Mr.Reak
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Okay, before you start reading, I must say that this is a long post, so people with low attention span, don't bother.
Let’s start with some background. I had a friend, a girl, in high school. Well, we were good friends, my parents knew her parents, and so on. She was a good girl, you know, just a regular person. She loved to shop, go out and party, she knew how to enjoy life. Anyway, here comes college. I go to the Academy of Art School, she went to some other college. But hey, our high school group of friends still meets every weekend, we didn’t forget about each other just because we went different ways. Well, I guess college for her was a much different experience, she became a goth. I don’t have anything against goths, old fashioned goths at least, who don’t sit all day on their asses and complain about how everything sucks in this life. Anyway, she started to skip our meetings. I mean, it’s okay, nothing to worry about, everybody has their problems in life. Well, when she did come, it was miserable to look at her. She was always bitching, wore all black, and was talking about how these meetings are pointless. She even started to talk shit about us, you know, slowly loosing her friends one by one. Well, after awhile, she stopped showing all together. I got a little worried.
She still lives with her parents, because dorms are too expensive. So I called to her parents’ house, nobody picked up. I don’t know why, but I just decided to drive up there, something told me to (no, not a God). When I came up to her house, eh well, I saw her car. She must be home, right? I used a doorbell, nobody responded. I got even more worried, so I just tried to open door. Wow, to my surprise it wasn’t locked. So I come into her house, and started to scream her name, no answer. Well, I ran up to her room (which now is full of posters of Splinkton crap, or whatever you call these idiotic clowns). No one in her room, next stop is her bathroom. Well, to my ****ing surprise, there she is, in bathtub (no, not naked), with a ****ing razor blade in her hands. First thing comes to my mind “ there is no blood yet…”. Ah, so I wasn’t too late. She is pretty much surprised to see me (didn’t she hear doorbell and me calling her name?), but I am not wasting my time on greetings. I ran up to her, take a ****ing razor blade out her hand and flash it down the toilet. Yeah, flashing it down wasn’t a smartest idea, but when you under pressure, you can’t think straight very well. At least I couldn’t. She still has nothing to say, maybe I did it too fast or something. I take her out the bathtub and into her room. That’s where real fun begins.
“What the **** were you doing with a ****ing razor blade?” heh, I started to scream, what a stupid question. Maybe she was shaving her legs?
“**** you, you don’t know shit about my life. It ****ing sucks, I ****ing hate you! Everything is ****ing pointless,” well yeah, she cursed a lot.
You know, there are a lot of things in this life, which can piss me off, but there is only one thing that sets me into RAGE mode. I hate people who want to commit suicide, ****ing weaklings. When I heard her talking like that, I slapped her. Yeah, I slapped a girl, sue me. She again had that WTF expression on her face, but it was gone in the next second and she started to bitch even more. I slapped her again and started to scream at her. I am bad in speeches, that’s because I have a little confidence in my English abilities, you know, having accent and all. I guess it didn’t stop me from giving one at that moment. I started to go on about why she throws her life away because of some dump shit. She tried to say something about how her parents hate her, they are not letting her hanging out with her new “friends”, how everything is miserable and some other crap. **** that, I reminded her that these parents raised her, gave a roof, gave her food, gave her everything. Wow, they are trying to protect her from idiots who will waste their lifes away. Anyway, I told her about a lot of things, many of them she didn’t want to hear, but you can’t live in a denial all the time. So she ended up crying and asking me to help her somehow. Oh and I did just that.
First thing, I tore down all those ugly poster from her room. The next thing is, I took all her cloths (most of it was black now) and trashed it, same thing with CDs and other goth crap. She was just watching how I broke everything in her room. After that I said “we are going shopping”, and we did just that. I took her to the mall, in Macys, Gap, etc., so at least she will dress like a normal person. I spend about $1500 on her that day. Hey, we even got her hair color back (she was blond before she went goth).
Shopping took us all day long, so we got back home in the evening. I made her apologize to her parents, and to our friends afterwards. I don’t really regret spending tons of money on her, at least I got friend back.
