Chapter Seven
Shadows twisted around Samantha as she slashed, slashed, slashed her arm open. Mini rubies appeared on শীর্ষ of her near white pale skin. Slash, slash, slash. Again and again. Misty murky gloom settled in around her bones, and remaining there to turn her cold as ice. Freezing her to the core. হৃদয় pounding, she thought of her father and was reminded of the way she hated how sounded, the way his footsteps, resounded through the house, making her agitated just দ্বারা his sheer presence. Even he didn’t প্রণয় her and she was his daughter. What kind of fucker doesn’t even প্রণয় his own daughter?
Arm stinging, red lines running down her arms, crimson tracks up her thighs (like স্নোমোবাইল tracks in the snow), but she feel a thing. She never did. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, she told herself. Everytime she started to think it was painful, she thought of her dad, Melissa, herself, and all the different ways she’d been screwed over, and magically instead of pain she felt joy. Only the strongest of people could hurt themselves. Anyone could hurt another person, but nobody wants pain inflicted on themselves. Samantha had marks of power all over, tatooing her entire body in an endless ocean of scars and new cuts. Wonderful.
Who knew slipping into insanity was this easy, this blissful and indulgent? Everyday, Samantha grew gradually আরো obsessive, আরো locked inside her own head. A perfect flawless paradise that no one else could enter. no one else could invade. It was a blank canvas all her own to paint whatever picture she pleased, and that picture was of thin, thin, thin. In her paradise, it was all her own. She awoke to a searing, immediate despair, so lustful she was magnetized to it. A vortex she got sucked into. An invisible vortex no one could see but her. Seducing her, she fell deeper into her own grave everyday. And pretended everything was fine.
Yes, indeed, she still got dressed, went to school, talked to Savannah, and went about her daily life. Now a crazy person couldn’t do that, right? Do crazy people know they’re crazy? What does it feel like? And to believe Samantha had once, just a short while ago, been yearning for normal? No, no, normal was something she could never achieve, especially now, when she was in so deep. She was immortal, almost. No food, no sleep. Heck, she probably didn’t even need air. Amazing. She was flying, gliding across water, unstoppable. Until, all of a sudden, she wasn’t. An omnipotent, all consuming low invaded her, creeping into even her darkest crevices. She wasn’t supergirl anymore, the adrenaline wore off, and she was the same, pathetic Samantha she’d always been. These were the times she was so crestfallen and hopeless, she couldn’t move. After all the high, there was the inevitable low. It took a while to pass, and Samantha added it to her mental to-do list, find a way to avoid low. Growing longer each day, the তালিকা was filled with all sorts of tasks, ranging from change clothes and brush teeth to do homework and finish portrait for studio. Unsurprisingly, the latter usually got done first, if any were to be completed at all.
Though the lows were sucky, the vortex gave Samantha an eerie sense of purpose and perspective in the world. Brainpower increasing dramatically, she was as different as আপনি could get from who she was in Graysville, except for a few key personality traits. And a few key people she thought about. One of them, remarkably unique, was Melissa Jackson. Her suicide still haunted her. Why? She had been one of the ones poised to get out, and whenever Samantha thought about it she felt guilty. Instead of Melissa, she’d gotten a better life, when Melissa no longer was alive. Also, Samantha had gotten something about it. Like she could have stopped her অথবা something. What with seeing her that night, and the weird stuff about the trains? But, really, how was she supposed to know? Wasn’t it Melissa’s fault anyways? It’s not like Samantha pushed her in front of that train.
Shadows twisted around Samantha as she slashed, slashed, slashed her arm open. Mini rubies appeared on শীর্ষ of her near white pale skin. Slash, slash, slash. Again and again. Misty murky gloom settled in around her bones, and remaining there to turn her cold as ice. Freezing her to the core. হৃদয় pounding, she thought of her father and was reminded of the way she hated how sounded, the way his footsteps, resounded through the house, making her agitated just দ্বারা his sheer presence. Even he didn’t প্রণয় her and she was his daughter. What kind of fucker doesn’t even প্রণয় his own daughter?
Arm stinging, red lines running down her arms, crimson tracks up her thighs (like স্নোমোবাইল tracks in the snow), but she feel a thing. She never did. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, she told herself. Everytime she started to think it was painful, she thought of her dad, Melissa, herself, and all the different ways she’d been screwed over, and magically instead of pain she felt joy. Only the strongest of people could hurt themselves. Anyone could hurt another person, but nobody wants pain inflicted on themselves. Samantha had marks of power all over, tatooing her entire body in an endless ocean of scars and new cuts. Wonderful.
Who knew slipping into insanity was this easy, this blissful and indulgent? Everyday, Samantha grew gradually আরো obsessive, আরো locked inside her own head. A perfect flawless paradise that no one else could enter. no one else could invade. It was a blank canvas all her own to paint whatever picture she pleased, and that picture was of thin, thin, thin. In her paradise, it was all her own. She awoke to a searing, immediate despair, so lustful she was magnetized to it. A vortex she got sucked into. An invisible vortex no one could see but her. Seducing her, she fell deeper into her own grave everyday. And pretended everything was fine.
Yes, indeed, she still got dressed, went to school, talked to Savannah, and went about her daily life. Now a crazy person couldn’t do that, right? Do crazy people know they’re crazy? What does it feel like? And to believe Samantha had once, just a short while ago, been yearning for normal? No, no, normal was something she could never achieve, especially now, when she was in so deep. She was immortal, almost. No food, no sleep. Heck, she probably didn’t even need air. Amazing. She was flying, gliding across water, unstoppable. Until, all of a sudden, she wasn’t. An omnipotent, all consuming low invaded her, creeping into even her darkest crevices. She wasn’t supergirl anymore, the adrenaline wore off, and she was the same, pathetic Samantha she’d always been. These were the times she was so crestfallen and hopeless, she couldn’t move. After all the high, there was the inevitable low. It took a while to pass, and Samantha added it to her mental to-do list, find a way to avoid low. Growing longer each day, the তালিকা was filled with all sorts of tasks, ranging from change clothes and brush teeth to do homework and finish portrait for studio. Unsurprisingly, the latter usually got done first, if any were to be completed at all.
Though the lows were sucky, the vortex gave Samantha an eerie sense of purpose and perspective in the world. Brainpower increasing dramatically, she was as different as আপনি could get from who she was in Graysville, except for a few key personality traits. And a few key people she thought about. One of them, remarkably unique, was Melissa Jackson. Her suicide still haunted her. Why? She had been one of the ones poised to get out, and whenever Samantha thought about it she felt guilty. Instead of Melissa, she’d gotten a better life, when Melissa no longer was alive. Also, Samantha had gotten something about it. Like she could have stopped her অথবা something. What with seeing her that night, and the weird stuff about the trains? But, really, how was she supposed to know? Wasn’t it Melissa’s fault anyways? It’s not like Samantha pushed her in front of that train.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do আপনি use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do আপনি do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do আপনি use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do আপনি do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my হৃদয় is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look অগ্রবর্তী to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my হৃদয় is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look অগ্রবর্তী to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my জ্যাকেট and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny চলচ্ছবি on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten মিনিট later, I calm down and look up some আরো funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.