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PART #2 With a ghostly scream piercing through the air, I shot up wide awake in my bed. Sweat made it possible for my blanket to stick onto me like glue.
Chapter 4 But I don't I dream of that I dream of the rescue mission that put my life in danger. I wake up covered in tears and sweat not registering where I am.
Chapter 33 James side. I managed to fly. I was tiered. I was sick, the pain made it difficult to get back to Alice. I screamed of the pain on the way to her. I wanted to let it out.
She said it was entirely my fault. I don’t see how do you. I guess you probably wouldn’t say even if you could. She said if it wasn’t for me it wouldn’t have happened at all. No sympathy at all.
How do you do it. Just pretend it's alright, Carry on like nothing happened, Just pretend that I lied, How do you do it.
He cried. It felt as though nothing worse could ever be, and he cried, no, spewed tears. The feeling of the crying wasn't too dissimilar to the nausea he felt during the attack in the playground.
Drag me down into the darkness. Watch me as I scream and cry. Laugh and tell me I'm loveless. Then leave me to slowly die. They enslave me in chains. Bound by the wrist. Tightening on my veins.
#TheOpussDead The worlds dead to me. I float about the empty house. I'm going to kill myself soon. My parents are dead, lying in the living room with glazed eyes.
@Nom For the themed challenge: #opusswings Emma awoke from her nap. She felt better, she felt the dark cloud had lifted but something was wrong, she couldn't feel anything.
Chapter 13 "It started with a whisper and that was when I kissed her, then she made my lips hurt..." That's my phone, ringing. Hey, I love that song okay?.
Mom says I have so much hate within me; that's it's not good; life's too short for it. When a woman writes about rape turning into a love story; name me a reason, to take my head out of the lavatory.
My body was still shaking violently after what seemed like hours. I tried to keep my mind occupied but my thoughts always ended up back on Sarah.
Chapter 9 It was coming from my elbow. Not the worst place to get hurt, but pretty painful. There was a deep gash from where it looks like a fine slice of ice cut through. I wince when I touch it.
I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you.
Bang. Lydia was falling, falling. Boom. Lydia hit the ground, oh how it hurt. She grew blind. All Lydia could see was red, seeping into her eyes, into her mouth, covering her.
My name's not Eric, but I got top pick. Yeah. You read the title it's ruddy sick.
Chapter 8 The light is small and it scans everywhere. It comes closer and closer and finally hits me it scans over me again and again and then it stops right at my stomach.
I heard my heart beat on a machine, I was so scared. I opened my eyes an saw all my family surrounded by me, but no Harry. Harry. "Darling.
I let myself drift in and out of a light sleep, but I was always aware.
"He told me to help him." Marcus whispered, a look of pure fear written all over his face. Lydia gasped. "You mean..?" "Yes." Marcus sighed. "I used to be very good friends with Jonah.
I'm in too deep to be reached this time, don't wade in to save me, you may drown in the river of my blood which is dripping from my wrists and trip over the fragments of my heart.
I don't remember much of the night my parents and brother were taken from me. My mind is still hazy in some areas, just like the smoke against my eyes.
Chapter 7 Very short. Sorry will be longer next time. ׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× "Toby!" I scream again, no responce. He seemed to be lost somewherw deep in thought, drowning out my every word.
Her lips stained red, her cheeks pale pink. Her mascara running down her chin and into the sink. Her hair is a mess and she pulls a strand out, liner smudges a bit and she gives a little pout.