So I was going through my documents to organize them. I have WAY too many from so long ago. Or I did. Haha, I deleted most of them. I had book reports from 10th grade!
Anyway, I came across this story I wrote. I wrote it in junior high, around eighth or ninth grade. It's six pages, single spaced. That right there made me think "Wow, I had no life." Then I read it, and within the first paragraph I started five sentences with words that end in "-ly." "Slowly" "Instantly" "Readily" "Lazily" I had an "-ly" complex. So I fixed those. Then I actually read it, and it wasn't too bad. I'm sure if I read it out loud I could find more things to fix, but I'm at work, so I'll look stupid reading to myself. The story though, is really dark. I mean it is a story about suicide, but it's so graphic! I don't know where I pulled that out of. I remember where I got the inspiration for the story: based on a true story of a boy. But I threw in some of my own details, obviously.
On Monday we watched "Fight Club" in film. That was incredibly dark. Then I read this story and I thought "Holy Cow! I'm as dark as those filmmakers!" Seriously! Here's a tidbit of the story to prove my point:
"I ran home faster than the day before. My feet knew the way. That night I didn’t e-mail anyone, I didn’t do my homework. I cried. Once my tears ran dry, I pulled out my pocketknife. It was shiny and clean. I rolled up a sleeve.
“This is for you Kennedy!” I screamed silently.
“This is for you Nick!”
“This is for you Jennifer!”
“You want me to suffer?”
Five slits, six slits, seven slits.
I watched as my shiny knife turned crimson with blood. Each drop of blood for each ounce of pain. A sick feeling ached within me. My arm oozed scarlet drops of my own blood."
HOW DID I COME UP WITH THAT! THAT'S DISGUSTING!! (no offense if you do cut yourself...you know it's a gross habit.)
I think I need some sort of psychotherapy before I really make some screwed up films.