She couldnt believe it; within a few hours, Katherine had eaten dinner, brushed her teeth and waited in anxiety for Brian to get to her house. Then there was the casual check in the mirror to make sure her hair wasnt frizzing up or anything of the like. Her thoughts were filled with, what she considered, horrifying images of Brian getting lost or possibly him loosing interest of even taking her out. But why the worry when it was just a friendly meeting with the boy who proved to be very kind to her on her first day of school. Maybe that was the truth behind her current behavior.
The look on her step-fathers face was one ful
Kat found herself once again staring into the page of the diary that Catrina had given her. What the diary had to say, seemed pretty interesting to the girl, and she had completely lost track of time. It told of a story how the girl moved into the house she was in because her parents wanted her to have a better life. They also bought the girl a cat that died later on in the year. Catrina was torn by this and began cursing her father for killing him. Katherine didnt understand why Cat would put the blame on her father; it just didnt seem right. Katherines mother came in the room with a flushed look on her face. In truth she w
Meanwhile back at Red and Brians house, the siblings were playing a nice game of Uno in their living room. They were out of their school clothing and into much comfortable jeans and t-shirts to wear around the house and play. It looked like they were having an intense game of uno, Brian being in the lead and happy about it. He was down to seven cards, all reverses and draw two cards and the next play that Red played, Brian was sue that he would win. Red did something un-expected which caused Brian to have to go through his cards till he was down to the last one. He called uno of course and Reds next card was a draw four card. And
The next day, Kat was sitting in her bedroom, stroking what appeared to be an old journal of some sort. It was worn from over the years, and the cover was torn in the spot where the owner's name would've been. Kat didn't know where it came from or who it belonged to; all she knew was that her new friends in the basement were attached to it. While she was down in the basement, they had secretly given her the diary so that she may begin to write in it as they had.
The girls had come to her in her sleep and told her to open the diary; they were planning to pass their secrets to her. Kat had been waiting for the day when she would have friends w
Blood drips from the cool steel as its user sit there smiling in triumph. How beautiful it looked just lying there, the knife. But what was alluring about it, was how jagged the edge was. That was what the user was concerned about. All she wanted was to feel the pain of happiness once again. Yes, it was what she lived for; there was nothing else for her anymore, just that special knife that helped her to get rid of her fears.
Maybe there was some other way; but no, there wasn't. This was the only way for her to get true happiness. Others would call her crazy just to do it but she knew that they could never understand what she went through. N
One, two, three
Not again, this can't keep happening to me
Why can't you all just let me be
My only comfort was by myself under a tree
Now it's gone because you took it away
But it's my fault that I stand at bay
You're wrong, just leave me alone
How can you smile at me on your throne?
Is it because you love to see me in despair?
It would be better to rip out my lungs full of air
And stomp on them under your feet
To me, that would be greater than a treat
That would be my ultimate happiness
Being able to witness you squirming in your own mess
But somehow you find a way to get out if it
Why don't I just rip you apart bit by bit?
Where to start…
First, to my father who made a promise to love and protect me
Shame on you
Instead of being my guide towards the light and blocking all the pain
You beat me, tortured me, hated me and broke the trust I once had for you
I'm not you're daughter anymore
To my mother who I always love, no matter how many times you forget
You continue to hurt me
By not understanding what I'm going through and
Always going to others about our problems instead of asking me 'What happened?'
