{ ALEXA} {REED} D1 done

Alexa Reed
you make me feel like
i've been locked out of heaven
for too long
for too long



Don't judge everything to harshly, it won't fix anything. You have to treat everything with care and love. That's what I used to think. That's what I used to think as an angel. I never would judge a book by it's cover. I would ve the way I am for the good of others. Now everything is different. I am a fallen angel. My wings have turned the color of black, and I have given up the life of the good old ways.

My name is Alexa, my full name is Alexa Reed. I am 17 years old and I am a fallen angel. I was once a pure hearted girl, I was once a friend of the world and now I have turned my wings into the color of coal. Now I am a dangerous monster, filled with hate and rage. I will never be the same.

My freinds are no longer in existence, because I have no friends, I don't need friends. No black soul needs one, we are people that live alone. well actually because of law I can't truly live alone yet. We have no more reason for being the people we were. I just need me and my knives ya you heard me right knives. They are my childs play toys.

I have a target set up in my room so I can practice, if I ever get reaped, you can bet that I won't be going back to hell. I am too good with the knives and other sharp objects. Those are my greatest joy, they help me serve the devil for ever. This is my life, and no one will be directing it.

Crazy is a relative word. There are many types of crazy and everyone is crazy. So if anyone tells me that I am crazy I totally agree, because they couldn't be more right. I'm the type of crazy where people want to lock me up. They want to make sure I don't rip anybody's vocal cords out. I am also the type of crazy they want to see in the arena. They want to send people like me to masacre others, and I'm totally fine with that.

You see for me it's no big deal for others thinking I belong in the arena with a bunch of whiney little kids with me. The thought of me chopping of their heads with my knife actually comforts me. It reminds me that I will always be better than the others. That is the truth. I come from district 1. I come from a stupidly rich family, that worries too much about me and my fucking safty. Why don't they get the point, I'm daredevil, safety is just another bitch that I don't want to have to put up with.

I hate my mom and dad, for thinking I'm odd. I hate my mom and and dad for thinking I need help. I hate my mom and dad for hating me. They think they can control every little step I take. They think they need to keep count of every single strand ob dirty blond hair on my head so I don't lose any of them. They think I'm a donkey that has no brain and no personal life. I hate them. I want to see them dead.Yet deep down inside, I know I wouldn't have the strength. I'm all words, but no guts. I am a fake. It's better to be feared than to be loved. That is what the mask is for. To make people think I could kill them with one blow, when I know I don't have the heart to.

I hate looking in the mirror, because it's a reminder of them. It's a reminder that I can see the resemblance in me and my parents to easily. I have my moms dirty blond hair. It's long and and goes to my shoulder. I wear it like that because my mom wears hers in a ponytail, no way I'm running around with one.

I have my dad's grey eyes. I have his eyes that can see miles into ones soul. I have eyes of an angel, only know they belong to a fallen angel. A once was an angel. My skin color is a mix of my fathers tanner skin and my mothers pale skin. A perfect mix, not too dark and not too pale. I truly have the looks of an angel.

I'm like the fairies. Haven't you heard the legends? They have the looks of an angel and the intentions of the devil. That's how you can describe me. I have chosen my life to be for the ways I like. Sharp objects, blood, and everything my parents never wanted me to be. For I am a fallen angel, I onced believed in this
Don't judge everything to harshly, it won't fix anything. You have to treat everything with care and love.


you make me feel like
i've been locked out of heaven
for too long
for too long

Lyrics: Locked out of Heaven by bruno mars
FC:Brittni Tucker
Plots: Fallen From Grace