The E.M.O Girl

[NOTE: The E.M.O Girl is based upon actual time in Real Life, thus is still under work. This book is not yet done. Previews of what I have are followed on the bottom. ]

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December 31, 2012. As time ticks down towards the strike of midnight, she can only wish that the next day would be her last day.

11:58 P.m, just a few more seconds until midnight.., 2012 was a year of pain and misery for her, nothing would be the same for 2013 she thought.

She stood outside in the freezing cold, snow started falling gently on the ground , she wore nothing but a light T-shirt and blue jeans , no shoes, no coat , nothing to keep her warm.

She didn't care if she died out there in the cold, matter of minutes would hopefully be her last.

11:59 P.m, only twenty seconds left until the strike of midnight.

She sat on the edge of the curb and waited for something new to happen for once.

Time was ticking down faster than she could see it, only ten seconds left...

Nine.. Eight.. Seven.. Six.. Five.. Four.. Three.. Two... One.

She looked up at the sky, the snow had stopped falling but it was finally time.

12:00 A.m ...;

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January 1st, 2013. Just another year to celebrate the New Years for most people.

Unlike for one girl, she was more different then the rest , at the age of ten she had been turned by her first sister to Emo , black hair , no emotions , no soul , she was just .. perfect in her own way.

Possibly why she killed her first sister, Lindsey. Lindsey was fifteen at the time of her death, she never expected something like this to happen.

As for the one girl who laid on the edge of the sidewalk not even moving, people went by and stopped to stare at her lifeless body , they all thought she had passed away , some did and some didn't as they walked away or drove off.

2013 was just another year waiting for more pain, misery , and suffering.

From her own mind that is what she thought of. She continued to lay on the edge of the sidewalk not moving for the next two days until she awoke to find herself somewhat changed in a way no one would believe. . . ;

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It was enough, they made fun of how I looked, how I felt, what I meant to them was just a dummy , you know , one of those stuffed dummies they punch and kick at.

That's all I was to them, someone who they could walk all over and torture.

I felt nothing but aggression, I was excited to do this.. the kitchen was dim as the sunlight peaked in the clear window as a small reflection bounced off the window.

Turning around on the stainless counter was a long sharp knife, so sharp she ran the blade through her hand.

One drop of blood hit the counter, then the second hit the floor , then the third , fourth , and fifth.

She looked behind her to see the blood pattern following her footsteps.

It meant nothing to her, nothing at all. .

She stopped staring at the dull hallway and stared at the cracked bedroom door of her sister.

"Just once" she thought, just once..

Her right hand was trembling with fear, she grabbed the single doorknob and turned it.

She took her hand off of the doorknob only for a stain of blood to be left behind.

Lindsey.., her beloved sister she always admired, was laying motionless on her bed asleep.

Gripping the knife in her left hand, all that went through her mind was old memories , none of which now mattered.

"One.."

"Two.."

"Three..."-

She looked at her sister now unable to breath or unable to move as if she was paralyzed, just watched her helpless.

After a clear two minutes, her right arm dangled from the edge of the bed while blood slowly drifted down..

Time had pasted by, much faster than time itself would of. It had just turned to the beginning of March. Some say March brings happiness and smiles, greatness in all , not how I see it. Not how I saw it at all..

The school was crowded with High school teenagers, guys and girls of all different , but only one girl was much different. Her black wavy hair blew in the wind, most of the students there knew her by only one word. "Emotionless". She didn't see it as Emotionless, only as three simple letters.

E.M.O

They knew she had a hidden pocket knife tucked into the side of her torn shoe but no one dared to tell the teachers, or anyone else..

As her past she had gone out with few teenage guys, their age switched around from fourteen through sixteen. None of which came back from her house the next day.

Some say she is mysterious and hides suppose "body bags" in her backyard with her ex-boyfriends. No one dared asked her out since then.



It had been exactly 4 months since the death of her dear sister Lindsey, all she could think of was why she killed her. Every night since then she's had strange nightmares but not ordinary nightmares. Much more different, in her own words she described each one as, "Being alone with no one in the world to protect her from the evil that hid inside of her".