These side affects were takeing a toll on the hero gradually wearing him down, the doctor took the hero in as his own careing for him and makeing sure he was brought up well, "Two year's have passed since that night." the hero thought to himself as he got up out of постель, кровати to start what seemed like a normal summer день "Boy where are Ты it's time to start work!" excalimed the old man as he knocked on his door "Eh... I hate mornings." сказал(-а) the hero as he got up out of постель, кровати getting dressed to start another day. With the sun bareing down on them it seemed as if hell had found it's way to Siege "Are we almost done?" asked the hero in anoyence as he he levaraged himself on his shovel "Haha already tired boy?" laughed the old man still shoveling dirt, this was the hero's first день at work he was excited but little did he know it was digging graves in the blistering heat, the old man was always fond of the grave yard being he use to be a preist before he settled down, while the hero was shoveling he noticed an amulet sparkleing in the sun light underneath an old rotting дерево "Hmm...? what's this?" he picked the amulet up looking it over, from what he could tell it seemed old with scratch marks on it and was all scuffed up, he stuffed it in his pocket for later. день turned to night it seemed they had been digging graves for eternity, walking back Главная from a long day's work the passed by his old house, "Hmm... what happened there?" asked the hero stopping for a moment "Oh that used to be some necromancer's Главная some people say he died in the burning so no need to worry." replied the old man continueing to his house "Oh...." the hero couldn't help but wonder who the necromancer was "Why do I get this feeling as if I have been here before?" he thought to himself noticing the old man was half way down the road "Hey, wait up!" exclaimed the hero running after the old man. Opening the door to their Главная they noticed a letter on the таблица "Hmm? what's this?" the old man opened the note Чтение but is shocked "The....they are going to take my house away from me!" the old man started clutching his chest gasping for air "Doctor!" the hero cought the doctor before he fell to the floor "Doctor are Ты okay?" asked the hero as he looked at him seeing he had just had a сердце attack, the hero helped the old man to the постель, кровати sitting by his постель, кровати side all night hopeing he was going to live. Worried if the old man was going to make it through the hero felt lost, the old man took him in and showed him what it was like to have a normal life for once being a father figure to him, he clutched his fist "I....I won't let Ты die me!" exclaimed the hero thrusting his fist into the wall, the noise could be heard from a block away, the women who found the hero heard the commotion hurrying to the house worried, "Hello is is everyone okay?" asked the girl knocking on the door, the hero answered it with a depressed look on his face with tear's running done his beat red cheeks "He..." the hero stutered slightly trying to get the word's out "Who, what happened? asked the girl as she grabbed hold of the hero shakeing him "He....he didn't make it.." replied the hero as he fell to his knee's stareing at the floor as his tear's fell, "Who didn't make it?" she asked as she made her way around the house wondering where the old man was, she finally found him in постель, кровати as a cold breeze blew through her hair from the open window, she stood by his постель, кровати side with shivers danceing down her spine "No.... it can't be.." she сказал(-а) soon as tear's rushed down her cheek as well, the hero entered the room and stood beside her "I.... couldn't do anything.." he сказал(-а) clutching his fist once again. Looking at the hero tear's flowing like river she grabbed hold of him, pulling him closer as she burried herself in his chest, he wrapped his arm's around her "Heh come on now don't cry one of us has to be strong here." сказал(-а) the hero as he looked at her beat red face, "... I know.... but he always took care of me." she replied stareing back at him. They headed to the кухня sitting down at the table, the hero began Чтение the note "Dear Esher, We have reason's to suspect Ты are harboring a demon with-in you're house hold, we the town church commity are comeing to claim you're house to further investigate." the hero fell silent as his сердце began beating faster "That impossible there is no demon here... how could they even think that!" she exclaimed looking over at the hero.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one Ты Любовь in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the Далее день 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 Любовь ...is my rival....Time has stopped to Ты as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Остаться в живых almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if Ты 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... или one день you'll snap
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the вверх of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, Ты can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But Ты did! Ты tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to Ты anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are Ты saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
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 быстрый, стремительный, свифт
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow Ты take life's Далее test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Пение 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. или 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 быстрый, стремительный, свифт
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow Ты take life's Далее test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Пение 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. или maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired by 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 Опубликовано here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written by a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Ангелы 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 Бабочки with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written by a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Ангелы 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 Бабочки 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?
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good день sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my Книги to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good день sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my Книги to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.