Beginning of Prologue
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of kitanda lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are wewe awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had alisema to him ever so quietly. “What brings wewe so early this morning to my house? And who even let wewe in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did wewe go to kitanda last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And wewe know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the juu of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if wewe want to wewe can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my kitanda picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I alisema over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey au curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed kwa this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t songesha because he was frozen stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream duka from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are wewe okay, pumpkin? wewe seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a sekunde time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right inayofuata to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I alisema still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove mbele and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of kitanda lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are wewe awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had alisema to him ever so quietly. “What brings wewe so early this morning to my house? And who even let wewe in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did wewe go to kitanda last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And wewe know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the juu of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if wewe want to wewe can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my kitanda picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I alisema over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey au curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed kwa this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t songesha because he was frozen stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream duka from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are wewe okay, pumpkin? wewe seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a sekunde time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right inayofuata to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I alisema still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove mbele and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
wewe can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But wewe and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though wewe are not with me,
I can feel wewe with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That wewe are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
wewe are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
wewe can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But wewe and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though wewe are not with me,
I can feel wewe with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That wewe are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
wewe are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of wewe may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
au even my worst enemies.
This mwaka I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
au even my worst enemies.
This mwaka I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 vitabu I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually kusoma it!!!One siku i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
friends stick by you
kwa AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but wewe are always there
in her way.
wewe scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
wewe laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick kwa my friends. Help stop bullying!
pheonix
Me & Alyssa three days before she was kidnapped. Alyssa is the one on the bottom.
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron quince años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron quince años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
