Peter
After that argument everything changes. She’s always in my mind, always. Maybe she really was right I mean what she said about things getting better makes sense even if it’s hard to. Life is hard, she was right. I mean Carl and Anne aren’t so bad. Having the other kids in the house isn’t that bad either. I just can’t get Kristen out of my head, she reached out to me and cared when no one else did, because of her I don’t feel like I’m losing it all the time. Every time I see her at school I hide behind the crowds, I’ll admit I’m ashamed of hiding but I don’t want to face her.
I’m walking through the along this path through the woods that connects these two neighborhoods (its one of my favorite things about Carl and Anne’s home) one evening. I was getting ready to turn around and head home when I heard someone crying. There’s a log about 10 feet off the path and she’s sitting there sobbing. I know it’s her, Kristen, because of the way her beautiful blonde hair shines in the moonlight. Her whole body shakes as she cries. I walk slowly up behind her and sit next to her; she hardly notices or seems to care. I almost speak when she lays her head on my shoulder and sobs some more. I want to comfort her so I stroke her hair it’s all I can really do. Finally I look down at her face and there are some small bruises on her cheeks. I want to ask her something when she speaks up, this will be our second time speaking and its kind of an awkward situation.
Kristen
It’s so weird he found me here considering he’s the one I wanted to see, I wanted to tell him I lied, life doesn’t improve it only gets worse. My mom had some tests and the baby is going to be autistic, an autistic baby girl. Jim gets beating my face as if trying not to hide it, he hits harder too. I want out but that’s so selfish with a baby on the way, I need to protect her. Stacy, that’s what I’ve been calling her secretly. Tonight it all seems to crash down on me and I run from home and end up sitting on a log sobbing. That’s when he shows up. I must look so bad, and I don’t help anything by leaning on his shoulder and crying more. He doesn’t push me away and I don’t know why.
“Peter, I lied.”
“About what?” he asks.
“Life doesn’t get better…” I have to bite my lip from saying more even though I have nothing else to say.
“Sooner or later it does, it might not always seem so but if you try you’ll make it through this.” His eyes still aren’t that midnight blue that twinkles but there not that depressing grey anymore either.
“You look better,” I change the subject before I can blurt out the whole story.
“I was having a hard time too” he practically whispers
The next thing I knew I was blurting out the whole story, I had never shared that with anybody, not even James. Then I started begging him not to call social services.
“I should” he says
“Please, I have to protect Stacy, please please please don’t!” I plead.
“Stacy?” he asks
“The baby, my mom’s baby, I’ve got to protect her.” Because I do, it’s up to me since my mom is so blinded.
“They’ll help her too” Peter holds his ground.
“I’m afraid to leave,” I don’t know why I’m so scared and why I said it but it’s the truth.
“I should probably admit that I had no idea that your life was so complicated I thought you where just another rich girl, everything perfect.” Peter’s eyes have disbelief written all over them.
“What about you, what’s the deal with you?” he seemed caught off card by the question, but I was going to get my answer.
“Well, my parents were never home always off gambling, then one day my mom was home so I went to our neighbors and when I came back she was passed out and my 10 year old sister was dead on the couch, strangled. When the police showed up, I was so numb. I didn’t care about anything. Then after the court case when, my mom was put in jail from murder and my dad from possession of illegal drugs, I got put in foster homes. It was horrible, I was only 14 then. All the foster parents kept telling me to call them mom or dad, or they where trying to be my best friend before I even knew what they’re house looked like. Then I get sent to Janie’s house and I got better, she really seemed like my mom. But my social worker Mrs. Martha decided that I need to branch out, she was just so bitter, she is so bitter!” he stopped to breathe for a second. “Now I’m with Carl and Anne and a bunch of other kids. I had just been moved a week before we spoke. I felt like I had Janie taken away from me just like my sister, my sister’s name was Casey.”
Wow I had no idea he had such a history. “Peter, I don’t want to be put in foster care. I want to stay at home.”
He said that he didn’t know why I wanted to stay so bad but decided in the end that I shouldn’t have to be moved forcefully. He also decided that if I wasn’t leaving he wasn’t and just like that he was a permanent part of my life….not that that’s a problem.
After that argument everything changes. She’s always in my mind, always. Maybe she really was right I mean what she said about things getting better makes sense even if it’s hard to. Life is hard, she was right. I mean Carl and Anne aren’t so bad. Having the other kids in the house isn’t that bad either. I just can’t get Kristen out of my head, she reached out to me and cared when no one else did, because of her I don’t feel like I’m losing it all the time. Every time I see her at school I hide behind the crowds, I’ll admit I’m ashamed of hiding but I don’t want to face her.
I’m walking through the along this path through the woods that connects these two neighborhoods (its one of my favorite things about Carl and Anne’s home) one evening. I was getting ready to turn around and head home when I heard someone crying. There’s a log about 10 feet off the path and she’s sitting there sobbing. I know it’s her, Kristen, because of the way her beautiful blonde hair shines in the moonlight. Her whole body shakes as she cries. I walk slowly up behind her and sit next to her; she hardly notices or seems to care. I almost speak when she lays her head on my shoulder and sobs some more. I want to comfort her so I stroke her hair it’s all I can really do. Finally I look down at her face and there are some small bruises on her cheeks. I want to ask her something when she speaks up, this will be our second time speaking and its kind of an awkward situation.