Does it count as life-saving experience?
Let’s start with some background. I had a friend, a girl, in high school. Well, we were good friends, my parents knew her parents, and so on. She was a good girl, you know, just a regular person. She loved to shop, go out and party, she knew how to enjoy life. Anyway, here comes college. I go to the Academy of Art School, she went to some other college. But hey, our high school group of friends still meets every weekend, we didn’t forget about each other just because we went different ways. Well, I guess college for her was a much different experience, she became a goth. I don’t have anything against goths, old fashioned goths at least, who don’t sit all day on their asses and complain about how everything sucks in this life. Anyway, she started to skip our meetings. I mean, it’s okay, nothing to worry about, everybody has their problems in life. Well, when she did come, it was miserable to look at her. She was always bitching, wore all black, and was talking about how these meetings are pointless. She even started to talk shit about us, you know, slowly loosing her friends one by one. Well, after awhile, she stopped showing all together. I got a little worried.
She still lives with her parents, because dorms are too expensive. So I called to her parents’ house, nobody picked up. I don’t know why, but I just decided to drive up there, something told me to (no, not a God). When I came up to her house, eh well, I saw her car. She must be home, right? I used a doorbell, nobody responded. I got even more worried, so I just tried to open door. Wow, to my surprise it wasn’t locked. So I come into her house, and started to scream her name, no answer. Well, I ran up to her room (which now is full of posters of Splinkton crap, or whatever you call these idiotic clowns). No one in her room, next stop is her bathroom. Well, to my ****ing surprise, there she is, in bathtub (no, not naked), with a ****ing razor blade in her hands. First thing comes to my mind “ there is no blood yet…”. Ah, so I wasn’t too late. She is pretty much surprised to see me (didn’t she hear doorbell and me calling her name?), but I am not wasting my time on greetings. I ran up to her, take a ****ing razor blade out her hand and flash it down the toilet. Yeah, flashing it down wasn’t a smartest idea, but when you under pressure, you can’t think straight very well. At least I couldn’t. She still has nothing to say, maybe I did it too fast or something. I take her out the bathtub and into her room. That’s where real fun begins.
“What the **** were you doing with a ****ing razor blade?” heh, I started to scream, what a stupid question. Maybe she was shaving her legs?
“**** you, you don’t know shit about my life. It ****ing sucks, I ****ing hate you! Everything is ****ing pointless,” well yeah, she cursed a lot.
You know, there are a lot of things in this life, which can piss me off, but there is only one thing that sets me into RAGE mode. I hate people who want to commit suicide, ****ing weaklings. When I heard her talking like that, I slapped her. Yeah, I slapped a girl, sue me. She again had that WTF expression on her face, but it was gone in the next second and she started to bitch even more. I slapped her again and started to scream at her. I am bad in speeches, that’s because I have a little confidence in my English abilities, you know, having accent and all. I guess it didn’t stop me from giving one at that moment. I started to go on about why she throws her life away because of some dump shit. She tried to say something about how her parents hate her, they are not letting her hanging out with her new “friends”, how everything is miserable and some other crap. **** that, I reminded her that these parents raised her, gave a roof, gave her food, gave her everything. Wow, they are trying to protect her from idiots who will waste their lifes away. Anyway, I told her about a lot of things, many of them she didn’t want to hear, but you can’t live in a denial all the time. So she ended up crying and asking me to help her somehow. Oh and I did just that.
First thing, I tore down all those ugly poster from her room. The next thing is, I took all her cloths (most of it was black now) and trashed it, same thing with CDs and other goth crap. She was just watching how I broke everything in her room. After that I said “we are going shopping”, and we did just that. I took her to the mall, in Macys, Gap, etc., so at least she will dress like a normal person. I spend about $1500 on her that day. Hey, we even got her hair color back (she was blond before she went goth).
Shopping took us all day long, so we got back home in the evening. I made her apologize to her parents, and to our friends afterwards. I don’t really regret spending tons of money on her, at least I got friend back.
Does it count as life-saving experience?
