"Mommy, Lilly fell."
The innocent voice of a little girl rose to reach my ears. At first I wasn't worried; didn't all three year olds fall?
"Mommy, Lilly fell in the pond. She isn't moving anymore."
Panic set in. The next hours were a blur. One minute Lilly and Alexandra were playing outside, the next, my baby girl was dead.
"Alex, sweetie, can you tell me what happened to your sister?" The officer asked.
"Well, we were seeing who could run fastest. And Lilly got too close to the pond. She slipped on a rock or something, I think."
"So, she fell?"
Alex nodded her silent reply to the officer. For a month now the story she told had chan
Once upon a time, there was a princess. She kinda looked like a nineteen year old version of Dakota Fanning. Well, except she had curly black hair and brown eyes. She was Hispanic actually so I guess she didn't really look like Dakota Fanning at all. Well crap now I'm not really sure who she looked like, but I bet she looked like someone. I mean she can't be the only Hispanic princess with curly black hair and brown eyes now can she? Oh goodness, I just remembered who she reminded me of I was watching Dora the Explorer yesterday with my cousin. Our princess sorta looks like that, except she isn't a cartoon, nor does she have
Gill Perkins was a quiet man. He kept to himself and didn't like to be bothered. He lived on a quiet street in Colorado Springs, Colorado. No one really knew much about him. If you asked anyone in town about him they wouldn't be able to tell you much. There wasn't much to know about him. Most people only knew what he looked like. A twenty- three- year- old male who always wore a black cowboy hat, flannel shirt, wrangler jeans, and black cowboy boots. Nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd.
Around the time that Gill moved to that quiet little street, there was an alert put on the news. "Colorado Rodeo Killer Strikes Again" i
She felt like she was being interrogated. He questioned her endlessly. When would they realize she didn't know where he was? He just disappeared one day, and she couldn't stop him. She wished that she could. He had been her best friend. She had trusted him; she had never trusted anyone else before. He betrayed her; but yet she still missed him. She still wished that he were here to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. She realized that maybe she loved him.
"Elizabeth, please tell me everything you know about Jacob." He asked.
"I've never left my house until now. My parents died when I turned sixteen. After that I refuse
Every forty seconds, a child in the U.S is reported missing. That means over two thousand children are reported missing every day. Out of "stereotypical kidnappings" seventy one percent are by a stranger, and twenty nine percent are by a slight acquaintance. Forty percent are murdered, four percent are never found. One study of missing child statistics showed, out of the murdered abduction victims, that forty four percent died within the first hour, by the third hour it was seventy four percent, and it was ninety one percent after twenty four hours. Sammy went missing a week ago.
"Samuel Grant, age five. Blond hair, green eyes. L
Secrets, those things that create a void inside you. Perhaps my void was rather large, keeping this dark thing locked away for so long. It eats you alive until you can't stand it anymore. You just want to scream. You just want to make the pain stop. It may have been easier to tell someone what had happened, but that is easier said than done.
"Ms. Smith, do you deny the charges brought against you today?"
I am seventeen now. My secrets got out, I was put on trial. They had no idea what I went through to get here. The pain I endured to come here. I had tried to take my own life. I just wanted to die. Anything would be better than this tor
Hold my hand my darling child
It will be alright
Ill hold you til youre safe and warm
And clear you from all fright
The arms of the protector
Are always very near
But there will be a time,
My love, when I will not be here
Remember I will love you
Until the day I die
But until then, my darling
Be still and dont cry
It was a quiet night in the middle of October. I was sitting on my bed, listening to the quiet debate of my parents in the hall. There was a sudden silence, followed by the slamming of a door. I hurried over to the window. I saw my daddy walk down the street. With him he carried a bag... that is when i knew he wasn't coming back. I sat in the dark, thinking, wishing, hoping, and praying that we would turn around and come back. But he never did.
I woke up in a cold sweat. It had been two nights since Daddy left. Two nights filled with horrible dreams. I slowly walked down the stairs, looking at the family photos, remembering how happy we once
"Rain rain go away. Come again another day."