Kristen
It’s so weird he found me here considering he’s the one I wanted to see, I wanted to tell him I lied, life doesn’t improve it only gets worse. My mom had some tests and the baby is going to be autistic, an autistic baby girl. Jim gets beating my face as if trying not to hide it, he hits harder too. I want out but that’s so selfish with a baby on the way, I need to protect her. Stacy, that’s what I’ve been calling her secretly. Tonight it all seems to crash down on me and I run from home and end up sitting on a log sobbing. That’s when he shows up. I must look so bad, and I don’t help anything by leaning on his shoulder and crying more. He doesn’t push me away and I don’t know why.
“Peter, I lied.”
“About what?” he asks.
“Life doesn’t get better…” I have to bite my lip from saying more even though I have nothing else to say.
“Sooner or later it does, it might not always seem so but if you try you’ll make it through this.” His eyes still aren’t that midnight blue that twinkles but there not that depressing grey anymore either.
“You look better,” I change the subject before I can blurt out the whole story.
“I was having a hard time too” he practically whispers
The next thing I knew I was blurting out the whole story, I had never shared that with anybody, not even James. Then I started begging him not to call social services.
“I should” he says
“Please, I have to protect Stacy, please please please don’t!” I plead.
“Stacy?” he asks
“The baby, my mom’s baby, I’ve got to protect her.” Because I do, it’s up to me since my mom is so blinded.
“They’ll help her too” Peter holds his ground.
“I’m afraid to leave,” I don’t know why I’m so scared and why I said it but it’s the truth.
“I should probably admit that I had no idea that your life was so complicated I thought you where just another rich girl, everything perfect.” Peter’s eyes have disbelief written all over them.
“What about you, what’s the deal with you?” he seemed caught off card by the question, but I was going to get my answer.
“Well, my parents were never home always off gambling, then one day my mom was home so I went to our neighbors and when I came back she was passed out and my 10 year old sister was dead on the couch, strangled. When the police showed up, I was so numb. I didn’t care about anything. Then after the court case when, my mom was put in jail from murder and my dad from possession of illegal drugs, I got put in foster homes. It was horrible, I was only 14 then. All the foster parents kept telling me to call them mom or dad, or they where trying to be my best friend before I even knew what they’re house looked like. Then I get sent to Janie’s house and I got better, she really seemed like my mom. But my social worker Mrs. Martha decided that I need to branch out, she was just so bitter, she is so bitter!” he stopped to breathe for a second. “Now I’m with Carl and Anne and a bunch of other kids. I had just been moved a week before we spoke. I felt like I had Janie taken away from me just like my sister, my sister’s name was Casey.”
Wow I had no idea he had such a history. “Peter, I don’t want to be put in foster care. I want to stay at home.”
He said that he didn’t know why I wanted to stay so bad but decided in the end that I shouldn’t have to be moved forcefully. He also decided that if I wasn’t leaving he wasn’t and just like that he was a permanent part of my life….not that that’s a problem.
this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make more of this book or not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i said happily.Mother was cooking eggs and toast while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and toast in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who you were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
Glance the other way
Rip your heart out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
You know nothing!
Yet you pretend you do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
You told me once
I told you twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
Or remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left or right?
Up or down?
Wrong or right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your heart out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
You know nothing!
Yet you pretend you do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
You told me once
I told you twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
Or remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left or right?
Up or down?
Wrong or right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Chapter 4: Sunny day
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate love that never fades.
"I'll see you later, darling." - Jack said and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the flowers that were growing
in the yard.
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate love that never fades.
"I'll see you later, darling." - Jack said and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the flowers that were growing
in the yard.
I lied
I lied to them and got caught
I confessed up and told them the truth
but they get more upset
I walk down the dark hallway
into my lonely empty room
I lie on my bed, thinking
I go to move and I can't
I fall down
pain shooting threw me
they walk in
saying I'm faking to make them feel bad
they walk out
leaving me on the ground
crying out in pain
I finally give up
crawl over to the closet
get the gun and cocked it
put it to my temple and pulled the trigger
life...filled with hate
I've chased down all my demons
but it wasn't enough
mistreated,misplaced,misunderstood.
I lied to them and got caught
I confessed up and told them the truth
but they get more upset
I walk down the dark hallway
into my lonely empty room
I lie on my bed, thinking
I go to move and I can't
I fall down
pain shooting threw me
they walk in
saying I'm faking to make them feel bad
they walk out
leaving me on the ground
crying out in pain
I finally give up
crawl over to the closet
get the gun and cocked it
put it to my temple and pulled the trigger
life...filled with hate
I've chased down all my demons
but it wasn't enough
mistreated,misplaced,misunderstood.
I keep my rhythm
I tap in time,
My music is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
Or gradually trickle down,
It can make you laugh and cry
That powerful sound.
My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
Music is the food I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.
Music is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
You can always find a friend in music
Music will always be.
I tap in time,
My music is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
Or gradually trickle down,
It can make you laugh and cry
That powerful sound.
My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
Music is the food I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.
Music is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
You can always find a friend in music
Music will always be.
The city of light was full of marchants and villagers. Elyon stood and gazed at them from the huge silver gate. And gurding the gate was two broad shouldered men, wearing bright white robes, that glowed from every angle.
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are you doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the castle of light, "i really dont know,".
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"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are you doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the castle of light, "i really dont know,".
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