Beyond The Limit
I'm redoing 'Beyond The Limit'...I felt...the story I first wrote, lead to nowhere, since it did.
Shardren Backslash, AKA Shard, is a 15 year old boy. He might seem normal, but he's hiding something. No one knows his story, since no one wants too, nor cares. One day, he gets driven off the edge, never to return to his usual self, He runs away in despair. Soon, a class-mate of Shard's, Dean, is murdered. Shard was never the one to kill animals, Much less humans....
(C) Neare Beyonde
No matter how much I screamed. No matter how much I cry. No matter how much I try, No one sees me. No one does.
"Shardren!" my dad shouted from downstairs. I ignored his call and sat down on my bed.
Ugh, white everything. No really. My room was all white. I hated that color. So dull, so plain, so...Ugly. It's almost like, Terry, my cat, exploded all over the place.
"You little rat! Get down here now!" my dad shouted again. I growled and stood up, looking down. I quickly ran downstairs, where my dad was standing. His eyes met mine. I glared into his stone-hard eyes, no emotion. Dull.
"It's 6 AM, Father." I muttered, but quickly regretted my comment as he threw the spoon he was holding at me. I dodged the flying killer spoon and heard a clatter as it hit the tile floor.
"Stupid kid, worthless child." those 4 words, set me off.
"Well! Who are you calling 'stupid' and 'worthless'?! You are the worthless and stupid one!" I screamed and stormed back to my room, leaving my 'dad, speechless downstairs in the kitchen.
"Worthless," I muttered angrily as I stuffed clothes into a purple backpack, "Stupid?!" I grabbed my stuffed dog, 'Ronny', and hugged him.
"Ronny, Am I worthless? Am I stupid?" I asked my toy. The button eyes stared up at me, no answer of course. I gave it a hug and stuffed it along with my clothes. A shining blade of the knife lying on my dresser caught my eye. “Yes…” I walked over to it and held it tightly. Revenge for the 13 years of he double hockey sticks. Yes....
"Shardren!" my dad shouted from downstairs. I ignored his call and sat down on my bed.
Ugh, white everything. No really. My room was all white. I hated that color. So dull, so plain, so...Ugly. It's almost like, Terry, my cat, exploded all over the place.
"You little rat! Get down here now!" my dad shouted again. I growled and stood up, looking down. I quickly ran downstairs, where my dad was standing. His eyes met mine. I glared into his stone-hard eyes, no emotion. Dull.
"It's 6 AM, Father." I muttered, but quickly regretted my comment as he threw the spoon he was holding at me. I dodged the flying killer spoon and heard a clatter as it hit the tile floor.
"Stupid kid, worthless child." those 4 words, set me off.
"Well! Who are you calling 'stupid' and 'worthless'?! You are the worthless and stupid one!" I screamed and stormed back to my room, leaving my 'dad, speechless downstairs in the kitchen.
"Worthless," I muttered angrily as I stuffed clothes into a purple backpack, "Stupid?!" I grabbed my stuffed dog, 'Ronny', and hugged him.
"Ronny, Am I worthless? Am I stupid?" I asked my toy. The button eyes stared up at me, no answer of course. I gave it a hug and stuffed it along with my clothes. A shining blade of the knife lying on my dresser caught my eye. “Yes…” I walked over to it and held it tightly. Revenge for the 13 years of he double hockey sticks. Yes....
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Kool
NEXT!!!!!!!!!
Next!!!!!!