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The War Within Me Pulls Me Under
"Can we go out and watch a movie?" I smiled, glad that he was happy enough to smile again, I nodded, of course we could. He squeeled, and I couldn't help but giggle a little. I thought it was cute he was so excited.
"Yay! I'll go get ready! Well, you know, as much as I can get ready." I smiled and nodded, then he ran to my bathroom giggling. "Lets talk." I frowned. I definitely didn't want to talk to it. "Please just go away... "Show him what true pain is. Grab that knife and show him what you can do." I looked into the kitchen, and stared at the knife that was in there. "No!" I felt like puking again, the thought of doing that to him. My mind played through what I would do.
I grab the knife, and stare at it. I watch as the light glistens of the steel blade, I move it and play with the light for a moment, then go into the bathroom where Landon is getting ready. He stands th
Release The Fire Balls! Cause I Like Balls... He stayed quiet for only a few moments, then he spoke quietly, "Well, I couldn't have done it without you coming into my life. I tried committing suicide a few days after what happened with my uncle, but you're voice stopped me. I had heard of you before, and I was a fan for a while, but my dad kicked you out of my life. He said I shouldn't be listening to music like yours. It really upset me. Then I started to listen again a year after that, when I heard your song on the radio. You saved me " He smiled up at me, making my heart flutter. However it didn't relieve the tension in my stomach. It was that same feeling i had before. I had affected his life in a major way, and I had never even seen his face before.
It was an awesome, slightly terrifying feeling. Knowing that I had helped him through the hardest things in his life. I had mixed emotions about it all to say the least.
"Thank you for saving me. Umm I have som
A Red River Of Screams
He answered the first few questions quickly, "My dad is kinda mean. He thinks that I'm the purpose of my moms death-" That brought another question to my mind. How did she die? but that was of course not something I was just going to ask him. That'd be more rude than Tommy coming in screaming at him.
"My step mom is pretty nice. She doesn't talk to me much, but she buys me tons of stuff. I wouldn't ever call her my real mom-" I put myself in his place. I don't think I would either. Nice or not. Mommy is mommy.
"Umm My dad thinks I'm still straight. Miranda knows about me. I'm gay, and I'm not very open about it. Err " He paused for quite some time, and I began to worry. Please don't shut me out. Please don't shut me out.
After a few minutes he pulled his sleeve down, and his eyes became misty. "I didn't do any of that Uhh It was my u
Baby Better Watch Your Step
He leaned deeper into the kiss, and I held him closer to him. I could feel the heat from his cheeks, I'm sure his face was red, but I had my eyes closed. It's always awkward kissing somebody when your eyes are open.
I definitely didn't want it to end, and we stayed that way for a long time, then he broke away. I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds after he pulled away, still lost in all the feelings and sensations that ran through me. He said something, but I really didn't hear it. I hoped it wasn't important. When I opened my eyes he was standing, looking down at me with a big smile on his face.
That's what I loved to see. His beautiful smile. "So you want to know some things about me?" My stomach flipped, and I wanted to scream YES! But I simply nodded, and followed him to the couch. I sat next to him, facing him, trying not to fidget in my excitement.
"So, first things first
I Really Need You Near Me
I hadn't realized how shaken I had made Landon. He was curled up in the corner, watching it all. He had to watch it I was scared of myself now. I began to tremble, and looked over at Landon sadly. I crept towards him slowly, "Landon I'm so sorry I was just trying to protect you " I hadn't realized that I was doing the complete opposite. I stressed him even more than if I had stayed calm and tried to calm Tommy down.
He didn't respond, and my stomach tightened, He hates me "Landon talk to me please " I could barely breathe, let alone make audible words, but I managed to squeeze it out. I was just a few feet away from him, but I didn't get closer, I didn't want to experience him flinching away from my touch. I wanted so badly to wipe away his tears, to make him feel safe I had a terrible feeling I wouldn't be able to do that for a while. I had messed everything up. He would probably be lea
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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