The BabysitterThe Babysitter
“Bye, Ellie.” The parents said,” oh remember if Holly cries in the night give her hot chocolate. It helps her to calm down. She gets really bad nightmares sometimes.”
“Bye, yes I’ll remember. Have fun,” Ellie said as Holly’s parents left their house.
It was a Friday evening in early April. Ellie was a 16 year old who was babysitting Holly, a 3 year old girl. Holly was already in bed sound asleep. Ellie sat down on their small comfortable sofa in the sitting-room and turned on the T.V. ready for a rest for she’d had had a busy week. Ellie loved watching CSI so when she found the channel she was looking for she laid down on the sofa in order to get herself comfortable. She had been watching T.V. for an hour when Holly started crying. She glanced at her watched, it was 9 PM. Ellie went to the kitchen and got her some hot chocolate as instructed by her parents. She slowly walked up the stairs with the drink a
From A Bully's Point Of View From A Bully's Point Of View
I kill people with the words I say.
I love it.
I lie and say I'm apologetic,
When I'm not.
People believe me and I laugh at their stupidity.
I pill people's drinks and insult them for fun.
I enjoy their pain when I throw insults at them.
I love it.
I'm evil, brainless and have a hollowed out heart.
I make people cry and I do not regret it.
These HandsThese hands,
are covered in other peoples blood,
lifeless their lifespan cut in half
corpses almost buried under the ground,
These dead physiques have blood pouring out of them,
The hands of torturers enjoying the pain of others,
These hands now are cut off their bodies.
You are not remorseful.you are not remorseful.
You don’t care about my feelings,
or the words that you throw at me.
You only care that you got caught.
You regret what you say only when you’re in trouble.
You don’t even bother to apologize,
even if you did you wouldn't really mean it
you pretend as if this never happened.
Nothing did actually happen to you that day.
But that day my feelings were shattered,
Do you not realize this or do you just not care all?
Sticks and StonesSticks and stones break my bones
But words will rip my skin apart
Does that ever even occur to you?
Don't you fucking get it?!
your words, they are cruel and painful
they fucking hurt
You don't care, do you?
“I’m Sorry” Oh no, it’s absolutely fucking fine;
it’s not as if I have feelings or anything!
If I had my way I’d slit your throat with the knife you left in my back