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Little piece of you All of my parents have died, some of them still walk around like nothing has happened, like they are still alive but I have mourned for them already.
Chapter one | part one My name is Molly Jackson. I was Thirteen when my father went to prison, Your probally wondering why, Because he abused me and my two sisters Ali and Gina.
Chapt 3, part 1 --------- through Martha's eyes----------------- I herd the yelps and cries of pain through the door. Then suddenly there was silence. Nothing. I burst into the room.
Her royal Highness, Princess Leila of house Halmeuth, gazed wistfully as the raindrops fell across the glass scattering the coloured design into a boastful array of beauty. In disgust she turned away.
I see you sitting there, curled up in that ball are you ok on your own. would you like me to call someone for you.
Chapter 2, part 1, --------- through lily's eyes--------------------- "what did they do?" Martha asks. I don't speak because I dont know why they did it.
--- Little bit of a story I wrote. Not got a name for it yet. More coming soonish.
Lights where glaring across the room. I heard a faint beeping near me and people talking. My eyes finally adjusted and my surroundings where unfamiliar.
As a friend you were loving. Strong, fun, spontaneous. Foolish, eccentric and sociable. As a mother you were cold. Weak, unhappy, unpredictable. Embarrassing, scatty and lonely.
Daddy, why's your face all wet and red. Why's there blood under Mummy's nails. The screaming woke Teddy up And made him a-scared and pale. Who wished Death into the house And the other to Jesus' keep.
~2 weeks later~ I am now living with Mama in a crumbling down building called an apartment block. I don't like living here but soon we will be moving back to Japan.
Nearly 8 Years... It's been nearly 8 years since you left me. You are meant to be here still with me, to rescue me in my crises, to make my eyes smile again and to give me my Superhero cuddle.
Erin clutched the cross on her neck, then forced her eyes shut. She wished. For hope. Something that would save her from this wreck she had got herself into.
Why is it that everytime I have these bad dreams she's there. Why is it that every single time, I feel like I'm trapped in a hell-hole and there's no way out.
I walk into the nurses office. "I'm ready to leave. Dan has just left. See ya" I tell her. "Okay, bye Kyle." she says sweetly. I walk outside and catch up to Dan.
Tear me, rip me, slash me with those bloody threats, Like brittle knives, fangs grind and chew on newly cut wounds Bruise me, slap me, engulf me with your words, For I will get back up and take your...
I would like to start by stating that this story is the end to a struggle with psychological problems from what I had written prior.
Olivia particularly hated the day she went to her dad's,because he and her mum were divorced and Olivia's dad used to abuse her as a child.So there she went,in her mother's car traveling to her...
Was I four then.
"Stop!" I hear someone say behind me as I'm about to drag the sharp blade across my skin again. I look up into the mirror and see Tate's reflection staring back at me.
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping, apples falling from trees, and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autumn leaves.
White washed walls and festered sheets, An ancient home, the pattern repeats: I walk the halls, and smell that smell, A stomach-churning I can't quell.
There were once four children; Lula, Sloane, Mya and Colby. They all adored their older sister Cookie, who they visited every weekend. Cookie lived in a farmhouse.
I have been on this earth for just over thirty two years. In that time I haven't really given religion any real thought, other then what I had to at school.