A car crash, could my parents be that careless that I can’t even get a ride home from the hospital without getting in another life threatening situation? Could they care so little about my safety and well being that they’d almost kill me again? “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” I hear I boys’ voice shout stridently. It was Matt, “I can’t just be your guardian angel! I have to be with you forever now! Why can’t you stay out of trouble Elizzy?” No one’s ever called me that before, not my parents, babysitters, friends, or even crazy old people…I like it! “Is that why you abandoned me for two years?” My voice was cracking, like it always does when I’m disappointed, enraged, or upset, I’m not the most talented actor, I can’t hide things, and if I try to I burst out crying. He didn’t want to be with me? Was he forced to do this, will he be punished if he leaves? “Yes…I could only show up for problems….but now, even though I shouldn’t, I will be with you always.” He sounded like he cared, but I was so upset and angry I shouted “IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU ARE HERE?” I was yelling at someone who was actually there for me, but the loving feeling he had provided was gone, just a familiar emptiness, like before. “No” He stated calmly, “I chose to do this, I care about you! Do you know how many humans scream when they see me? Do you know how many times I had to move to get away from ghost hunters? Elizzy, you held out your hand to me, and I took it. We will always be friends.” The loved feeling came back, sweeter than Swedish chocolate, sweeter than before. Matt faded away without saying goodbye, like he always had done. In his absence I scanned the scene of the crash, everyone in my family was unconscious but alive, and I only had a few cuts, none that drew blood and three large purple bruises on my arms. Thank god it wasn’t worse, someone could have died, not even the old man in the other car was dead, or even hurt badly. Thank god it wasn’t worse, someone could have died, not even the old man in the other car was dead, or hurt badly. An ambulance came flashing bright red and blue lights that scared the hell out of me, I was just in the hospital, and I want no part of the whiteness of the hallways, or red and blue lights ever again! I refused to get in the large car, as a result the called my grandmother on a cell phone, which at the time for me, was a very confusing, to me it was a magic rectangle that your relatives somehow fit inside of.
My grandmother picked me up in a small red car, it smelled new; it looked new, shiny, plastic like, new. The terrible smell may have given me a piercing head ache, I may have just recovered from a deadly disease, I may have gotten in a car accident, but at least I have Matt, forever on my side.
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I know this was a little shorter than normal, but I hope this is a good chapter and I hope Iexplained the bit of mary-sue-ness from the last chapter.
My grandmother picked me up in a small red car, it smelled new; it looked new, shiny, plastic like, new. The terrible smell may have given me a piercing head ache, I may have just recovered from a deadly disease, I may have gotten in a car accident, but at least I have Matt, forever on my side.
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I know this was a little shorter than normal, but I hope this is a good chapter and I hope Iexplained the bit of mary-sue-ness from the last chapter.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what you think of it, please?
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
i was a normal 18 year old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( more like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i said " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he said " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he said " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new