D2 // NOLLAMARA WILKES CREST [DONE]

"Nolla, such silly fantasies must rid themselves from your mind."

"Why father? Why not dream of a world that is so much better then what you see?"

"Oh, my dear Nolla... Reality is here and now, fantasies and dreams bring nothing, but depression and fasle hope."

I never believed that.

I have always believed that our dreams set us apart. You cannot do deeds and seek gifts of you do not dream, dreams create ideas and impression, they hold us to our beliefs, hell, they create our beliefs, they are the base of everything we have, they create each and every one of us and without them humans, us, we would be nothing more then non-exsistent beings with an inability to think. (Some of us have already reached that standard, however) Books, stories, legends and fairytales all come from ideas, but without the assistance of a dream they would be nothing.

My fathers words still echo in my head, they had come from a tender side that I believe I would and have never seen again. Now there is nothing, but a harshness and cruel edge to everything he says and does. Although in my family that is nothing new. Now I fold my world in dreams and fantasies in the hopes that it will become reality and the world around me may for once satisfy my desires.

I let such ideas plague me in the hopes that they will not only stop my hurt and betryal, but also satisfy my desire for revenge on those sluts that ruined me. Dreams to me are more then an escape from the horrors of my ruined life, they let me have a fantasy world, where I get to be the person I once was and where my parents and friends are kind to me, I rule this world, just as I once had. I will get it back even if I have to pry it from their cold dead hands.

While I wait for those fantasyies to come true I sit in front of my long mirror and imagine that I am in that place, a place where my long curly red hair was everything that they wanted, where my bright brown eyes were all the rage. "Nolla, what should we wear? Does this look good? Does my bum look too big in this?" The echo of questions that were once thrown at me ring in my mind, questions that I answered, becuase I was their leader.

"Does my butt look big in this?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"But look at those curves, it's like a balloon."

"FUCK. You LOOK FINE."

"That's all you needed to say."

I've begun to suspect that that is the most I will ever get from one of them, question, question, response, never good enough. I would often curl my perfect red lips in a smirk of disgust and contempt at there stupidity. They were always stupid and I could remember every time they said such incolent things that made me grin, laugh and scowl in hate. Maybe it wasn't only their fault why I left, why I was kicked out. But I could never believe that I'm me, I'm a fucking bitch. Fucking Nolla Crest.

As if my words had satsified them, or angered them they would shut up and I would carelessly flick my ruby red hair over my shoulder in a show of forgovness at their idiocy. They smiled with a hint of relief and I once more had to hold in a laugh at there stupidity. They were always pathetic and stupid, they had no brains. (I, however did have a brain and a big one at that. Check out my fist, it's asbig as my brain.) They could be cruel mean bitches, but they were not smart, they were pathetic and stupid, honestly I don't know how I ever got mixed in with them, but I still crave there idiolising looks.

I still crave revenge for what they did.

A long time ago I was thrown out from a group of girls, people who I thought were my friends, they shoved me away becuase of a little thing I had done. They burned my in a way that left my bubbling with a hate, with an anger and passion that I had do quench, I wanted to kill them. FUCKING OSLO and her whores. She ruined my popularity and mu life. She ruined everything that I had she took it away from me with her hands, that skank. She will regret the day she ever turned on me and stole my spot in that group, she will ru the day that she did that. My face will be the last thing she will ever see.

Afterall, I am a career, I have trained to kill all my life, so I will kill Oslo. I will humiliate her, she will be mine.

I bet you are all wondering what I did. I bet you all want to know why the fuck this is happpening to me, why I want to go all ninja and kill that slut. Well, I'm sorry to upset you, but that is my secret and if you want to know... Look in the burn book. But if I ever ever hear you talk about me, you will find a blade between your ribs.