The amount of sleep I got was not alot. I was always getting awoken by visions of Emily with other guys. I loved her alot. But I am not obsessed with her only a crazy person would. With her eyes and hair and mouth. Fine I guess I am obsessed a little. But she wouldn't go away. The fight over and over again.
August 12,2011.
"hey Emily look at this"! Emily ran to the Kay jewelry store at gasped at the new shipments of sapphire diamonds. "there pretty aren't they"? I asked her as she gasped at the colors. She nodded this time looking at me. "just like you". I said. She smiled and we kissed on the lips for a second then continued scouring the mall. "Gage! OMG it's me Alisha"! I turned around to see my friend Alisha Summers. I winced. Emily looked mad. I'd never told her about Alisha. I acted like I didn't know her. "Gage we dated in junior high remember"! I just walked away. Emily walking 10 miles faster than me. "emily please listen that was nothing." Emily turned abruptly. "NOTHING"! she yelled. People stopped and looked at her and me. Emily walked away and out to the car. Inside Emily looked at me. "why was I never told"? She asked a few miles away. I scrambled for a answer. "well" she said impatently. "look Emily I dated her for two days" I lied. We actually dated until I saw Emily at my junior forensic tornement. Emily looked at me. "can we not have secrets anymore, please Gage?" I looked at her. I nodded and she continued to drive home. When I got to my apartment in my mailbox was a acceptance letter to the art institute of flordia. I sent the letter back and was ready to leave for collage next week. But me and my small mouth didn't tell Emily. She found out 5 min before I needed to leave. So it was a fight started. "this is better for us"! "us"! "there is no us!" but now Emily.
I bolted upward. Darla was sitting next to me. She looked worried. "are you okay Gage"? She asked me sipping her morning coffee. I nodded "you okay looked like a bad dream last night". She looked away. "yeah it was." I heard a populiar song by Rhianna. I think it was Rude Boy. It wasn't mine. Darla picked up her phone. "hey girl why are you up so early"? Dina spoke into the phone. Her expression quickly turned to despair. "Gage the tv! Put it on the 8:00 news!" I did as I was told. On the television was wreck and policecars and ambulances. The anchor said a girl of 20 was caught in the wreck. Darlas expression showed tears in her eyes. Then on th tv was a young girl with long hair and brown eyes. Darla screamed"EMILY NO!" yes it was Emily. She was in the hospital for cracked ribs dislocated shoulder and blown ears and the ribs peirced her heart. I couldn't beleve my eyes. Darla was crying hard. I switched off the tv and actually started crying too. After crying Darla and I drove in a rented car to the DeQuincy Memorial Hostipal. Inside Darla and I were in pain of how horrible she looked. It was my worst fear. She only had 1 more day to live.
August 12,2011.
"hey Emily look at this"! Emily ran to the Kay jewelry store at gasped at the new shipments of sapphire diamonds. "there pretty aren't they"? I asked her as she gasped at the colors. She nodded this time looking at me. "just like you". I said. She smiled and we kissed on the lips for a second then continued scouring the mall. "Gage! OMG it's me Alisha"! I turned around to see my friend Alisha Summers. I winced. Emily looked mad. I'd never told her about Alisha. I acted like I didn't know her. "Gage we dated in junior high remember"! I just walked away. Emily walking 10 miles faster than me. "emily please listen that was nothing." Emily turned abruptly. "NOTHING"! she yelled. People stopped and looked at her and me. Emily walked away and out to the car. Inside Emily looked at me. "why was I never told"? She asked a few miles away. I scrambled for a answer. "well" she said impatently. "look Emily I dated her for two days" I lied. We actually dated until I saw Emily at my junior forensic tornement. Emily looked at me. "can we not have secrets anymore, please Gage?" I looked at her. I nodded and she continued to drive home. When I got to my apartment in my mailbox was a acceptance letter to the art institute of flordia. I sent the letter back and was ready to leave for collage next week. But me and my small mouth didn't tell Emily. She found out 5 min before I needed to leave. So it was a fight started. "this is better for us"! "us"! "there is no us!" but now Emily.
I bolted upward. Darla was sitting next to me. She looked worried. "are you okay Gage"? She asked me sipping her morning coffee. I nodded "you okay looked like a bad dream last night". She looked away. "yeah it was." I heard a populiar song by Rhianna. I think it was Rude Boy. It wasn't mine. Darla picked up her phone. "hey girl why are you up so early"? Dina spoke into the phone. Her expression quickly turned to despair. "Gage the tv! Put it on the 8:00 news!" I did as I was told. On the television was wreck and policecars and ambulances. The anchor said a girl of 20 was caught in the wreck. Darlas expression showed tears in her eyes. Then on th tv was a young girl with long hair and brown eyes. Darla screamed"EMILY NO!" yes it was Emily. She was in the hospital for cracked ribs dislocated shoulder and blown ears and the ribs peirced her heart. I couldn't beleve my eyes. Darla was crying hard. I switched off the tv and actually started crying too. After crying Darla and I drove in a rented car to the DeQuincy Memorial Hostipal. Inside Darla and I were in pain of how horrible she looked. It was my worst fear. She only had 1 more day to live.
This is a song inspired by Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story posted here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written by a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written by a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve year old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and Guitar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that you could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story or movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, or feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as you probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything you want them to be. An animal, a creature you made up, a monster, or just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that you could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story or movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, or feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as you probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything you want them to be. An animal, a creature you made up, a monster, or just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Coming soon, I promise. :):):):):)::):))::):)):):):):):):):):):):)):):):):)::)):):):):):):)::):):)):):):):):):):):):)):):)::))::):):))::):):):):)):)::):))))))))))))))):):):):):):)):):):):):):)::)):):):):)::)):):):::):)):):):):))::):):):)):XPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXXPXPXPXPPXXP:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D::D:DD::DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
It was the next day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue shirt that said "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she said "Oh! I didn't give you a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
