ZombieZebra

I stared at the screen of the laptop I was currently typing on. It didn't really matter what I was typing. Only one person was reading it. I took another skittle, placing it on my tongue and returning it to my mouth. I didn't even taste the "Double-Sour" on my tongue. I guess I was only eating to try to rid my mouth of the bitter taste of self-loathing and salty tears. I replayed the same band over and over again. I loved this band because it had normal tune, and normal instruments, a good beat, but it had rap in it, mixed with actual singing. It intruiged me, and relaxed me in my current state of sobbing. The music was slightly angry, but

One Trick Pony, Chapter 2. There were some good people in Diamond’s life. He had his friends at school, whom he adored, thought having to lie to them about certain cuts or bruises he had gotten. And he had his grandmother. His grandmother, Vivian McKee, was possibly the sweetest lady in existence. Not to mention she was barely reaching 40 years old. She babysat Diamond as often as his mother went out with her friends, which was also as often as she brought home strange men. All those things happened daily. Vivian was a lovely lady, who was worried for her daughter and grandson. Her daughter was selling her body to random men, stealing

One Trick Pony. It wasn’t the fact that he was alone. Quite the contrary. A young Kristoph Diamond was popular, having a large circle of devoted friends. But despite having friends, he had always felt tired and sick and weak inside. At school, he was grade 8 class representative, popular kid Mr. Kris Diamond. When he got home he was the boy to push around when you were too drunk to notice what had happened. When he got home, Kris was reduced to “brat”. Now of course many people haven’t had the best childhood starting off. There seemed to be many sad stories or some sort of shadowy past everyone had. Kris had a full-blown

You said it. You god damn, fucking, totally said it. Seriously. That 3-word thing that makes people's hearts jump out of their chest? You said it. You totally said it. I was leaning against the fence, waiting for you like always. You know, that chain metal fence that was dyed rainbow? That fence is for us. It's ours now. And I can feel you through the fence, gently stroking my hair like you always do. You always do. And I can feel your breath on my neck, because it always makes my hairs stand on end, and you love it. You really do. And I can feel that laughter creeping out from my throat, because it makes you laugh as well. You