There we stand. Looking out over the city as the sun sets making it seem as if the town is ablaze. His hand slowly makes its way toward mine. I can’t. So I leave. I’d rather not have to live with the guilt of killing him. He calls after me. I go down the rocky side of the mountain stumbling into a forest. I’d have to walk home.
There is a place in which nobody goes. A place in which the living are never home. A place where the dead roam. Its a place where you will be all alone until someone comes to bring you home.
Wow. I don’t even know where to start. Well hello there followers. I haven’t been on here in a while. Honestly I’m a bit upset because I haven’t written in a while either but I’ll try to :). I’ve been super busy so yeah… Anywho if you guys have anything you want me to write it’d actually help because right now I’m not sure what to write. Hopefully I’ll be writing something new soon.
Ta Ta for now :)
P.S-I don’t know why I wrote “Ta Ta.”
“It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My mother told me when I was eight what love was like. True love in her words. I wonder what happened.” She says.
“Stop it Emma” Her father says.
“Apparently it wasn’t true love!” She screams angrily. “In order for it to be true love both parties have to be in lov-” she’s cut off by him slapping her across the face.
“It wasn’t my fault she killed herself because of it I didn’t know” her father screams enraged at his daughter’s outburst.
“AND IT WASN’T HER FAULT THAT SHE APPARENTLY WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU. IT WASN’T HER FAULT THAT YOU LIED TO HER ABOUT YOUR LOVE FOR HER BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T LOOK PAST THE DAMN SCAR ON HER FACE.” She screams the words so loud her throat hurts.
The very same year her mother told her about love was the year her mother was attacked in her own home. She was slashed across the face, her eye swollen shut. Ever since then her father just didn’t look at her mother the same.
“Your mother chose death. She chose the easy way out and I’m sorry because I know that’s hard for you.” Her father says calmly.
“The easy way out? YOU CHEATED ON HER. YOU HAD A WHOLE OTHER FAMILY WHILE BEING WITH HER AND IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH YOU BEAT HER AND YOU CALLED HER NAMES!” she screams.
The look on her faces displays fear as she knows she’s gone too far.
What are you doing? I think. Charlie Sanders runs across the street. I stare I can’t do anything. I shouldn’t care what he does. Then it happens. I most definitely care about what he’s just done.
“CHARLIE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?” I scream.
He lays in the middle of the street. No cars are around. Just him on the ground in his own pool of blood with a black gun in his hand.
“What in the world?” sunlight peered through the blinds in my apartment.
I could of swore I closed those blinds, and then I see it. The window latch is broken. I get up off the couch quickly and grab my gun up off of the couch. I move cautiously through my apartment looking for anything out of the ordinary. God I shouldn’t have testified against that guy. William Albert had killed two men without leaving fingerprints. I was the only witness and no one had believed me. They said Mr. Pottenger had committed suicide and so had Mrs. Albert. But I watched him push them over the side of the patio. He threw Mr. Pottenger over because he witnessed it as well. People said that not being able to save Mrs. Albert is why he committed suicide but it just didn’t add up. There’s this whooshing sound and I’m knocked against the wall. I struggle against the body ontop of me.
Do you ever feel like you don’t have a reason to stay with something anymore? I’m at that point right now. I think about just quitting this blog and all of that… I’m not sure if I should but at the same time I won’t be writing anymore on this or anything (mostly because of lack of motivation). I think its time to say goodbye.