2 July 2012
"M-Marcus," she whispers.
"You...you are here."
"Of course," he said softly.
"I won't leave you, dear."
And Tasha starts crying,
For the tenth time that week.
'Til a bloodied hand comes
And touches her cheek.
"Stop it, my lovely.
I hate when you cry.
Is that the last sight
I will see when I die?"
"I don't *want* you to die,"
Tasha sobs, good and loud.
Evil girl stands near,
With her head deeply bowed.
"It's not your fault,"
Marcus's voice softly rings.
"The stuff that you did
Was just silly, mean things.
You meant no harm,
And this I know.
Now, evil girl,
I ask you to go."
"But you're...dying,"
she whispers,
"Because of something I've done...
What happened? What happened?
Don't tell me to run.
Tell me how it happened.
Tell me why you're dying.
So I can stop doing it,
Instead of just denying."
"I'll tell you what happened.
It's because of me.
He did it for ugly
Old Tasha McFee.
And why, you ask?
Because I was trying to die.
And in front of the
Oncoming train he did fly.
He's dying for me.
Because I was in pain.
I was being selfish,
And now he'll be slain."
And Tasha's in hysterics.
Evil girl cannot look.
Her heart, it is racing.
"A boy's life...I took."
And she walks away,
The world crashing down.
Debris all around her.
She cannot bear the sound,
Of poor Tasha's sorrow.
And what she has done.
And what was it for?
To have a little fun?
"What's wrong with me?" she asks.
"Why am I so cruel?
Why do I hurt everyone
At Lincoln High School?"
The Girl With Those *Eyes* (P22) • Opuss № I