat and I died that night. The police found my body the following morning, but they did nothing, didn't investigate, didn't arrest Ryan even though they knew it was him.
But all the time after that I was in heaven. God invited me in personally and I just have to say that I'm glad I died that night, or I would have ended up in Hell. Ryan was already on the Hell list and he was only 15 years old, he wouldn't care because he would be with his gay lover, the Devil.
And I would be up here laughing while they were having sex in a firery pit, listening to his piercing screams fill the after life air. And my laughter would be the last thing he hears before he's killed over and over again by the Devil.
I was goth, and people use to be afraid of me for no good reason, but I wouldn't take back my life for shit!


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