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Chapter 39 I ran as fast as I could in the dark. John was too busy with his knee I managed to run away from him. He kept calling my name but I ran. As I came home I unlocked the door.
and time stopped. there was shouting but no sound. a rush of anger pulsed through me. it felt as though my heart stopped but I can hear it beating so very fast.
"Now can I see your pain, I'm sorry. Goodbye." My voice broke. "But - You can't do this. No, baby. Please. I fucking swear I care!" The tears where running freely. I muffled a sob, trying to keep...
Adams face fell, he knelt down beside me he silently.
The rest of the honeymoon flew by in a blur of colour, sounds and heat. We flew home a week later, Adam and I were still trying for a baby, but weeks were turning to months and I was starting to...
Inspired by @Fly10 post titled "Dark Water" Warning. It's a tough, emotional read.
Trapped under the surface, Hands around my neck. Flashbacks of my life seem more like a train wreck. The darker side of life, which most only read.
Red ink, Or maybe pink. Convincing myself it's not blood, But more likely red mud, It could be paint. No.
A bruise from each touch, Words scar your skin, Bleeding from a look. Your fragility defines you, More than it should. When cotton wool and bubble wrap break your skin, How can I protect you.
After about an hour of basic horse Care training we tacked back up and loaded up the supplies. I help Tom up onto lightning and handed him the reighns I patted lightning comfortingly on the kneck.
Can you do it. Can you really look me in the eyes and say those words, the ones that would break me. Can you, my closest friend, do that to me.
Every night she cries herself to sleep. She feels like she has no one but herself. She's been hurt too much to trust anyone again. Her favorite place is her room.
There was once a perky little hearted girl who would loved to sing, who loved to dance, and she loved to twirl her imagination round and round.
I have written a bit more of my story, so here it is. Phillip Sherratt sits at the bar, his dark hair ruffled; his chestnut eyes cast downwards in sorrow. I approach in caution, wary of him.
I looked at her face. Her blue eyes that were so intricately and perfectly formed that they looked almost crystalised.
I wish someone would tell me "Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear." But I got no one to tell about these tricks, these stupid endless nights. I smile, turn my head, and realize nobody's...
He's happy with his new ragdoll Such a pretty little thing, Even when he throws her around He knows how to pull her strings.
It's becoming real, That shadow of a fear, Setting in, settling, Finding a place in my heart, In which to nestle And spreading through my veins, Crawling across my skin To the ends of my...
...and I saw how he ran to catch her. I saw the expression on his face, how for a second looked as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He was going to lose everything.
Tragedy rests on the wind. Carried on cold breath. You're falling into my arms. Mere moments before kissing death. Unspoken, shallow words. Rest lightly on pale lips. Soundlessly falling to the floor.
My gown sits there, pristine, perfect and elegant, nothing like me. Silent tears run down my face, taking my mascara with them.
The gut instinct Told her Something wasn't right The numbers The lipstick On the collar, was a fight A fight Within her That she didn't want to admit Life with him A lock and key That had ceased...
In a little black box I keep everything precious to me. People can't see it but it's there carefully hidden in plain sight right in my heart, away from danger under lock and key, I long ago threw...
Words supplied by @misslittleDHP Your actions blew through my Heart, like a WIND stripping A TREE of it's leaves and left it BARE, empty cold and ALONE.