We're not close anymore…
To my sister who I knew I could trust and tell my deepest secret to
You crushed me
I thought you were my best friend, but in
The Mirror stares at me, all day long as I stare at it
It looks the same, and it makes the same movements that I make
When I walk away from the Mirror, the image walks away too
If I get angry, and shout at the Mirror, it does the same to me
Knowing that I can talk to the Mirror makes me laugh
Even if the Mirror has nothing to say, I just look at it
To have a live Mirror look at you all day, and never listen is cruelty
My live Mirror criticizes me, and always has something to say to me
When I try to talk to my live Mirror, it pushes me away
So most of the time, I'm by my self, looking at my idle Mirror
Wondering what did I do to dese
Darkness swam around my head
As I lay snuggled on my bed
I was quite happy and sound asleep
When my alarm frightened me with a screaming BEEP
Like many times before
I turned the alarm off and headed to the door
Arriving at the T.V. hoping school was out
Only to confirm that I had to go to school and got ready with a pout
Again I wanted to believe that the truth was wrong
But it wasn't, and this week would be long
After my morning candy, I'd have a more alert start
And after getting dressed, from my room I'd part
Till the day's curse was over and done
I would try to ignore the fact that I hadn't won
This battle was far from the e
Where to start…
First, to my father who made a promise to love and protect me
Shame on you
Instead of being my guide towards the light and blocking all the pain
You beat me, tortured me, hated me and broke the trust I once had for you
I'm not you're daughter anymore
To my mother who I always love, no matter how many times you forget
You continue to hurt me
By not understanding what I'm going through and
Always going to others about our problems instead of asking me 'What happened?'
We're not close anymore…
To my sister who I knew I could trust and tell my deepest secret to
You crushed me
I thought you were my best friend, but in
One, two, three
Not again, this can't keep happening to me
Why can't you all just let me be
My only comfort was by myself under a tree
Now it's gone because you took it away
But it's my fault that I stand at bay
You're wrong, just leave me alone
How can you smile at me on your throne?
Is it because you love to see me in despair?
It would be better to rip out my lungs full of air
And stomp on them under your feet
To me, that would be greater than a treat
That would be my ultimate happiness
Being able to witness you squirming in your own mess
But somehow you find a way to get out if it
Why don't I just rip you apart bit by bit?
Blood drips from the cool steel as its user sit there smiling in triumph. How beautiful it looked just lying there, the knife. But what was alluring about it, was how jagged the edge was. That was what the user was concerned about. All she wanted was to feel the pain of happiness once again. Yes, it was what she lived for; there was nothing else for her anymore, just that special knife that helped her to get rid of her fears.
Maybe there was some other way; but no, there wasn't. This was the only way for her to get true happiness. Others would call her crazy just to do it but she knew that they could never understand what she went through. N
The next day, Kat was sitting in her bedroom, stroking what appeared to be an old journal of some sort. It was worn from over the years, and the cover was torn in the spot where the owner's name would've been. Kat didn't know where it came from or who it belonged to; all she knew was that her new friends in the basement were attached to it. While she was down in the basement, they had secretly given her the diary so that she may begin to write in it as they had.
The girls had come to her in her sleep and told her to open the diary; they were planning to pass their secrets to her. Kat had been waiting for the day when she would have friends w
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So you must be getting annoyed of me disappearing and then re-appearing; I would to, lol. Please ignore my rant mood at the bottom....I just had some stupid crap happen to me lately and I'm pretty upset about it. I've been re-reading the Kitty series and I'm trying to pick up where I left off. I started doing some side work to get my mind off things and to try "lighter" prose instead of the stuff I write now. But we'll see what shall happen from now on with this series; I do plan on finishing it...so don't fret about that. Again thanks to my friends/watchers who stalked me about the Kitty series and I appreciate the floods of messages about i
Wow, work just get better and better. Soooo this is what was so awesome about today: first, we tell the person in charge of us "Hey guy, we're about to run into land because we're close to it" Well, he just shrugged his shoulders and laughed at us...then we hit land zOMG!!!! Who would've thought a +600 foot boat wouldn't do that? As if that wasn't the kicker I have a cold now with a sore throat and I get to play Mother Goose to new guy. I don't feel like it right now and he already made me made by ignoring my e-mails to keep in tough with him. Rawr. I want...ice cream...and I can't have any!!! *flails* I want to go home... T-T Oh well...on to
So I would like to extend an apology for those who want to know what's going on with me. My ship pulled out of port and I simply haven't had the time to even update too much of anything. But however, since I finally got a little flash drive, then it'll help me update here a little more often.
As far as the story goes, I think I'll hold off on the one I promised and finish the horror story up instead. I may or may not post it, but I just don't know. Hell, I don't feel like writing at all sometimes because it's just too much work to keep up with that, plus try to keep things off my mind. Maybe that's my problem...oh well I don't care.
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