Ch 1: My Saving GraceHanna bit her lip and fought back tears as she listened to Caleb's footsteps head towards the door. A single tear trickled down her round cheek as she heard the door creak open and then close behind him. He was gone again. The one person she wanted to just cling to more than anything and she had had to let him walk out of her life for a second time. It was necessary though. He'd used her, hurt her... Even knowing about the letter he'd given to Mona didn't change that fact. She took a shuddering breath and took a moment to compose herself before going to find her mother to work out a deal over the six pairs of shoes she'd just bought. Her mother didn't say a thing and for that she was grateful. As soon as they worked out a deal on who got to wear what, Hanna climbed the stairs to her room and fell onto the bed. She sighed and hugged her pillow to her chest and cried herself silently asleep.He'd come back on a Friday. The weekend passed slowly and painfully. She wanted to cal
Chapter 1: The beginningShe'd never planned on getting pregnant at eighteen. The whole thing was the result of a rainy afternoon. They'd been out walking when it had suddenly started to rain. They hadn't tried to escape it right away. It was one of those warm summer showers; the kind that felt hot against your skin but instantly froze you to the bone the moment you stepped out of it. They had taken their time, walking slowly with their arms around each other. They talked about anything and everything, only paying attention to the weather when a bolt of lighting flashed through the sky. His house was closest so that's where they had gone. He'd given her some clothes, shorts and one of his numerous button up shirts to wear while hers dried. He put on a dvd. If you asked her what that particular movie had been, she wouldn't have remembered. The only thing that she remembered was being with him; his arms wrapped around her abdomen; lips pressed to her temple. It was the warmest thse'd felt in a long time and she
First DateGrace: -grace is standing in front of her full length mirror, stretching to make sure she didn't tie the shirt over her bikini top to tight. She's wearing a blue and white plaid shirt tied up and open to reveal the bikini top of the same colors. Bare midrif. and denim shorts that fall mid thigh. different clored socks that match nothing she is wearing and sneakers that are white with silver zebra stripes. Her hair is pinned up in pretty ringlets save for the two tendrils that frame her face, twirls once, taking it allcarefully in-Gabe: -sitting in his car outside her house, looking at himself in the rearview mirror; brushing his hair out of his eyes and fixing the collar on his green polo shirt. Absolutely terrified of what he's doing without understanding it in the slightest bit; getting out of the car and pushing his keys into the pocket of his dark fitted jeans-I can do this...-chuckles at himself a little, glancing down at his nearly mint condition black and white chuck taylors
You're backWhen Maxxie had prodded him awake, he was mad at first. He hadn't slept very well in almost a week. Why was someone making him wake up from the fittest nap he'd had in quite some time. Who was waking him up? Then, he saw it who it was. Maxxie. His body had been numb, not feeling anything. Uncomfortable, icy coldness that he couldn't chase away no matter how many blankets he piled on top of himself. He'd technically been dead. A stiff corpse asleep in the spare bedroom. He didn't eat, he slept a restless hurtfull sleep, and he was so cold. He needed Maxxie. He couldn't pretend like he didn't need his best friend. He'd be a bastard if he even attempted it. Max wasn't there though. He'd had too visit family and Ryuu had no idea when he was supposed to be back. Oh, he could have asked Aunt Em, but he didn't know how he would handle it if she said he'd be gone for a long amount of time, so he didn't. He wasn't expecting Max back anytime soon and he wasn't expecting a rescue from this living
Ten things I think...Rain pelted down on her as she searched frantically for him amongst a vast sea of vehicles. "God... please... Don't let him have left yet." She turned just in time to see the tail of his blue leather coat disappear around the corner. She took off at a run, her heels sending dropplets of water flying as she raced after him. "Jazz! Jazz, please wait!" He throat, tired and swollen, clench, not allowing the words fly very far from her. God please! Let him here me! She prayed as she raced around the corner, hoping against all hope that something would cause him to turn around and see her. Her heel snapped, causing her ankle to twist painfully beneath her. She cried out, stumbling while she kicked off her other shoe. She HAD to get his attention. She could see him. She could see beads of water clinging needily to each spike of his black hair, the chill bumps on the back of his neck... she was so CLOSE! She worked up all her strength and screamed, "JASPER WYATT GRANT! PLEASE, STOP!" This time
Rivals?I say I love you a thousand red skittlesbecause they're the only rival you havefor my love.jealous?
restroom graffititruths have a tendency to appearin the company of filthwhere pressure forces poisonout, we are desperate to purifyand forget souls-they are mere blemishes,stains on an otherwiseimmaculate mind-but every now and againwe stoop to feel the weightof our subconscious screams take a moment to relieve pressureand flush our shit down the pipes.
Right Here Right NowThe river is deepand after the fifth vodkathe everlasting sleepcalls louder than ever - -Just one reason to stay!
Walking with a ToddlerSlow he may be, plodding gentle histiny legs. Each stick is a newexploration three steps toanother. “come on” you shout as he trots overgravel laughing delighted at the crunch-crunchbeneath his feetand thereand back again. A dog bounds by, so much energy thatit sparks fear in the little trekker ashe clings to your leg, begging to be lifted.Arms wrapped around his world,he points at the sky, tells you its blue.
the gravedigger's whistlesI still hear you inmy bones.Scraping andscratching a songagainst my veins,keep digging into the blooduntil it covers your face—pierce thoroughly thanfingertips and nailsso I won't hear anymoreof your graveyardromances.
misnomeri.shrill curseof glamoured locksand lax approachlove saddles upto dry barsand backs strokedwith bent talonsand asterisk hopesnever content to make oldthe new ropesthe knotsaren't worth the fraythe tying coaxesii.limp spinein detox angleand crass poselove crawls outthe last holeslept inand backstrokesin rapid floatno new mentions makeold bones distrust mostthe marrow's chatterfloods blank emotionsiii.chalk linenears lost formand passeslove eaten upby lying cars'backseatsand vast fauxleather limbtollsnever anew, these dusksdefile and bustthey are notsynchronous signsthey're omens
VeilfacedVeilfaced25-1-15Let’s follow spectrelight and veilfacedIn the wake of sosmallbox.Let’s dress antighostAnd go veilfacedTowards sosmallboxFor oneLastLookOne man carries sosmallbox pastPrayerseats and down the sadaisleTowards the darkdoor.Out in brightlight and moodskiesOne sosmallboxPlaced perfectly inOnesmallholeWhere onesmallboyWillRestForever
Ready?ready to make that step?ready to take that fall?ready to be yourself?cuz i'm ready to do it all.