I starred down at the skinny "liar" in my hands.I couldn't be pregnant.Pregnancy test could be wrong right?At that moment I didn't know whether i should scream или pass out."What happened to perfect little Annie?" I thought to myself."The one who had gotten into a ivy league school and would be attending in the fall?Well she was gone now,along with her virginity."
In case Ты hadn't figured it out already,I'm Annie,Annie Green and I'm PREGNANT!Shivers went down my spine as the words echoed in my head.This was my fault;and Emett's of course.Emett is the "thing's" father."That's even if I have a "thing" inside of me."I guess we should of used a condom?That doesn't even matter now,because its too late.
"Binnnnnnggg"!My сердце jumped as i heard the колокол, колокольчик, белл ring.Now that i think about it,maybe school wasn't the best place to test whether или not I would have another human-being inside of me.Yeah,too late for that too.
I don't even know how to baby sit let alone have one of my own.Being only 17(turning 18 in 3 months)I don't know how to walk или sit now,do I keep playing sports?Do I tell Emett?No,i can't,i mean i would tell him but not here and definitely not now.
I took a deep breath and figured i would act normal until i got home.That's when I would freak out,but until then I should probably get out of this fancy bathroom stall and get to class.Enough had gone on this morning and I didn't want to make the день worse by being late to class.As i deeply hid the pregnancy test in the trash I realized something horrible, realizing that my Далее class would be P.E.!"Just perfect!"I thought to myself.
"Only six еще hours".
In case Ты hadn't figured it out already,I'm Annie,Annie Green and I'm PREGNANT!Shivers went down my spine as the words echoed in my head.This was my fault;and Emett's of course.Emett is the "thing's" father."That's even if I have a "thing" inside of me."I guess we should of used a condom?That doesn't even matter now,because its too late.
"Binnnnnnggg"!My сердце jumped as i heard the колокол, колокольчик, белл ring.Now that i think about it,maybe school wasn't the best place to test whether или not I would have another human-being inside of me.Yeah,too late for that too.
I don't even know how to baby sit let alone have one of my own.Being only 17(turning 18 in 3 months)I don't know how to walk или sit now,do I keep playing sports?Do I tell Emett?No,i can't,i mean i would tell him but not here and definitely not now.
I took a deep breath and figured i would act normal until i got home.That's when I would freak out,but until then I should probably get out of this fancy bathroom stall and get to class.Enough had gone on this morning and I didn't want to make the день worse by being late to class.As i deeply hid the pregnancy test in the trash I realized something horrible, realizing that my Далее class would be P.E.!"Just perfect!"I thought to myself.
"Only six еще hours".
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?