Pretty angel, dressed in white,
You’re a blessing in the light.
Yet inside you’re sick and twisted.
I can’t believe that wasn’t listed…
Accursed demon of the night,
Where you go, you bring a fight.
Even though you care for flowers,
I know you’ll steal what’s ours!
Mirror, mirror, standing tall,
Have you seen this one at all?
With a smile, or a frown,
Maybe wearing a golden crown.
Here today, tomorrow, never…
They might think they are so clever
Hiding with the world close-by,
Never around to ask why.
Tucked away so far from sight,
No where near the burning light,
That can show what is shrouded
With them all, it’s getting crowded.
Withered flowers
On the cold floor,
Not many hours
Before the war.
Has prayer failed?
Or is this hell?
Last breath exhaled,
Final man fell.
Living a dream,
From far away.
Ear piercing scream,
It ends today.
One, two, three, four…
Hear a loud knock
On the small door.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Five, six, seven, eight…
They broke the lock
On the town gate.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Nine, ten… Ten, nine…
Around the clock
You hear the chine.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Eight, seven, six, five…
Can I sweet talk?
Go for a drive?
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Four, three, two, one…
I start to gawk
At the black gun.
Tick, tock, tick…
84
“Bye mom, good luck”
“Bye Wendy”
Close the door… Lock it… Wait ten minute after moms car disappears from the driveway… And Freedom!
“Yes! Free day from school! The house belongs to me!” Best day ever is going to begin now!
“Oh yes! I am going to have the best time ever!” Maybe I should invite a friend over?
“Maybe not, too much cleaning”
Time to make breakfast. How about… toast?
“I’m not going to eat toast on my free day” But everything else takes time to prepare…
“Ugh… Need junk food!” Those are calories you’re thinking about!
“Lookie here pancakes. Mom must have made them before going to work” I live to see lunch!
“I should be concerned. I talk to myself way too much” But I’m good at holding a conversation.
“Well you do have to talk to an intelligent person from time to time” Yes pet your overgrown ego, that’s how you make friends.
“No! I’m not going to get mopy today! I’m going to eat my pancakes, then I’m going to call Chris and we are going to go to the mall” And mom didn’t leave any money for me… and I’m broke…
“Then we’ll go to the lake” Time to get out the stalker shoes.
“I wonder if we can meet up with anyone else” Thought I’m going to hate it. These are damn good pancakes.
“Who else do I know from school?” Depends on what ‘know’ means.
“Maybe Chris can convince Rebeca to tag along” But I do terrible with three people, I should get a fourth too.
“Alex?” Doesn’t she hate me?
“Oh right the whipped cream incident” That was awesome no matter what anyone says.
“Melissa is a good choice” And she always brings those cupcakes that taste like heaven.
“Yeah that’s good” Pancakes are done, time to call Chris.
“Where’s my phone?” How can I lose my phone in my own home?
“What the hell? I left it on my nightstand” Or so I think…
“This is bull, my phone can’t just disappear” Maybe the one looking for it is an idiot.
“Okay enough beating yourself up” Keep telling that to yourself.
“Serious here” Like I could ever be.
“Phone!” You don’t say.
“Pick up we gotta goooo” I sound like a child.
“Yo Chris you free for today?” Was she still sleeping?
“What? You made plans when?” Probably not last minute.
“I see… Do you know if Rebeca is free today?” This is why last minute plans never work.
“Oh… she’s going with you, Alex and Melissa…” Ain’t I an unlucky bitch…?
“No it’s fine. I was just wondering what you were up to…” Wow I’m depressing.
“Yeah… Have fun” Well that went well.
“This is not going so well” At least she picked up?
“I’m not going to get depressed over one phone call. I’ll go outside and take a walk around the park and maybe go to the store too” Way to cling on to life.
“I should really stop talking to myself…” I should…
______
“Detective, we found this suicide note” A man dressed in a suit took the small note and read the text.
“There someone in my head, but it isn’t me” The detective looked over the note again. “Put it with the rest”
The other nodded and walked off, leaving the detective to his thoughts.
“What a strange case…” It really is.
End
I really hope it wasn’t as bad as I think it was…
Have a nice day. It is going to be great.
69 part 3
A week… a god damn week has past and I cannot say a stinking word! To say I’m pissed is an understatement! Hell I’ve been trying to speak every day, during visiting hours and after, every single moment I’m awake I’m trying to say something, but it all comes out as a week whisper or some kind of grunt or other weird noise! At least I can use a phone to talk to others; my hands have not failed me yet.
Speaking of hands, I would love to have mine on the nurses hips right now, but I couldn’t sneak up to her, because I sound like a one man band, that is tone deaf, when I try to walk. It’s hard to get out of bed when the damn thing is three feet in the air and I have this crazy ass shit strapped on to me that makes more noise than needed.
