"I..I didn't see you..you were over there, now you're here..oh my God," I say, pacing before he grabs my arm, stops me.
"Chill. Would Ты like to dance?" he asks. I say yes.
Hesitantly.
We dance, sometimes close, sometimes dancing so crazy we can't even see each other. But something weird happens during one of the dances. He pulls me close. I barely know him. And then, his hand around my waist, he almost grips me, as if in pain. And then burning, almost like a msall scratch a dog would give you. A sharp prickling runs through my lower back. I moan, softly, and I look at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, his teeth clenched.
"Are you..okay?" I say softly.
"Yeah..yes..I'm-" he shoves me away and goes outside. I follow him.
"You. Stop. What's wrong?" I say, the rain soaking my hair, my dress.
"Get away. You're dangerous," he says, stopping, his back to me. I grab his wrist, feel his pulse. It's insanely high.
"Shut up. I'm not. I have killed anything other than my Барби doll's hair. But still. What's wrong?" Again, the same prickling pain vibrates through my back. I give a groan.
"You shouldn't come near me. You're cursed now," he says, looking at his clenched fists.
"What?"
"You. Are Cursed." He looks out into the rain, staring as if something that was there wasn't really there. A searing pain shoots up my back, causing me to collapse on the ground, clutching my dress, which has suddenly turned bright red on my back.
"Oh, God," I moan. He swooshes over to me, helping me up.
I let him.
My first mistake of many.
"I..I have to look at your back. I need to. Something serious is wrong," he says. I reluctantly let hime slide my dress up, revealing a corner of my undergarments. He touches it, a burn roaring through my back, going up my neck.
"Ow," I say through clenched teeth.
"Sorry." He prods, pokes, gently, but not gently enough for me not to feel it.
"I..I have to get home. I feel sick." He lets go of my dress, turning me around to face him. He lays a cool hand on my forehead.
"The fever's already setting in," he mumbles.
"Wha?" I say, disoriented.
"Nothing. I'll get Ты home."
All I remember after that is throwing up on leather seats and being carried inside my room.
All I could smell was earth.
"Chill. Would Ты like to dance?" he asks. I say yes.
Hesitantly.
We dance, sometimes close, sometimes dancing so crazy we can't even see each other. But something weird happens during one of the dances. He pulls me close. I barely know him. And then, his hand around my waist, he almost grips me, as if in pain. And then burning, almost like a msall scratch a dog would give you. A sharp prickling runs through my lower back. I moan, softly, and I look at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, his teeth clenched.
"Are you..okay?" I say softly.
"Yeah..yes..I'm-" he shoves me away and goes outside. I follow him.
"You. Stop. What's wrong?" I say, the rain soaking my hair, my dress.
"Get away. You're dangerous," he says, stopping, his back to me. I grab his wrist, feel his pulse. It's insanely high.
"Shut up. I'm not. I have killed anything other than my Барби doll's hair. But still. What's wrong?" Again, the same prickling pain vibrates through my back. I give a groan.
"You shouldn't come near me. You're cursed now," he says, looking at his clenched fists.
"What?"
"You. Are Cursed." He looks out into the rain, staring as if something that was there wasn't really there. A searing pain shoots up my back, causing me to collapse on the ground, clutching my dress, which has suddenly turned bright red on my back.
"Oh, God," I moan. He swooshes over to me, helping me up.
I let him.
My first mistake of many.
"I..I have to look at your back. I need to. Something serious is wrong," he says. I reluctantly let hime slide my dress up, revealing a corner of my undergarments. He touches it, a burn roaring through my back, going up my neck.
"Ow," I say through clenched teeth.
"Sorry." He prods, pokes, gently, but not gently enough for me not to feel it.
"I..I have to get home. I feel sick." He lets go of my dress, turning me around to face him. He lays a cool hand on my forehead.
"The fever's already setting in," he mumbles.
"Wha?" I say, disoriented.
"Nothing. I'll get Ты home."
All I remember after that is throwing up on leather seats and being carried inside my room.
All I could smell was earth.
Me and Brittany got scared when the police Вопросы us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the пиво since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot еще nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the пиво since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot еще nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
Ты don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Остаться в живых fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and Ты don’t care anymore,
but Ты do,
Ты still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the день of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing Ты
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
Эй,
Mom,
It's been a while
Since Ты sat Далее to me,
Since I saw Ты smile
I miss Ты Mom
I wish Ты were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see Ты Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my сердце in two
I'll always remember Mom,
Ты taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling Ты Mom
Losing Ты killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what Ты were Mom,
Strong.
In everything Ты said
In everything Ты did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Остаться в живых a parent.
It's been a while
Since Ты sat Далее to me,
Since I saw Ты smile
I miss Ты Mom
I wish Ты were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see Ты Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my сердце in two
I'll always remember Mom,
Ты taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling Ты Mom
Losing Ты killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what Ты were Mom,
Strong.
In everything Ты said
In everything Ты did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Остаться в живых a parent.