Here For You | Chapter 2
With a ghostly scream piercing through the air, I shot up wide awake in my bed. Sweat made it possible for my blanket to stick onto me like glue.
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With a ghostly scream piercing through the air, I shot up wide awake in my bed. Sweat made it possible for my blanket to stick onto me like glue.
I remember when I was young My head was full of plans, My life was to be full of fun, Not for me any wedding banns.
These burns aren't going to fade. I'm scarred for the rest of my life. You've caused me so much pain, This shouldn't happen to your wife. You hit me with your fists, You scorch me with hot water.
I stare into the nothingness. I've lost track of time... That's easy when you're dead. I look at Tom and Sephy in turn.
#Household Every time I'm beaten, I'm bruised, we've broken ties; I cannot bear sunny days, Or cerulean clear blue skies.
I wake up inside the arena with no one there. How did this happen. No one is here and I'm just lying here, practically dying. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I am in a hospital or something.
My glass palace,. Its tallest tower reaches right up to the clouds. It is made entirely of glass,. Every window every doorway every passageway every item of furniture is made of crystal glass.
Here are the first two chapters in a novel that I'm writing called "Zella", which is the name of the main character. It is a book written in poems. Enjoy.
My get up and go, Just got up and went. I had some this morning, But now its just spent. A sign of my age some of you say, Two fingers. Up yours. I've the devil to pay.
I ran towards her crying as Luke called an ambulance. I cradled her in my arms and she just fell, if I picked up her arm, as soon as I let go it fell to the floor instantly.
@misslittleDHP Bully of my past Right across from me Does he remember What happened that day. What if he did. Would he hit replay. Or would he stop and Record over the bed memories. What if he didnt.
Sitting on a stool. The stool is dirty, coated with four layers of mud and gritt. It's been laying at the bottom of a lake for some time now... Mabey I have been laying in a lake for some time too.
"No. I'm coming with you." was my immediate reply. "I need to get underway as soon as possible, and anyway, I can help you get that kill." "Alright then. Get your bow, and be prepared to shoot for me.
I just stared at phone as I felt my world begin to crumble around me, I was only brought back to the present by Lucy calling me, 'Abby...Abby where are you?' I stumbled out side, not seeing properly...
I wake up each night and feel foolish Clutching my chest, I sob. You think all those times had prepared you - Nights like these you realise you were wrong.
#100days She leans over the side of the bridge, contemplating the events of the day, trying to ignore the noise behind her. It would be so easy to step up onto the ledge.
A shot is a shot, it doesn't matter from who's gun it came. I can't breathe when I think about it, I can't breathe. A leaded weight ties itself to my lungs and I just can't breathe.
'Hello. This is 999 What is your emergency. Which service do you require. Where are you currently. There's a man inside your house. Tell me is he armed.
The woods were dark and dank. Huge pine trees speared into the air everywhere you looked. The floor was coated in spiky pine needles making it uncomfy to sit or lie on.
I was left with only 3 senses. Touch, taste and smell, and let's face it - unless someone left a trail of food to lead us out taste was the least useful sense right now.
The hurt she carries suffocates her so. Life for her is one that she can't let go. Her unhappiness is hidden from all eyes. Look deep enough, you will hear the cries.
I came to you, When you called. And this is how you treat me. Well, I won't be fooled.
Chapter 48 We say again on our seats and said nothing. As we landed I looked out side. The sky was blue and I felt this energy running through me.
She twirls the sai around in her hand, the tip of the blade balancing on the tip of her finger as she smiles thinking about the past; from the night her mother was killed to the night she met her...