and if anyone asks, I'll just tell them it's my halo

[thejunipertree]

There are days when I get lost in my past, wandering around and reliving memories. All inside my puny skull.

I don't mean past, like just a few years ago. I'm talking about childhood. The things I saw and the things which were done to me. Looking back on them, I can kind of understand why I am the person I am today. Why my reactions are so sharp. And why I am so quick to believe that ever-pulsing (and growing) waves of disgust which course through my veins.

I was in sixth grade. Maybe seventh. We had off from school, for some reason or another. Maybe it was a voting day. I was at my "best friend's" house, her parents were at work. There was a whole slew of us hanging out, mostly boys because my "best friend" had the reputation of being a big slut, despite the fact that she was a virgin. Someone decided it would be a good idea if we got a ladder and climbed up to the roof. I was sitting up there, by myself, when they took the ladder away and wouldn't put it back. They told me to jump. They shouted ugly names at me. They threw things.

I screamed so loud and so long that someone two blocks heard me.

I was never afraid of heights before then. Now I am.

Comments

[wemble.livejournal.com]

i had the "best-friend" in 7th and 8th grade. she was all buddy-chummy when we were alone, but as soon as my bully and her cronies were up my ass, she changed sides. i remember what happened when i hit ninth grade and met you. you scared away my bully (threatened to beat her within an inch of her life, i do believe) and helped me push my so-called-friend out of my life for good. you were always my protector... not just then either... but all through the years...

[zentariana.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping that person two blocks away brought a ladder and kicked the shit out of the assholes?

[evilbalddago.livejournal.com]

MOTHER FUCKERS! Boy that pisses me off by just hearing about it. *is in the mood to kick some ass*