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Pounding heart. Syringe in my sweaty hand. I close the elevator gate, no turing back now. It starts up with a creak and begins rattling its way down the dim shaft.
-Stella- The noise. To most people, it would sound like sweet music, but I couldn't stand it. The lyrics, the melody, the tempo, the everything. Then he threw a rock at my window.
Chapter 22 " who I am?!". He sounded angry. As if it was my fault. He went to the bed again. Zipped the bag. It was closed and I had no idea what he was hiding. " please leave, I don't want you here.
Can I tell him I know Kung Fu. Can I tell him to watch out. Can I tell him I once watched a man die After I tasered him in the mouth. Can I call him nicknames Like Beefcake, Psycho and Pimp.
One day, I will be the boss, One day, I will reign supreme, One day, It will be your coin I toss, One day, I will make you scream.
I step into the bathroom, on the tiles of dazzling white There is no way I can tell the events that are insight.
#nightdwellers Hang on, mate... Someone just knocked At my door. No - I'll stay on the phone... Bloody lock is stiff again. Only a prank caller. Yup.There was no-one there. Yeh..
No touch required I'm already yours So openly So willingly Here to please you In any way that you wish Your desires become my own As we fulfil each other Why is it only you Who can effect me in...
The waves beneath crash to the side of us as if we were in war. Trying to break our defences down. Roaring trying to deathen us. I was sat there the chating around me became one vocie.
#nightdwellers Ever met someone So strange that You want to hide Or take a closer look. This guy at a bar Speaks to me through Morose, Monday beers And says, quietly: "Cheer up, boy.
It's a building full of princesses and compassionless toads The walls weep with the shrieks of the girls and cry out at the slurs of the boys The foundations rumble with the stamp of fashionable...
You called me All night Until it bled Daylight I listened once Maybe twice Things you said Not nice You stick around Even though You say You'll go I hear Your voice Mock me Your choice Is it...
I've just taken a step forward, An uncomfortable leap but a necessary one. Awaiting the response is killing me.
They told me I wouldn't regret it. That'd I'd be so so happy. So I did it.. And all my nerves felt like they were going to explode. My chest hurt and I wanted to sleep. I knew the answer.
Oh I think This game of dare Isn't going Anywhere So why don't we Up the stakes And watch the risks The other takes Is it love.
Her body freezes in place, her eyes locked onto the face of the one in the window.
Chapter 5 I was just about to ask him why he was being so nice to me when is brother. The black haired one came in.
How much would it take for you to break. How many drilling lies and fakes, Could you stand before you drown. Before they pull you down. How much pressure would it take For your mind to bake.
Dear Squatter The security system won't let me in. What are the codes new that you have changed it to. I hope that stuff about all the sex is just crazy stuff made up in your head.
I want you to be blinded by my love, so you can't see it. I want you to be deafened by my words I want to say, so you can't hear it. I want you to be paralyzed by my touch, so you can't feel it.
Prologue The clinking of the dice was the only sound in the room. The air all but crackled with tension and passion. It oozed out of each player.
Sweaty palms held tight on his warm set of keys. His heartbeat went faster, he could hear it. He could feel it.
The spider could see me now, I knew it could. I could feel its eight beady black eyes fixed on me. I daren't move through fear of bringing it closer.
"Get up!" cried my mum who was lying in bed watching the morning news. I shot out of bed quickly and I washed, dressed and brushed my hair into a neat plait.