Seems legit. E.E Keep in mind I was writing this at like, four in the morning. Double Life. Two complete personalities, maybe more. I'm just the bipolar monster, as you like to call me. One moment I'll be happy, another I'll threaten to rip my brother to pieces. You tell me to calm down and I nod, you knowing I'll just do it again.They knew what made me tick fast enough for them to get a clean smack across the cheek, leaving my petite hand mark. They cry like babies and you tell them to man up, and you allow the bipolar monster feed off their hate and destroy them mentally and physically. One of them loves to provoke me, telling me it doesn't hurt when I slap them. I continue to pound my fist against their back, slapping and leaving bruises. He proceeds to use the butt hurt act, and you tell him to quit crying, and that it's his fault. I laugh in his face as you stand beside me and I grow even worse in my behavior. The second is a complete idiot, thinking he's the clown. When I pushed him down the stairs, I thought it was funny. Was it funny this time, second child of the family? Do you feel proud of yourself to piss me off so much that it led to you getting hurt? Once again, I won with you beside me and laughing at the clown himself. Now the third was has a personality disorder much like myself. She tells me constantly she wants to be me, to obtain every possession I own. She constantly gets in my face, and each time she does, I want to rip her throat out. I would love to watch her burn in a fire, in the pit of hell where her lying ass belongs. Where I continue to laugh is when in the end of most situations, is because I never get in trouble. My bipolar disorder is just fed a tad more, and I grow to be nothing but the monster I am now. You tell me to be careful though, because if I become too much of a monster, I can't hide it. I tell you I have a double life. You asked how, and I answered. At home I'm the little monster you raised, and in school I'm one of the friendliest people you meet. If you were a new friend and asked to come over, I would reject your offer despite you were my friend. See, I car enough to only give you half of my double life, and it's not the monster half. I learned to hide my monster inside, and I pretend I don't know what's wrong with me. I continue to secretly be a monster, my mother's perfect little miss Bipolar.
Well, I'll give it a go, whether it will be good or not, I'll just give it a try. This oneshot shall be called "The Misty Illusions" ~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue Dom. Dom. Dom. It's creates us whole. Dom. Dom. Dom. But why do we live by it? It's only one sound, that enlightens the soul, that rests a sudden baby infant awoken of a shadowing nightmare, where you can spend the easy days trying to figure out a pattern of some sort that would eventually tie into lyrics, and chords, and then binds into paralyzingly wounds, that strengthen the demon inside us, as we play with each other and the mockery we shall receive and do receive is only the beginning. But why live by a tale, unless there is no hope for as we lay here, restless with our devices and the world crumbles even faster into a darker hole of lost and unforgiving. It was only a way for Opal to find it, a way to unravel what really became of a forgotten world, of how now, we shall find what really is drenching towards us, to an even bigger conflict. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 The clock stared at Opal as she bonded her face into the desk, now sticked with her slim, as she wads condemned to sorrow, bit her face me we shown in. Her fingers traced through the surface, as she locked her fingers, and checking the clock. The clock was her weakness. She thought they were the horrible makers who controlled everyone of the time of which action was going to be placed. She preferred, naturally. The judge locked eyes at her with unforgiving notations, her looked at her as if she were a dead rat that was found in the sewers. His beard settled on the table, black and thoroughly combined for his almost racking head hair, which probably was a wig, and his crooked nose, made him look like the humans next evolution of a dodo bird, which inside, made Opal grin, noticing that maybe after all it wasn't the baddest thing to have come to trail for something she did not commit, but, people subdued her, they didn't care of her soul, nor her life. And that's what they think of me, Opal said through gritted teeth, I'm one of them, why don't they kill each other? The jury stood, with a woman in her late fifties, in an unstylish robe with made her look much mature, which sagging wrinkled. "Ahem."the woman protested against the judge and officials, to decide their attention to her, which stupidly, she loved a lot,"The jury has made their final answer. Opal Shallow is herby accused not guilty. Opal let out a huge sigh, it's not the first time she hasn't been convicted of something she didn't commit, it was only a mere coincidence. "But."the woman crouched,"We will send Opal to a mental intuition in 4 days time, there making her experimented of her disgusting behavior." That made Opal disgusted, she never felt more humiliated in her life, actually. The judge, who on the name plate, said and was written on a platform, Judge Duin. He nodded,"Yes. Opal shall do this do. Meeting Adjourned!" And the small mallet made a huge clock with Opal face turned darker and dart at the thought. Why the intuition? This won't go down well. ~~~~~~Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She came home, in her friends house and her friend Angela came and greeted her,"Opal! You weren't guilty!" Opal gestured back, giving Angela a warm hug,"Yeah, they finally let me go for awhile." Angela asked, confused,"A while? Opal."she crossed her arms over her chest, which made Opal groan. "Intuition of medical purposes, they want me tested."Opal said. Angela stood there silent,"But you'll be here right?" Opal shrugged. As she entered the tiny cottage , she climbed to the roof, and the attic, where her stuff was rested there, looking calm as ever. Opal thought, Will there ever be a place where I won't be treated that way? I wish I could just go somewhere else that wouldn't be poisoned by humanity. The the light came. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't even know what my story is about, I just gave a little go at it. Yours was good. Mine was confusing. Lol