Isn't life just the worst?

So blah blah I'm busy blah lots of negativity in life blah and so forth. So yeah, don't feel like doing much sims stuff because sadness makes me crave violent games. Populating my town and eventually writing the story I was planning to go with it will take even longer now, and I have that makeover of one of Aoxac's sims to do. I'll get to that eventually when I can stand to. But yesterday I did write a random short story for one of my slaves best buddy so I'll just post that here to leave some type of story.

      She used to smile. She was so goofy, it made everyone around her smile too. So fabulous too, she really was inviting it. And I know it was wrong but... I was kind of hoping for it. I wouldn't if I knew what it would turn her into! Her fashion is gone, sweats everyday. Before she would draw so much, so well, but now everything amounts to apathetic scribbles. Worst of all though, the light has left her eyes. I saw the moment it left.
       She was walking down the hall after school. The place was empty, I was leaning in a doorway waiting for a friend. Mr. Hall I think his name was, a substitute teacher, well he came walking out his classroom. His eyes foretold what would happen and dear God, I wanted it. He quickened his pace to catch up with her, engaged her in idle chatter about class. She was obviously awkward; it made it so much better. He said there was a spot on her shirt and reached for her. She tried to brush him off. So futile. She always was weak, one thing that never changed about her. Subtlility was over. He shoved her into the lockers, ripped off her clothes. I just watched. Dear God I just watched! I enjoyed it in fact! Entranced till the last second. When he was satisfied he composed himself and just left.

       She never smiled again.