I heard the voices echoing off the walls as I sat in the hallway. They were distorted and twisted. Why was I doing this again? It was like a painful cycle that never stopped. I took anything I could get my hands on that would get me high, and always regretted it later.
"Rain rain go away. Come again another day."
The voices only became quicker and louder and more distorted. As if they were coming closer. What was happening to me? The room began to spin and everything started to blur. What had I taken?
"Rain rain go away. Come again another day."
NO! Go away! Please just stop! I can't take it a
I wish I could forget by DearMissMarie, literature
Literature
I wish I could forget
I wish I could forget it.
They said it would be easy, and painless. Most importantly they said no one would ever know. That is what sold me. I couldn't let anyone know.
I wish I would have walked away.
I was nervous, but who wouldn't be? I mean I had never been anywhere that freaked me out that much. I was doing something that would change my life forever.
I wish I would have known how it would end.
I met a girl named Amanda there. She went on and on about how she had been there twice before. She seemed so cool with it all. She was seventeen, a year older than me. I couldn't help but think, is this how I will become.
I wish I could take
"Mommy, Lilly fell."
The innocent voice of a little girl rose to reach my ears. At first I wasn't worried; didn't all three year olds fall?
"Mommy, Lilly fell in the pond. She isn't moving anymore."
Panic set in. The next hours were a blur. One minute Lilly and Alexandra were playing outside, the next, my baby girl was dead.
"Alex, sweetie, can you tell me what happened to your sister?" The officer asked.
"Well, we were seeing who could run fastest. And Lilly got too close to the pond. She slipped on a rock or something, I think."
"So, she fell?"
Alex nodded her silent reply to the officer. For a month now the story she told had chan
Once upon a time, there was a princess. She kinda looked like a nineteen year old version of Dakota Fanning. Well, except she had curly black hair and brown eyes. She was Hispanic actually so I guess she didn't really look like Dakota Fanning at all. Well crap now I'm not really sure who she looked like, but I bet she looked like someone. I mean she can't be the only Hispanic princess with curly black hair and brown eyes now can she? Oh goodness, I just remembered who she reminded me of I was watching Dora the Explorer yesterday with my cousin. Our princess sorta looks like that, except she isn't a cartoon, nor does she have
Gill Perkins was a quiet man. He kept to himself and didn't like to be bothered. He lived on a quiet street in Colorado Springs, Colorado. No one really knew much about him. If you asked anyone in town about him they wouldn't be able to tell you much. There wasn't much to know about him. Most people only knew what he looked like. A twenty- three- year- old male who always wore a black cowboy hat, flannel shirt, wrangler jeans, and black cowboy boots. Nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd.
Around the time that Gill moved to that quiet little street, there was an alert put on the news. "Colorado Rodeo Killer Strikes Again" i
She felt like she was being interrogated. He questioned her endlessly. When would they realize she didn't know where he was? He just disappeared one day, and she couldn't stop him. She wished that she could. He had been her best friend. She had trusted him; she had never trusted anyone else before. He betrayed her; but yet she still missed him. She still wished that he were here to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. She realized that maybe she loved him.
"Elizabeth, please tell me everything you know about Jacob." He asked.
"I've never left my house until now. My parents died when I turned sixteen. After that I refuse
Every forty seconds, a child in the U.S is reported missing. That means over two thousand children are reported missing every day. Out of "stereotypical kidnappings" seventy one percent are by a stranger, and twenty nine percent are by a slight acquaintance. Forty percent are murdered, four percent are never found. One study of missing child statistics showed, out of the murdered abduction victims, that forty four percent died within the first hour, by the third hour it was seventy four percent, and it was ninety one percent after twenty four hours. Sammy went missing a week ago.
"Samuel Grant, age five. Blond hair, green eyes. L
Secrets, those things that create a void inside you. Perhaps my void was rather large, keeping this dark thing locked away for so long. It eats you alive until you can't stand it anymore. You just want to scream. You just want to make the pain stop. It may have been easier to tell someone what had happened, but that is easier said than done.