“Miss, are you alright?”
“Fine… just wish I could get these things out of me…”
I write on the phone and raise my hand with the needle. Victoria chuckles at my pained expression, that laugh makes me forget all the discomfort of this place.
“You should be patient”
“I am a patient”
I have a very bad affinity for puns when flirting, but Veronica likes it, so it’s all good. Also the good nurse is fond of my advances; I’d be lying if I said I didn’t flirt with her. I made a pass at her every hour of every day and best part of it all, Victoria never complains about it, she even gives me a little swing of her hips once and a while. I am so getting laid.
“Hey Steph! Ready to go outside”
Chris and that stupid wheelchair… I swear that guy wants something to bush around and look after. Sadly enough, that something is me. At least I got things cleared up with him. Chrisy is 100% gay and proud of it and he is a great wingman and an even greater cockblock. This guy has ruined my quality time with the nurse so many times in just one week, I have sworn to cockblock every date he tries to get for the next three months.
Ok, ok you can stop checking I’m damn comfortable in the shity chair. You could have asked the nurse to take care of that part you know…
“I’ll bring her back later”
“Cockblock”
“What? What did I do this time?”
“You came in when we were alone! I was having a moment!”
“No you were not… I’m sorry Steph don’t ignore me”
…
“Steph?”
…
“Come on, I didn’t screw up that bad”
…
“You’ll have plenty of chances later”
“With you nursing me back to health! Doubtful… Why don’t you let the professionals do their jobs?”
“Steph…”
“Don’t!”
“But… I…”
“Chrisy I swear you don’t stop those puppy dog eyes right now, I will…”
Shit… Shit… SHIT.
“Stop with the eyes already, I’m not angry…”
“I know. Just messing with you”
I hate him so much… but I can’t hate him for long… he has redeeming qualities don’t judge me…
“So Steph what do you want to know about today?”
“Let’s go with high school”
Chris has been helping me ‘remember’ things from my past, which is just him talking non-stop for four hours straight. It hasn’t helped in any way I still don’t remember a single thing…
“You were a pro in PE. You could beat any guy when it came to sports…”
Wow… his voice is kind of fading… What the hell? I can’t concentrate… Hey Chris stop talking for a minute and pay attention, bad shit is happening and you need to get the nurse! I can’t move… Fuck! Chris this is bad! Pay attention! Damn I can’t do anything and you are too blind to see what is going on right in front of you! Shit…
Black spots… Damn it… This is bullshit… Chris for the love of… please get help I’m in serious trouble here… You’re my only hope… Please hear me…
End
I know this might have been bad, but the story escaped me and I tried bringing it to a close with having the character die. Best way to end any story.
Thank you for reading and maybe what I was trying to say in this was… you should listen to what people say… not in the literal sense, but watch for signs that maybe they are struggling with something and they are trying to reach out, but no one sees that. But that is just me rambling…
Have a long life.
68
Out of a burst of curiosity Mily climbed the tall oak tree. Her small hands grasping each branch with all her strength. There was nothing pushing her to the top, but fact that you could see everything from the top of the oak tree. Mily was driven by the desire to watch the world like a free bird, not held down by the grown man walks.
As Mily grasped the highest branch and pulled herself on it she fell aw strike her. The sun was still at its peak shining brightly over the small town. The little girls’ eyes could not take in all of the beauty of the town. With her mouth slightly agape she let her feet dangle on either side of the branch, her back gently resting against the tree.
But alas the peaceful innocence of the tree top was forgotten as a rock hit the tree trunk just a few inches away from where Mily’s head rested. Her eyes, now wide with fear, turned back to the ground where she met the faces of her classmates. They shared an expression of joy as they threw rocks at the defenceless girl. The stones never hit her, but it did the deed and frightened the girl enough to draw tears and a sorrow filled cry from her lips. Her classmates, however, found her cries amusing and it served as an incentive to quicken their throws.
The girl continued to cry, looking hopefully at the sky, that just a few minutes ago brought her so much wonder, with the a silent prayer to send her an angel. However, the sky did no such thing, as the sun was nearing the horizon it painted the sky with a romantic pink hue, but Milys angel never came.
The shouts of the children stopped, so did the stones and the girl could finally climb down. The tree branches that helped her up were now foreign and unwelcoming. As the sun’s rays could still shine through the tree branches, it showed how frightened the young girl was. Her hands shaking and slightly bruised, her chocolate brown hair that was tied in twin tails was now scattered everywhere, the girls clothes were dirtied and ripped in places and her face now swollen from all the rubbing, her eyes puffy and red, but that did not bother the girl.
