‘Fatality’.
Nice word. Usually.
I like to cause it a lot. Usually.
But just now – if there’s a sixth sense, then that’s it.
Listen up. It means to suffer death from accident and disaster, right? But one who suffers it is also called a fatality, and the one who causes it? – also called a fatality. Villain, victim and the violence itself, all fucking embroiled together.
Plus, nice touch – it also means determined by fate. Inescapable, in that ‘shit, something’s coming for you’ kinda way.
And having got a taste of that, it therefore means doomed – by fate – to death by disaster. Inevitable, in that ‘shit, you’re totally fucked’ kinda way.
And so it’s an end as well. Finality, futility – finale. Inexorable.
Six senses of the word. Now, I’m not good with the whole feeling emotions bullshit. But I do have some fucking sense, and I do have fucking senses, and I fucking sense the doom rolling in here. Six-fold. Amelia, Brix, Jonathon, Europe, death, destruction.
Smell the fatality.
Thing is – in what sense? Am I going to see it, suffer it or cause it? Is it fated, fatal, or the finish?
Wanna know what the future holds for me?
I see dead people.
Musings of a High School Vampire 