THE AMAZING EMO GIRL!

A girl attired in black stood overlooking the ocean waves, a lone tear dripped from her cheek to her black attire. Her hair had been cut to her shoulder blades in lengh she had straighten it today, her dark brown locks blew in the wind. She wiped the tear from her cheek quickly and turned walking along the beach. She never seemed to find someone who perfectly understood her. The life she spent was mainly alone, she never fit in well and was always one who stood out as the odd one. She stooped and picked up a smooth stone and chucked it in the ocean. It skipped leaving small ringlets where it skipped and then a thump as it went under the water. She focused on the water, she walked slowly in it till it covered her head. She stayed under for what seemed like minutes, she remembered the witch and came back up and waded in the water.

How easy it would've been for her to stay under a bit too long and die, she knew she had a duty to do. Darci wasn't going to defeat herself, she figured since her life was meaningless she may as well be the one to die in order to save others' lives. She would've done the same even if her life was wonderful and cheerful. She looked at the sky wishing it would rain so she wouldn't feel so out of place and so alone. Rain was the closest she got to a warm embrace.

The girl sighed, she swam to the dock and pulled herself onto it. She looked out to sea, she wasn't much of a talker she had more of a fear of talking. She watched the waves and a small boat in the distance, she wondered what a normal life was like. She felt her wound tinge in pain, she hated how it never stopped hurting and bled whenever something make her think too long about the witch. She used to be a cheery girl, but that all changed from circumstances in her life. She was stronger than the cheery girl she used to be. She could take pain if it didn't hit just the right spot. Her weakness was herself, she knew her weaknesses and when she was depressed or upset her voice in her head would turn on her and insult her beyond her control with things she heard from other people.

She swang her feet from the side, the voice in her head was there. Calling her names, making fun of herself, saying cruel things about herself. She hated when this would happen, it was like fighting a enemy with the ability of moving inside your own body and fighting you in your mind. Her voice in her head often told her to commit sucide, but she couldn't do it whenever she thought about letting the witch live was just too much for her. She needed to kill the witch, she needed to with all her might and ability even if she died trying, she'd try.

She sighed, she was feeling really low. She didn't want to talk or act happy, she just wanted to sit or even cry. But tears wouldn't come, she sighed she looked down at the water beneath her feet. She was wearing all her clothes just soaked, she looked rather odd. She sighed again, she hated this feeling she got when she was emo. She sighed sick of being so down she rather be embarassed. She got to her feet, lookin at the people walking by she yelled at the top of her lungs. "I'M THE AMAZING EMO GIRL! YOU ARE NOW EMO PEOPLE! RAWR!" After that she jumped into the water again.

She hid from the other people's view, she kept out of their view and slowly emerged her head just so she could breath from the water. She doubted anyone gave a care if she did try to commit sucide. She sighed wading in the water. She decided it was better than sitting on the docks looking like a emo freak.

"Is everything...okay?"

Surprised that the boy didn't scatter away from fear or laugh or make fun of her she stared at him for a minute before answering. She then answered with a kinda rude but blunt answer. "If I was okay, would I be here moping, shouting things that are stupid, and being emo? Most of all would I even be here alone in black, being emo if everything was okay?" She sighed, "Nothing is ever okay or even good."She continued to wade, "You must think I'm a nutcase or even be afraid of me." She said with a sigh.

She looked at the water, then submerged herself again so she wouldn't lose control over her emotions. She was just having a bad day, week, year, life. She tried to not get down but it was hard for her to not get depressed or emo. She remerged and looked at the boy. "You can run away now if you like."

"Believe me, it would take a lot more than a screaming nutcase - no offense - to scare me off."

She sighed, "I'm not the type of person everyone wants to hang around with, or be friends with." She said plainly with a sigh. She looked at him, "My life isn't exactly the happiest or ever been the happiest. I'm not the happy cheerful type of girl everyone wants to be with or hang with." She sighed again, "Besides the fact my own brain makes fun of me, and if that hasn't scared you off. Then I can always tell you things to make you run away." She said with a sigh.

"Why would I run away?"

"Because a witch cast a spell on me and she wants to kill me and I need to fight her and I don't want help even though she's more powerful than me and I know it." She said plainly, she was in a emo mood and didn't care what the boy thought of her. He could think she was a jerk and she wouldn't care. "Frankly I rather fight her and win and then die. But I need to kill her, so I need to train to win and die anyway. Not to mention the spell she cast on me." She said annoyed at the thought.