"Ms. Smith, do you deny the charges brought against you today?"
I am seventeen now. My secrets got out, I was put on trial. They had no idea what I went through to get here. The pain I endured to come here. I had tried to take my own life. I just wanted to die. Anything would be better than this tor
"Just do it, do it you know you want to. You need to they don't want you here... just do it"
I couldn't listen anymore. I buried my head in my hands to block out the noise. The voice persisted.
"You know I'm right! It will only take a few minutes"
I looked at the bottles spread on my bed. Maybe ten, or fifteen covered the starry comforter. No one was home, no one would know. It was just me and her. They didn't have to know. Maybe I should, it wasn't like they cared. They wouldn't have left me here. They knew I was sick..... why did they leave me here alone with HER? They knew she started it all. They knew it wasn't my fault. I opened each
Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one.
I opened my eyes to face my new home. The room was small, but just big enough for two girls. I looked over to see the other half of the room perfect, as if it were meant to be put in a magazine. She was OCD I could tell. A lot of us were. Counting steps, fixing pictures on the wall, organizing, perfection. That's one more thing we could control, since we couldn't control our eating anymore.
Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one.
I should have fixed it myself. I could have done it on my own. I don't need these people and their
Some things never change by DearMissMarie, literature
Literature
Some things never change
Im tired of the bloodshed
Im tired of the tears
Im tired of the sleepless nights
Im sick of all these fears
The truth is hard to learn sometimes
The tears, down my face the fall
I wish thing are the way they were
That they had never changed at all
Im leaving all I knew behind
Friends that now belong only to my past
I knew it had to happen
Because some things never last
I wish I could forget by DearMissMarie, literature
Literature
I wish I could forget
I wish I could forget it.
They said it would be easy, and painless. Most importantly they said no one would ever know. That is what sold me. I couldn't let anyone know.
I wish I would have walked away.
I was nervous, but who wouldn't be? I mean I had never been anywhere that freaked me out that much. I was doing something that would change my life forever.
I wish I would have known how it would end.
I met a girl named Amanda there. She went on and on about how she had been there twice before. She seemed so cool with it all. She was seventeen, a year older than me. I couldn't help but think, is this how I will become.
I wish I could take
According to you, According to me by ashleyorerin, literature
Literature
According to you, According to me
According to you
I'm beautiful
I'm smart
I'm amazing
I'm funny
Accordying to me
I'm untalented
I'm fat
I'm fucked up
I'm boring
According to you
I'm Passionate
I'm lovable
I'm trustworthy
I'm everything you ever wanted
Accordying to me
I'm wondering if you could be right
I'm wondering if I'm beautifuk
I'm wondering if I'm worth it
I'm wondering if we were meant to be forever
Sing me a song of beauty,
Of maidens white and fair,
Whisper me a melody,
Of knights brave beyond compare,
Tell me tales of victory, and courage,
Where hope was lost,
Speak to me of mountains,
And great oceans wide and deep,
Promise me the faery realms,
and strange creatures from the myths,
Fill my head with wonders,
As you lay me down to sleep,
Sing to me the stories,
Of the world time couldn't keep
"Mommy, Lilly fell."
The innocent voice of a little girl rose to reach my ears. At first I wasn't worried; didn't all three year olds fall?
"Mommy, Lilly fell in the pond. She isn't moving anymore."
Panic set in. The next hours were a blur. One minute Lilly and Alexandra were playing outside, the next, my baby girl was dead.
"Alex, sweetie, can you tell me what happened to your sister?" The officer asked.
"Well, we were seeing who could run fastest. And Lilly got too close to the pond. She slipped on a rock or something, I think."
"So, she fell?"
Alex nodded her silent reply to the officer. For a month now the story she told had chan
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I've been gone a while. Since the last time I posted anything I've:
gotten married
had a baby
moved 800 miles away
I hope to have something new coming up shortly.