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I collapsed to the floor, my feet were hurting now. I just gave up, couldn't move anymore. Within minutes I was on my hands and knees and I was coughing and spewing up blood.
I will not pacify you, to say I know how you feel. I will not cheapen your suffering, to say I understand. If it comforts you to know you are not alone, then know.
CHAPTER 12 I couldn't concentrate. I kept cursing Max's name. "Shut up Katrina." I growled, even though she hadn't said anything. She looked at me.
So we fought. You left me all alone. Now I'm in the bathroom. On the floor. Doors closed and locked. Just like my heart now. My eyes are red and puffy. My cheeks are wet. From all your insults.
This is my first story, hope you enjoy it. I counted the vibrations as my phone went off again, but ignored his call like I'd been doing for the past month.
Scars all over my legs, Scars all over my arms, Ugly reminders of bad times, Those past maims and harms. Scars all over my body, Scars all over my back, So many scars, I've lost track.
Under my bed he waits for me. I am falling asleep, against my own better judgement, the room, spinning. Sickness is evading me, thankfully. But my head, it tingles and jingles and spins......
Sorry guys it took sooo long but I was on holiday-and I still am-and there isnt really any internet!. x_x The only internet that is here has really crap connection!. X_X IM SORRY.
There was once a poor girl of twenty one, Hung on grief for the things she had done, Stripped of the child that she bore, There was nothing she wanted more, Than to find the forced father who'd run.
Can I be wrong for forgiving someone who wronged me horribly. Taking from me what was not given. Breaking what was unbreakable. Torturing what was given. Hating what was to be loved.
Take off the make up. Shed your disguise. Let's there be no more secrets. Let there be no lies. The make up is only a mask. To hide who you really are. The make up is a front. To hard your many scars.
I can't remember. What those dreams were about. Only bits and fragments. Giving me lots of doubt. I can't remember. But I'll do my best. To tell you why. They woke me from my rest. I can't remember.
Hunter called up the stairs "Aunt Donna and Josie and Max are coming for dinner." how am I supposed to have a normal family dinner after this. Josie and Max are my little cousins.
Right now I seem joyful and full of glee, but I will never forget what you did to me. I'll never understand why you continued to cause me so much pain, Even after knowing that I was going insane.
As the sound of his alarm resonated through his skull, he rose from the comfort of his bed and trudged immediately over to the coffee machine his mornings so dearly loved.
~Ian~ "We need to get him out of here," I told Alyssa, throwing Jonah over my shoulder. "God,he is heavier than he looks!" i groaned.
Fires bright edged flames. Burning up the walls. Wallpaper shrivels and the ceiling begins to fall. Charred black wood & smoke filled halls. Flames bursting the windows, smoke burns my throat.
#household The small chest, it lays in his closet. Hed never dared to open the thing, not since his minset Was overturned by sadness and tragedy But maybe in it lays the remedy.
I need to get out,of this place I call home. With its filth and its clutter It would make a queen stutter Where children are slaves,and I swear earth has nicer caves.
It's dark all around me but I can see a little dim light a few feet in front of me. I see a guy in a cage, he is gripping the bars, pulling with all his might. He can't get out.
Knowing that if I would go home I would be questioned what had gone on and if I told my parents they would go mental with me and I probably be kick me out of the house and I was hidden in a snicket...
JO Sephy's gone. It's just me and Tom. There are other people here, I can hear them. They're dead too. I'm dead. I think of my mother, my poor mother, and try and block out the screams of the others.
Sephy is writhing on the floor. Tom and I are standing there, shell-shocked. I've frozen, watching her scream and jerk spastically. Then, she's gone. Disappeared. With no trace.
I was twitching, strapped on a bed with a bright light shining in my eyes. I could feel myself start to foam at the mouth. My fingers were stretching.