On the outside, club WISH was any other club. Drunk teens, crazy loud music, lights. But to Sasha, WISH stood out of them all...
Sasha pushed past the heavy metal doors and stared with wide eyes at the swirl of teens above her head. Sasha, don't start flipping out, your okay, just here to get Izzy and be out, She reminded herself and tried to push her way to the stage. being only 13 and a god foot shorter then most the teens around her she shoved past them with way more effort then needed. Already she was anorexic and simple things like this were hard, all she anted to do was go curl up in a ball somewhere were nobody could see her. Eventually through all the lights and noise and music she was terribly lost.
she found a corner in the room but through all her effort she wasn't able to do anything but stay where she had been pushed to. looking behind her, there was a girl. the girl was about 15, with long blonde hair. she wasn't the prettiest of all girls but that was most likely do to her chapped lips and bloodshot eyes. her voice was weak and hoarse.
"Hey kid, what are you doing in my corner?"
Sasha bit her lip nervously,
"Oh, um, i'm sorry ill er out of your way as son as i can." The girl nodded and gave a little half smile at Sasha.
"You look awful skinny girl, are you anorexic?"
"Uh.. no" Sasha lied "i um, have a ur, metabolism issue,"The girl shook her head.
"You shouldn't be doin' that to yourself kid, come sit with me." Sasha wasn't too sure, but there was something different about this girl, something Sasha felt she would come to adore about her. Sasha scuffled over to the girl and sat cross legged next to her. now that Sasha could see the girl better she could see in the girls lap. there was a load of drugs. Meth, Cocaine, Crack, Heroine. and she looked back up at the girl. This girl had broken eyes and a crooked face.
"See. kid, i wanted to talk to you, dont end up like me, see" She pointed out the drugs one by one, each time Sasha's heart dropped. "Meth, stared that when i was 12 and my mom died, crack, started that when i was 12 also and my father committed suicide. Cocaine, i did that when my foster parents gave me up. and Heroine, when my best friend was murdered." The girl looked at Sasha "Now look at me, you don't want to end up like me right?" Sasha nodded. she really didn't. "I know about you i can see it in your eyes. You've been doing crack."
Sasha bit her lip. the girl was right. Sasha had started smoking crack when she as 12. 'I'll let you outta this corner mm'kay?" Sasha nodded. "Get out of those damn habits girl. your an absoulutly gorgeous girl, you'd be just skinny enough if you ate some damn food and quit it with the crack. you dot want to end up like the girl in the corner right?" Sasha shook her head
"No..."
The girl smiled. stood up. and shoved some people to the side making way for Sasha to pass.
Dont end up like the girl in the corner... the words rang through Sasha's head. She would never. and she made her way to the stage.
Sasha pushed past the heavy metal doors and stared with wide eyes at the swirl of teens above her head. Sasha, don't start flipping out, your okay, just here to get Izzy and be out, She reminded herself and tried to push her way to the stage. being only 13 and a god foot shorter then most the teens around her she shoved past them with way more effort then needed. Already she was anorexic and simple things like this were hard, all she anted to do was go curl up in a ball somewhere were nobody could see her. Eventually through all the lights and noise and music she was terribly lost.
she found a corner in the room but through all her effort she wasn't able to do anything but stay where she had been pushed to. looking behind her, there was a girl. the girl was about 15, with long blonde hair. she wasn't the prettiest of all girls but that was most likely do to her chapped lips and bloodshot eyes. her voice was weak and hoarse.
"Hey kid, what are you doing in my corner?"
Sasha bit her lip nervously,
"Oh, um, i'm sorry ill er out of your way as son as i can." The girl nodded and gave a little half smile at Sasha.
"You look awful skinny girl, are you anorexic?"
"Uh.. no" Sasha lied "i um, have a ur, metabolism issue,"The girl shook her head.
"You shouldn't be doin' that to yourself kid, come sit with me." Sasha wasn't too sure, but there was something different about this girl, something Sasha felt she would come to adore about her. Sasha scuffled over to the girl and sat cross legged next to her. now that Sasha could see the girl better she could see in the girls lap. there was a load of drugs. Meth, Cocaine, Crack, Heroine. and she looked back up at the girl. This girl had broken eyes and a crooked face.
"See. kid, i wanted to talk to you, dont end up like me, see" She pointed out the drugs one by one, each time Sasha's heart dropped. "Meth, stared that when i was 12 and my mom died, crack, started that when i was 12 also and my father committed suicide. Cocaine, i did that when my foster parents gave me up. and Heroine, when my best friend was murdered." The girl looked at Sasha "Now look at me, you don't want to end up like me right?" Sasha nodded. she really didn't. "I know about you i can see it in your eyes. You've been doing crack."
Sasha bit her lip. the girl was right. Sasha had started smoking crack when she as 12. 'I'll let you outta this corner mm'kay?" Sasha nodded. "Get out of those damn habits girl. your an absoulutly gorgeous girl, you'd be just skinny enough if you ate some damn food and quit it with the crack. you dot want to end up like the girl in the corner right?" Sasha shook her head
"No..."
The girl smiled. stood up. and shoved some people to the side making way for Sasha to pass.
Dont end up like the girl in the corner... the words rang through Sasha's head. She would never. and she made her way to the stage.
Within the furthest reaches of the heart lies those desires whose name one dares no speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very highest of ecstasy to the depths of despair. Through the ages, the words impassioned lovers have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of your own desires- Unedited, Undiluted, Uninhibited.... Abandon yourself....
~IF YOU DARE~
~IF YOU DARE~
Wrath
I am one of the deadly sins,
For I am the one that makes you feel angry,
And may lead you to do wrongful things.
I blind you,
And mask the truth from you;
I hide your actions,
And make them unaware to you until
You realise what just happened.
I am a curse,
For I blind you from the truth,
And make you unwilling to accept that truth,
Because I am anger,
Which makes your rage come true,
Which brings about your wrath,
Which is my true name,
And with it comes a grudge.
I am a curse,
And you do not want me,
But honestly,
It is fun for me to see
You hurting other people,
Even though you don't intentionally do it,
Or even if you are blinded by the truth.
For I am Wrath,
And I take amusement from your anger,
And the pain you inflict on others,
And I am from the fiery pits of hell.
Beware of your human instincts,
For I am one of them,
And I may show up in your fiery head.
I am one of the deadly sins,
For I am the one that makes you feel angry,
And may lead you to do wrongful things.
I blind you,
And mask the truth from you;
I hide your actions,
And make them unaware to you until
You realise what just happened.
I am a curse,
For I blind you from the truth,
And make you unwilling to accept that truth,
Because I am anger,
Which makes your rage come true,
Which brings about your wrath,
Which is my true name,
And with it comes a grudge.
I am a curse,
And you do not want me,
But honestly,
It is fun for me to see
You hurting other people,
Even though you don't intentionally do it,
Or even if you are blinded by the truth.
For I am Wrath,
And I take amusement from your anger,
And the pain you inflict on others,
And I am from the fiery pits of hell.
Beware of your human instincts,
For I am one of them,
And I may show up in your fiery head.
Vertonica Bond: seven years old with the dark dirty blue hair also at the first foster home
