My hate comes from pain.My insecurity is

My hate comes from pain.My insecurity is my weakness.I was surrounded by my regrets,consumed by loneliness,taken over by guilt,been left in darkness,hated by everyone i loved

finally live the miserable life that has been forced upon me for the past twenty-three years. However, no matter how determined I was to go through with this incredible plan,

I was pulled up short by the weather report. A deep low was 'rushing' towards Iceland, meaning only one thing--rain. My plan was, yes, incredible but in no way 'all weather'. I put

on my raincoat and galoshes, admiring myself encased in bright yellow as I passed the mirror and opened my front door. As I stepped outside, I couldn't help thinking

that if the rain continued to fall at this rate we would all be washed away by dawn. I made my way out onto the sidewalk which looked more like a raging river. Overhead a rainbow

arched, shining down in pity at the dismal scene below. "The Arc of the Covenant," I said to myself. A little old lady, pulling her skirt up out of the viscous mud, looked over and

shouted at me. She said, "Get ME OUT YOU STUPID LOONY 21st CENTURY PERSON. THANKS FOR GETTING ME HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!"

I was shocked at her uncharacteristic outburst. I tried pushing a stray curly tendril behind her ear. She slapped my hand away. "Shhh...there's nothing that can be done now," I

didn't care. I wanted to kill her now. I had a knife in my pocket. I took it out and slit her throat. Too bad.