Twisted
I watched as they walked by. High school was horrible. The kids didn't give a shit about anything but their own selfish problems. They would throw rubbish at me, spit at me, they burnt me more times then I can count but the one moment that bought fear to my heart was when I saw one of them walk towards me, he had a smile of derision and a knife in his hand, he carved his initials into my flesh, I still remember the cold steel piercing my flesh. It was then that I hated, I hated them all, I wanted them dead, to make them feel the pain and sadness I had felt, to punish them for what they had done to me. I looked out across the field to where the orchard stood, my life’s blood dripping from my wounds. There was an apple tree there; she stood there, beautiful, her blossoms glowing in the light of the spring sun. Why could I not be there, anywhere but here? I turned and looked at the school, the bell rang and the sheep flocked to their classes, never would I have my vengeance, such things are for those with hands and feet two things that I lack for in the end who really cares about the hundred year old oak.
Daniel Dunn
I watched as they walked by. High school was horrible. The kids didn't give a shit about anything but their own selfish problems. They would throw rubbish at me, spit at me, they burnt me more times then I can count but the one moment that bought fear to my heart was when I saw one of them walk towards me, he had a smile of derision and a knife in his hand, he carved his initials into my flesh, I still remember the cold steel piercing my flesh. It was then that I hated, I hated them all, I wanted them dead, to make them feel the pain and sadness I had felt, to punish them for what they had done to me. I looked out across the field to where the orchard stood, my life’s blood dripping from my wounds. There was an apple tree there; she stood there, beautiful, her blossoms glowing in the light of the spring sun. Why could I not be there, anywhere but here? I turned and looked at the school, the bell rang and the sheep flocked to their classes, never would I have my vengeance, such things are for those with hands and feet two things that I lack for in the end who really cares about the hundred year old oak.
Daniel Dunn
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