YandereBlock

It took a while for me to get over what happened. Almost a year. Of course I left my room after a week in my emo corner but I hadn't recovered from the shock of finding out I was a robot. I kind of feel like I was acting like a child, what, with all the screaming and tantrums. Yeah, I was depressed, but I got used to the fact that I couldn't change. I remember that one time when I was sitting on my porch, reading some book about transmutation. It disgusted me to say the least but it was some form of literature and beggars a can't be choosers. It took a while but eventually I looked up and saw Rose standing there, her arms mangled into vines,

Don't be afraid to glare into the unmerciful eyes of death, Never give up! Not even when the one you face continues to push you face first into the mud, Never be too fearful of change, allow yourself to get over past mistakes as you move on in life, Anger is an emotion, it's okay to feel emotions, There a time and place for fun, as there is a time and place for business, If you feel like you're mothering everyone, talk to those you care about and try to promote a positive attitude change, Don't try to out-step everyone else, stay in sync with them and all will be balanced, Remember that just because you feel superior to everyone else, doesn't

Shh... Don't speak, for if you do, you are not listening. Don't utter a single phrase, don't think about what you are to say next. Just listen. Look around. Maybe you're in your room or outside sitting on a deck chair, but take the time to examine your surroundings. Look... Watch the insects as they fly entranced towards your bedside lamp. See how the birds greet each other in the form of soft calls, dancing over the treetops like long lost lovers. Realise that even when you're alone, you're not truly alone. Their words echoing through your head as you plunge deeper and deeper into thought. "Nobody listens!" That's what you always tell yourse

For the next five days I practically did nothing other than mope about in my room, ignoring all messages sent to me over pesterchum. I didn't come out and I didn't eat, not like I needed to. Hell, even my sister stopped visiting my room after the second day. (I kind of threw multiple books at her when she tried talking to me...) So, there I was, laying on my bed, angry at the world and with nothing to do but be the queen of moping. I could've gotten off my lazy ass and done something productive, but you would be slightly depressed too if you found out your own sister wanted to turn you into a tin can. I was pretty darn pissed and I wanted to

"Jodi..." Shut. Up. My head hurts! "Jodi." I told you! Shut up! Just be quiet! You keep your thoughts to yourself, and I'll keep mine! "Jo-Di!" What? Just what do you want with me? I was honestly fine when I was dead! Or... Was I just asleep...? "Jodi!" "W-hat?" My voice cracked as I shot upwards, slamming my head against something hard. Shit... I heard a groan coming from beside me, immediately recognising the accent of someone familiar. Sara. What was she doing here? My brain felt dead so of course nothing like transmutation was actually on my mind at the time. Slowly... Oh so slowly, I opened my eyes. They hurt like hell, as if a thousand

Rose Lalonde. She never liked showing her emotions in front of people, she always thought that if she did, she would gain too much unwanted attention. But maybe, just maybe she really would've wanted it. Maybe, if she even showed a slather of emotion, they would understand her plight. She knows how they feel, and they know this likewise. However, she doesn't let them know that it forever haunts her. In her sleep, in reality. It plagues her mind, forever plunging her deeper and deeper into a never ending abyss of sorrow. Everyday, the young Lalonde is forced to live with regret over one person. Sure, she has Dave and maybe Kanaya but without t

"Hi sis?" I know, cheesy sentence but it was honestly the only thing I could say! You would be pretty skittish too if your sister attempted murdering you every other day. Also, she was creepy and I still hadn't gotten used to it after 13 whole years. With a cat-like grin on her white face and ratty, blond hair, she looked like the definition of axe murderer! Crimson blood stained her face and originally rose pink sports bra while her lower half was mutated beyond compare. Instead of legs, she modelled one thick spring in which she continued to bounce on despite how dangerous it was. Her hands were clawed with wooden stakes driven onto her pal

This world has always been cold. It's a world completely devoid of sunlight, so of course it would be like this. Clouds are always hovering over us, mocking us with their false promises of rain. If I could get away, I would. But this place is almost the exact replica of everywhere else, cold, dark and completely free of any warm emotions. Weather or not this world I do not belong in has always been like this is out of sight, out of mind and I'd rather keep it that way. Heh- you can't change the past after all. I've tried running from this hellhole of a hometown but my windows are nailed shut with malice and I cannot bring myself to hurt my ol