Beginning of Prologue
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of постель, кровати lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are Ты awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had сказал(-а) to him ever so quietly. “What brings Ты so early this morning to my house? And who even let Ты in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did Ты go to постель, кровати last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And Ты know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the вверх of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if Ты want to Ты can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my постель, кровати picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I сказал(-а) over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey или curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed by this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t Переместить because he was Холодное сердце stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream Магазин from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are Ты okay, pumpkin? Ты seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a секунда time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right Далее to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I сказал(-а) still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove вперед and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a Kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of постель, кровати lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are Ты awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had сказал(-а) to him ever so quietly. “What brings Ты so early this morning to my house? And who even let Ты in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did Ты go to постель, кровати last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And Ты know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the вверх of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if Ты want to Ты can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my постель, кровати picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I сказал(-а) over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey или curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed by this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t Переместить because he was Холодное сердце stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream Магазин from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are Ты okay, pumpkin? Ты seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a секунда time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right Далее to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I сказал(-а) still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove вперед and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a Kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure Любовь was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from день to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Любовь was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and сердце full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be молоко and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Любовь was still there, that pure Любовь that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Любовь was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure Любовь was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from день to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Любовь was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and сердце full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be молоко and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Любовь was still there, that pure Любовь that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Любовь was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He сказал(-а) kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think Ты will"
I сказал(-а) sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas Ты cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He сказал(-а) kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think Ты will"
I сказал(-а) sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas Ты cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
Еда and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
Еда and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Любовь is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my Цветы still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget Ты although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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