The amount of sleep I got was not alot. I was always getting awoken kwa visions of Emily with other guys. I loved her alot. But I am not obsessed with her only a crazy person would. With her eyes and hair and mouth. Fine I guess I am obsessed a little. But she wouldn't go away. The fight over and over again.
August 12,2011.
"hey Emily look at this"! Emily ran to the Kay jewelry store at gasped at the new shipments of sapphire diamonds. "there pretty aren't they"? I asked her as she gasped at the colors. She nodded this time looking at me. "just like you". I said. She smiled and we kissed on the lips for a sekunde then continued scouring the mall. "Gage! OMG it's me Alisha"! I turned around to see my friend Alisha Summers. I winced. Emily looked mad. I'd never told her about Alisha. I acted like I didn't know her. "Gage we dated in junior high remember"! I just walked away. Emily walking 10 miles faster than me. "emily please listen that was nothing." Emily turned abruptly. "NOTHING"! she yelled. People stopped and looked at her and me. Emily walked away and out to the car. Inside Emily looked at me. "why was I never told"? She asked a few miles away. I scrambled for a answer. "well" she alisema impatently. "look Emily I dated her for two days" I lied. We actually dated until I saw Emily at my junior forensic tornement. Emily looked at me. "can we not have secrets anymore, please Gage?" I looked at her. I nodded and she continued to drive home. When I got to my apartment in my mailbox was a acceptance letter to the art institute of flordia. I sent the letter back and was ready to leave for collage inayofuata week. But me and my small mouth didn't tell Emily. She found out 5 min before I needed to leave. So it was a fight started. "this is better for us"! "us"! "there is no us!" but now Emily.
I bolted upward. Darla was sitting inayofuata to me. She looked worried. "are wewe okay Gage"? She asked me sipping her morning coffee. I nodded "you okay looked like a bad dream last night". She looked away. "yeah it was." I heard a populiar song kwa Rhianna. I think it was Rude Boy. It wasn't mine. Darla picked up her phone. "hey girl why are wewe up so early"? Dina spoke into the phone. Her expression quickly turned to despair. "Gage the tv! Put it on the 8:00 news!" I did as I was told. On the televisheni was wreck and policecars and ambulances. The anchor alisema a girl of 20 was caught in the wreck. Darlas expression showed tears in her eyes. Then on th tv was a young girl with long hair and brown eyes. Darla screamed"EMILY NO!" yes it was Emily. She was in the hospital for cracked ribs dislocated shoulder and blown ears and the ribs peirced her heart. I couldn't beleve my eyes. Darla was crying hard. I switched off the tv and actually started crying too. After crying Darla and I drove in a rented car to the DeQuincy Memorial Hostipal. Inside Darla and I were in pain of how horrible she looked. It was my worst fear. She only had 1 zaidi siku to live.
August 12,2011.
"hey Emily look at this"! Emily ran to the Kay jewelry store at gasped at the new shipments of sapphire diamonds. "there pretty aren't they"? I asked her as she gasped at the colors. She nodded this time looking at me. "just like you". I said. She smiled and we kissed on the lips for a sekunde then continued scouring the mall. "Gage! OMG it's me Alisha"! I turned around to see my friend Alisha Summers. I winced. Emily looked mad. I'd never told her about Alisha. I acted like I didn't know her. "Gage we dated in junior high remember"! I just walked away. Emily walking 10 miles faster than me. "emily please listen that was nothing." Emily turned abruptly. "NOTHING"! she yelled. People stopped and looked at her and me. Emily walked away and out to the car. Inside Emily looked at me. "why was I never told"? She asked a few miles away. I scrambled for a answer. "well" she alisema impatently. "look Emily I dated her for two days" I lied. We actually dated until I saw Emily at my junior forensic tornement. Emily looked at me. "can we not have secrets anymore, please Gage?" I looked at her. I nodded and she continued to drive home. When I got to my apartment in my mailbox was a acceptance letter to the art institute of flordia. I sent the letter back and was ready to leave for collage inayofuata week. But me and my small mouth didn't tell Emily. She found out 5 min before I needed to leave. So it was a fight started. "this is better for us"! "us"! "there is no us!" but now Emily.
I bolted upward. Darla was sitting inayofuata to me. She looked worried. "are wewe okay Gage"? She asked me sipping her morning coffee. I nodded "you okay looked like a bad dream last night". She looked away. "yeah it was." I heard a populiar song kwa Rhianna. I think it was Rude Boy. It wasn't mine. Darla picked up her phone. "hey girl why are wewe up so early"? Dina spoke into the phone. Her expression quickly turned to despair. "Gage the tv! Put it on the 8:00 news!" I did as I was told. On the televisheni was wreck and policecars and ambulances. The anchor alisema a girl of 20 was caught in the wreck. Darlas expression showed tears in her eyes. Then on th tv was a young girl with long hair and brown eyes. Darla screamed"EMILY NO!" yes it was Emily. She was in the hospital for cracked ribs dislocated shoulder and blown ears and the ribs peirced her heart. I couldn't beleve my eyes. Darla was crying hard. I switched off the tv and actually started crying too. After crying Darla and I drove in a rented car to the DeQuincy Memorial Hostipal. Inside Darla and I were in pain of how horrible she looked. It was my worst fear. She only had 1 zaidi siku to live.
Are wewe bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime wewe serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, jiunge this uandishi compeition! I will orodha five bila mpangilio genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all wewe have to do is write a short story from a genre au theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. shabiki Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. anime (For shabiki Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 heshima and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. shabiki Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. anime (For shabiki Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 heshima and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him kwa the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have zaidi energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him kwa the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have zaidi energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one wewe upendo in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the inayofuata siku will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my upendo ...is my rival....Time has stopped to wewe as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if wewe keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... au one siku you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so mwepesi, teleka
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow wewe take life's inayofuata test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not imba loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. au maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so mwepesi, teleka
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow wewe take life's inayofuata test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not imba loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. au maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired kwa Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story ilitumwa here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written kwa a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written kwa a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?