"You're doing the right thing" They once said to her. Abandoned, is she. She tried to listen to them, She took their advice. She took him in. Prepared his meals, his clothes, his bed. Never a thank you was heard. She tried to teach him that she loves him. She never convinced him. "Monster" "Criminal" "Abuser" Each time she heard those words, her heart broke ever so slightly more. She was deteriorating. Her mind lost hope each second. He never listened. He never listened! She wanted to teach him a lesson. She wanted to show how much she could've done to him for months. It was supposed to teach him a lesson. He just hated her more. Poor little girl. Mind twisted and broken. Eventually, though, They finally were found together. Two corpses, eyes opened. Her heart began to flutter.
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return. But people have discovered who the two hostages are and they are not concerned. Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are the two people who have been kidnapped. People won't give a plug nickel for the safe return of those two pieces of crap. Clinton and Trump won't be coming home any time soon, they are trapped. If somebody does pay the ransom, he or she will certainly deserve to be slapped.
Drip. I Stare Down At The Ground. Drip. My Eyes Are Tempted To Drift Towards You, But I Know Better. Drip. My Eyes Jump To The Loud Noise, In This Silent Room. Drip. I Stand Silently, Walking Towards The Noise. DRIP. I Spin Around- Only To See You, Hanging From The Rafters, Motionless. I Shut My Eyes, My Head Screaming To Pull You Down And Scream Until You Wake, But I Know It Shall Never Work. Drip. You Have Perished, A Silent Tear Making It's Way Down My Face. Drip. I Fall To The Ground, Crying Softly, You Claimed You Where Okay, Not That I Should Have Cared For My Kidnapper. Drip. Or My ******. But What Can I Say, It's A Case Of Being A Misanthrope. I Love Him. I Love Him. I Love Him. Your So **** Selfish. Waiting Till I Loved You With All My Heart, To End It All. I'll Never Forget, My Case Of Being A Misanthrope. Drip.* ~ Kat Herondale.