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"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.
Martin shuffled to his feet un co- ordinativly, his heart was still racing from his nightmare. As he reached for his water bottle, just about to unscrew the cap, rustling noises disturbed him.
As the clock ticks down. All I hear is my heartbeat. Ringing in my ears. Louder and louder. My nerves are shot. I'm physically shaking. Just the thought makes me sick. But it's got to be done.
That boy Erutàron strolls, to Ondine seems a troll. Haven't eaten in a week, seeing her feet appearing under the spangles, feel like a crime chewing on a bunch of mosses.
I stared at him and I couldn't believe my eyes. Gulping, I took a deep breath and walked over to the two bunks which were sitting above one another.
Scare tactics won't work with me. I don't care if I die, just you see. For all I care you could threaten me with a knife. But let's faces it, I'm another one life.
I try to speak, but cannot. They look at me like I don't want to answer them. It's not like I don't want to speak, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out.
The car sped through the city. Mr. Immalatekid was getting late again. He was speeding and speeding.
The tip of the sharp knife is hanging above my pale neck. I breathe in heavily and inhale the thick smoke from the attackers cigarette. It makes me cough and splutter.
Tell me what you feel like. Blow the devils whistle. Tell me how it's going to be like. Do you want to shoot a gun. Tell me how you like it. The good and bad mixing. Tell me how you got it.
Live on with your gold and riches,. Inside I know you're all stitches,. Live on with that fake smile,. I laugh it'll be gone in a while,. Live on speaking those kind words,.
A pretence of sleep, a steady breath. Your touch is warm and full of love But I remain cold. There is love here, but patience is thin And we are stretched out.
You're so sly, Don't even try. You think you've got a hold, If I ever find out my story was told.
As I left this morning, I turned away from my house feeling a fresh start, in the fog I felt a overpowering aura as if I was of to a good beginning.
Then I realised where we were. I almost was sad as I turned to face John who had limped to the door. "Why this place" I asked. This is the place where we first met - and where I dumped him.
I thought I would write about my feelings, at this moment in time. I'm lying. Slowly drifting into the next day on a relaxing ride known as slumber.
You know, when he enters the room, now there's going to a brawl. Death on two wheels, under the dead moon. You creep in fear, when he makes you crawl. He is the ace of spades, the one everyone hates.
On the rain-slicked road to nowhere I see reflections of my past. I know they cannot get me if I'm going really fast. If the friction doesn't slow me and the sparks don't set me alight.
Holding the cards in her hand. She glances at those close by. Giving a little smirk. They are wondering why. She sits there, watching each turn. Soon it'll be her turn next. Little do they know.
Chapter One It was cold & it was also my first day at school. But it choose to rain either way. I ran from the car with my bag held over my head, shielding me from the dampness.
The face of the tube Is a stranger Impervious to the last lips I kissed To the mother I love To her hair and smile To me, as I am, every night, as I tremble. I to him am the wall.
Dying in every breath, sexual in every sound. Ripples in her milk bath, as clandestine dreams pound. Her eyes in a tactful dance, her truths fed to the leopard chance, hungry cat in awesome advance.
I'm singing in the rain, through my disbelief and pain. Caught, trapped, stricken and strapped. Held tight, without a fight, sat up right.
Not sure if anybody is still reading these, and sorry for the wait if you are, but here it is. :) 6 likes for part 7.