My alarm went off telling me that my nightmare aka combat training with Dimitri was about to begin in a half hour. Although I wanted to go back to sleep like any other normal person in the neighborhood, I came out of bed, dressed and went downstairs to eat something light. I knew the consequences if I wasn’t on time, Dimitri would give me one hell of an жопа, попка whooping training and I would be the one who would get the post punches. Dimitri was one of my father’s best fighters and God knows how many battles he’d won, the guy was fast as hell. I could only guess what kind of training he would have planned for today, each time it was something else and each time I was the one who landed on their жопа, попка или another part of my body. With that in mind I closed the door behind me and followed Dimitri’s scent to a small forest where nobody could see nor hear us. He leaned against a дерево not a single movement to detect from him, but I know he’d heard me coming, those eyes of his saw everything. Even if he didn’t see me he would be able to smell или hear me coming, those senses were enhanced because of the creature he is. “Morning princess, ready for your training?” he pushed himself from the дерево bark so he could look at me. I knew that he hadn’t asked a question, there was no ‘if’ или ‘maybe’ with him. “So what kind of training do Ты have planned for me today? I know it’s one where my жопа, попка gets to be the first one to make contact with the ground, so spill” he looked amused “Well how does running and fighting off your opponent sound?” I knew that I was in trouble, but I couldn’t say no to the idea that maybe just maybe, today would be my change to win from him. But then again I was talking about Dimitri, a very skilled fighter, so much for wishful thinking. At first it seemed that I was outrunning him, but he wanted me to think that, the moment my attention wavered he got me and I fell flat onto my back. “Don’t get to confidante! Come on let’s do that again” the training was repeated a few times more; in the end I Остаться в живых track of all the times I hit the ground. “When was the last time Ты fed?” I knew he wasn’t talking about normal food. “When I was at dad’s” he looked worried at my answer “you know what can happen if Ты don’t feed on time, don’t you?” My body was sore from the whole training and I hated when he, my mom или my dad brought up the topic. “I’m doing fine Dimitri, so can we just skip it!” He raised his hands up in surrender “as Ты wish, I’ll be keeping an eye on Ты so please, do behave!” I gave him my most innocent simile “wouldn’t think of disobeying your orders, now would I?” I had a tendency of getting into trouble when I was mad или annoyed. He just shook his head and in a blink of an eye he left. Dimitri had kicked the sleep right out of me so instead of going back to my warm постель, кровати I walked to the small café, the only café in this town the be exact. It was eight o’clock in the morning so there weren’t much people inside, so nobody paid much attention to the girl who walked inside with a face that сказал(-а) my жопа, попка got kicked for four hours by my trainer/bodyguard and I haven’t gotten enough sleep. I ordered for a black coffee without sugar and a hearty breakfast when he and his whole pack came walking in. I didn’t need to look up to know if he was with them, I could easily smell him and my mouth began to water the very instant I breathed in his scent. This wasn’t good! I felt my gums itching, not a good sign at all, and I felt my fangs grow inch by inch. I closed my eyes to concentrate, my breathing had become uneven, but with a bit of luck I succeeded in retracting them.
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal или energetic maybe the one яблоко with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Показать the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Далее to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal или energetic maybe the one яблоко with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Показать the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Далее to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed Ты and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side by side.