The trespasser began to search in our cabinets, his back towards me. Tears slowly rolled down my cheeks, I positioned the knife. I wiped away my tears. Now I am ready to attack just as if I was a natural born warrior. As the trespasser began to turn around, I start to take one step at a time towards the low life peasant, who decided to steal from us. I raise the knife and take more steps closer and the thief is.......  "Jason what the fuck?" I said in a confused tone.  I guess I had scared him as much as he scared my ass because he dropped whatever he had in his hands. He looked up at my hand, where the knife was at. 

    Jason said "the hell you doing with a knife in your hand? Like damn girl, you scared the fucking hell out of me." In return, "I scared you? Dude you almost made me pee my pants. No wonder you barely have any friends. Mom and dad are right, you are NOT normal."

     He began to cut himself with the knife that was in his hands. He yells out his pain. As usual the blade of all his weapons are sharp and pointy. There was more blood on the floor now. I grabbed his hand and demanded he stop this nonsense. "Why the hell do you do these terrible things to yourself?!" I asked in frustration. "Let go of me bitch. I HATE you!" He said in anger. When I looked into his eyes, they were blood shot red. "Are you high?!" I yelled. "Fuck off!" Jason yelled back and shook me off him. Oh God, why does this ONLY happen to me? My life totally sucks ass. 

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                                                     Written By Janyla Allen