2their help. But why? They needed her help. But she wouldn't help them. She hated them.
She hated people. They were all stupider then her, and very ignorant. She also hated to be
bothered. Without people around, she could do what she wanted to do, without all of the shit
people gave her. No one understood her, and no one probably ever would. She'd flip open her
journal and calm her soul...writing about the always ruined day because of people. Fuck them. That's
what Nicolette thinks.
She'll always resent people, except for herself. And him...that glorious creature of Himself.
She has subconciously sketched his face, into her notebook, and forever in her mind. But to Him
she was nothing. That's what Nicolette thinks. People are hard to trust...Nicolette feels like
the only person on earth who knows anything needed, yet she is so alone. Her long, brown hair
falls from her shoulder to in front of her face as she looks down at her journal, now filled
with sweet nothingness from her recent turning of pages to the middle of the book. Suddenly,
an annoyance with much to be desired is calling. Food. Oh, eating... it's such a bother to
Nicolette. She doesn't need food. Not now. It doesn't matter if she doesn't eat, no matter what
she does she can't lose weight. A few people say she needs to. But screw them. The only ones
that matter are him and her. But he probably already thinks that. And if she does eat, she
only gains more weight then she needs.
Nicolette trudges down to the dinner table. They make her eat everyday, three times, when
they want her to. She'd rather eat when she wishes... but only a few things go right in
Nicolette's world, and food is not one of them.
While she is picking at this "food" one of them has the nerve to say something.
"So, how is Vivian? I haven't seen her in a while." Such a stupid question to Nicolette.
She frowns in the way of the female one, careful not to actually look at her. If it had not
seen Vivian, her "best friend", then how could Nicolette? But then, all people are very stupid.
That's what Nicolette thinks. She answers shortly. Nicolette knows how to speak, but it is a waste
of time. She throws the rest of the food in the waste basket, hoping that at that second it will
break to pieces, and Nicolette will be able to wipe the serene happiness off the face of the female
that gave birth to her and tell her that she could slay someone with the rubbish she calls food.
She trails up the stairs, and falls asleep, unhappy with her day. So many things could have gone right
if it wasn't for all of the useless things around her. They are all stupid...and they should die.
But they're not going anywhere, and neither is she. Until tomorrow, when she's planning to die by drug overdose.
Damn them all... maybe this will get their innocent, happy minds into the gutter. They have no idea what lies
beyond their days of eternal sunshine, mixed with small, less than often let downs. They have no idea.
That's what Nicolette thinks.