Her tiny feet reached the ground and the girl stopped shaking. She lifted her head and marched on home with the final rays of the sun showing her the way. Mily might have looked messy and bruised , but her face took a calm expression, deceiving most who looked at her.
Mily returned back to her house, walked past the white picket gate and knocked on the door. Her mother opened the door and extended her hand to the small girl, which Mily took without question. As the two entered the house the doors slowly closed behind them.
END
Sorry it is short.
Have a wonderful day
63
“Dragging back soldiers from the front lines sure is one hell of a job.”
“You’re telling me, but it’s all we can do. Besides it’s better to stay back here than be out there in the line of fire.”
“Jim, you seriously have no moral code, do you?”
“What can I say? If you have seen as many dead bodies of men, who you called brothers, then you wouldn’t care anymore too.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to bring up the past.”
The older man laughed, taking another drag of his cigarette. His eyes focused on the field” You know, I’m glad this is my last month.”
“Anyone would be glad” The younger said as he wrote a soldier’s name on his binder.
The two continue working in silence, when explosives are heard from the field. They exchange glances and the older said: “That was either fireworks or thirty-nine bodies can be added to the list”
“Don’t bullshit me; you couldn’t have counted all of the gunshots.”
“I’m telling you, Drake that was thirty-nine.”
“Okay lets bet. There is no way you can possibly be right about this.”
“What are you wagering?” Jim said taking the younger soldiers hand.
“Let’s see, the beer I got from my folks.”
“If that’s the case then I’ll give you the cigar I’ve been saving for my last day here.”
“You are so on, Jim”
The soldiers tighten their grip and release each other’s hands. They prepare to head out to the field with smirks playing on their lips.
_______
“Jim Smith, report.”
“Yes, general.”
The man salutes his superior and straightens his stance.
“What’s the body count?”
“Forty, sir”
“In your earlier report you said thirty-nine.”
“Yes, sir, I did. However on our way back from the front lines Drake Brown was shot. He died instantly.”
“I see. That is unfortunate. Continue on.”
The general left and the remaining soldier walked over to his younger partners’ deceased form and pulled out his cigar. He twirled it around in his fingers, then pulled out a lighter and lit the cigar. The soldier stood next to his friend, tears finding a way to break through his silent mask.
“Kid, I can’t believe you proved me wrong. But there were easier ways to do it. Damn it. This is the last time I’m sending someone off you hear me.”
64
Me and my friend Ange were sitting in the cafeteria minding our own business, when a girl neither of us knew joined our table. She started talking to us as though she had known us since our diaper days. The girl was weird, but I managed to catch her name, Nichole I think. Ange looked at me with pleading eyes when the new girl started cornering her with an onslaught of questions.
“So like have you lost your cheery or not? Or what about your first BF? Do you have a car or…”
“Hey not that your questions aren’t important, but we don’t know you. So can you, I don’t know, go find your own friends?”
“Don’t be stingy, besides you already know me. I’ve told you so much about myself.”
“Against our will” Ange said rolling her eyes.
“Come on, it’s not like you two were talking anyway. I saved the both of you from spending lunch in sheer boredom.”
“No, no you didn’t. We were actually discussing something important before you joined in.”
“Like what? Nail polish? I know nail polish. I can give you some good pointers how to do a French manicure on your own.”
“We weren’t talking about nail polish.” Ange was getting pissed and I wasn’t far behind her.
“So what? Clothes? Guys? Last week’s party? This week’s party?”
“None of those”
“Like what can you have been talking about then?”
“It’s a thing called ‘none of your goddamn business’. Why are you here in the first place?” Ange told her. Nichole just rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Well, if I have to tell you, it’s like this, my bff is so ignoring me, even though I am having the worst week ever, my dad totally took away my car keys and he won’t give me money to buy new clothes for the party and my bf has bumped me, by text, and I can’t even. So I thought I could talk to you two, seeing as you were kind of free.”
“Oh my…” I placed my hand on Ange’s shoulder.
“I’ll take this one.” I said and cleared my throat. “Breaking news: The Pity Train has just derailed at the intersection No One Cares & Zero Fucks To Give, and crashed into We All Have Problems, before coming to a stop at Get The Hell Over It. Any complaints on how we operate can be forwarded to 1-800-waa-waaa. This is Dr. SoDone reporting LIVE from Quitchur Bitchin'”
Nichole stood up with wide eyes and ran out of the cafeteria. Ange looked at me with a raised eyebrow, to which I just shrugged. And so we continued our lunch with the promise of a TV marathon after school. A new season just aired and it had our names written all over it.
End
Yeah this is kind of weak. It’s bad to write at night.
Have a Bitchin’ day.
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