"What did you say?"
"I said, I don't feel like going to the dance."
"Oh..."
I turn back to the t.v.
that was random, why would she say something so random, unless it wasn't random, dance...dance...was there a dance tonight...maybe she was trying to remind me, were we supposed to go, was i supposed to take her...dance...i dont remember a dance...what could remind her of a dance at 8 o'clock in the evening, we're watching a show about a u.f.o. that has nothing to do with dancing...what did she mean she doesn't feel like going to a dance... like she doesn't have a choice...feel God she sounds whiny when she says that...but i don't feeeeeel like going...i don't feeeeeel like sitting here listening to you randomly start talking about a dance i dont remember, feeeeel, God I want to just reach up and slap the word out of her vocabulary, better yet I'll take away all the feeeelings she has, that will show her, is there a way to remove a word from ones memory, I could do it while she is sleeping, creep into her room, knock her semi-unconcious, open her skull with a scapel and hammer...where would i get a scapel?...oh well...I could take a knife and poke around a little...*poke* what do you feeeeel..." I feel fine"...*poke*...what do you feeeel...*drool*...whoops...*re-poke*...what do you feeeel...hello...hello *poke* hello!? *checks pulse* oh know i killed her...Ill just bury her body...everyone will know you were the last one to see her...oh know...ill um...ill tell them she went to the...the dance!...yea ill say we were supposed to go together but i didnt feeeeel like going...anything could have happened...Ill burn my clothes...ill bury her under the brigde...no one will be able to tell it was me...why would i be at the brigde...no one goes over there...anything could have happened...that neighbor of ours hes always giving her strange looks...he let us borrow a knife the other day...ill plant it on her...i should do it now before the body starts to decay...
*poke*
"Hey, Zombie Princess...the shows over..."
*poke*
"Hey, did you hear me?"
*poke*
"Huh? Oh yea...you know that dance?"
"Yea"
"I don't feel like going"
"O.K. fine with me"
A Twisted Mind
ok its not really a story but its not a poem...idk it was random writing about how someone can get on your nerves...i guessDid you like this story? Make one of your own!
