http://schneerisse.livejournal.com/ Schneerisse - LiveJournal.com Sun, 07 May 2006 10:25:32 GMT LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com schneerisse 8217685 personal http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/34659188/8217685 http://schneerisse.livejournal.com/ 100 100 http://schneerisse.livejournal.com/805.html Sun, 07 May 2006 10:25:32 GMT http://schneerisse.livejournal.com/805.html <blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"> <p>Alright.. new start because the old idea sucked. Tell me what you think. <br />----&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<u><font size="4">Chapter One</font></u><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "<strong><font size="5"><em>I</em></font></strong> feel that all of life is a sickness, and seemingly the only way to rid myself of it would be dying..." It's moments like this where you wish you'd just kept your mouth shut. Now he's staring at you the way you hate. Him with his beady brown eyes behind those ridiculous John Lennon-esque glasses. Him with his comb-over and thick mustache. Him with his pen and paper, nodding politely. This disgusting man is staring at you like you're the sweetest most defenseless little thing that he's ever seen. DO SOMETHING "...either that or killing everyone else." "And why do you suppose you feel that way, Katie?" <br />Fuck..now you've done it, you had to go and sound like you're crazy, why did you do that? Oh well, might as well make it worth his while. "I think I feel this way because everyone on this fucking planet is a worthless piece of shit." There, that ought to shut him up. He takes off his glasses and begins to breathe on them and clean them with his shirt, lifting them to the ceiling to make sure all of the dust is gone. "Alright, Miss Ryland, that's enough for today. I'll see you next Thursday." Of course you will, you fucking bastard. You'll see me ever goddamn Thursday for the rest of my life, won't you? But you don't say that, you just nod politely, the same way he did, and walk out the door and down the hall to the exit... "I hate Thursdays."&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <strong><font size="6">....<br /></font></strong><br />"Katie, honey, you haven't touched dinner. Is something wrong?" "No mom, nothing's wrong, okay? Nothing at all." Except for the fact that you sent your only daughter to a fucking shrink, you worthless fat cow. "How was your appointment with Dr. Sherman?" She says, shoveling another spoonful of green beans into her greedy red mouth. "May I be excused?" You say. She nods politely and you turn to go. You don't even see the look of disappointment on her face, then again, you don't care. <br /></p> </blockquote> http://schneerisse.livejournal.com/805.html public 2