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You tossed in your sleep, clutching your favourite stuffed animal. Sweat rolled down your cheeks, as the voices in your dream coming closer towards you, whispering in your ears. You started to cry out in your sleep, saying that you'd wanted them to go away, and stop harassing you. As one of them came closer, your eyes shot open.
You sat up, whimpering. Your _____ eyes scanned the room, only to find that it was all a dream, you were really in reality. You sobbed, stepping out of bed. In your seven year old mind, there was only one person that could save you from the bad men, your papa Lovino.
Making your way towards his room, you see him sleeping soundly in his bed. You were scared to wake him, but with determination in your little mind, you hugged your stuffed animal closer to your chest, tugging at his sleeves of his pyjama top. A sudden noise made you sob, you were terrified now.
Lovino groaned, feeling the tug at his sleeve. Opening his eyes, he spotted you at his bed side, sobbing
Hetalia Boarding AcadameyIn your dorm at the academy
Your sleeping. You realise that, today is a school day, as usual. So, you decide to wake up, since your bloody alarm keeps on going, beep beep beep .. BEEP. So you look at the clock, it reads 5:00am, in the morning. You think to yourself, Hey. I'm in a boarding school. So, it wouldn't hurt if I sleep in for just once, in my life, right? Right. So you decide to sleep in, for five minutes, so you did. Your still sleeping. Now you feel refreshed, so you wake up, only to see, that your late. AGAIN. Now, the clock reads 6:50am. Your homeroom class starts at seven. NOW, your panicking.
PANIK!!!!!! OH GREAT!!! What's going to my new EXCUSE today?!!!! You think to yourself. So, you rush out of bed, get dressed, do your hair messily, and you say to yourself, "HEAD RUSH!" You open the door, only to find a letter at your door. You pick it up, open it, and started to read it. It said this;
Request RomanoxReader: Love Like Woe!
You were so nervous, as you stood in front of the office that day. Today was your very first day on starting a new high school. You were trying on uniforms, your ______ eyes were filled with utter boredom as they fitted you into your uniform. It was a stupid uniform at that, but you just sighed at this fact.
School was boring for you, and nothing could ever change that fact. Ever.
Until, you met HIM.
You were walking to your first lesson, which happened to be Math, and you hated Math for two reasons. One, it was so boring, and two; you were never really good at it. You hated it in general anyway, so why bother turning up, right? However, you weren't that type of person, so you decide to strive through it, as you tend to.
You enter the room, and sat in a random seat. As you did this, you had this feeling, not a good one, but a bad one, that someone was watching you from afar. You glanced back to see this boy, brown hair, brown eyes, one curl that went to one side of his head, staring in
My Peaceful Place Chapter One - Is This It?The imagination is a big thing, if people believe it or not. It's this part of your brain that does the dreams and stuff, or whatever the science teacher said. I may be no scientist, but when it comes to imagination, I'm what they call, 'The Girl That's In Her Own World'. The truth is, my world comes to life.
Okay, I think it's about time I introduce myself to you. My name is Hailey, and yes, it's a boring common name. I'm your average fifteen year old girl in this world. I have my ups and downs, but if you think about it, I guess that's a part of life, huh? (Well, mum says it is). However, unlike you lot, I have one thing wrong with me; my imagination comes to life, literally!
No, I'm not talking about those stupid theories people have when people have an imagination to begin with, no, what I'm talking about, is when something comes to life, kind of like that movie when the man builds that guy? You know, when he comes to life by a flash of lightening? Well, you know what I mean, that'
My Peaceful Place Chapter Two - The School ThingyGreat! I think my mum talked to all of my teachers, (how does she know that many people?!), because they're all asking, or rather forcing me, to join an after school group curriculum thingy, God I don't know! Apparently, I need to improve my social skills. Heck, I don't need to, I have good social skills with people I just don't use them that often. Damn this school!
Before all this choosing a school group, (I have no idea what they call it!), I might as well tell you about the assembly.
According to the principle, every Friday we get to wear free dress, they call it causal day. It's supposed to boost our self-esteems about ourselves or whatever. Well, in my honest opinion, this is a chance to make even more fun of the different, (me), people about pin pointing them on what they wear. I could imagine everyone in clown suits and acrobat tights, that would be funny!
Oh crap I did it again. Everyone, (but this group in the corner), is either in a clown suit or acroba
Memory of YouYou slowly walked away,
left me solemn in the rain.
I guess it shouldn't be a surprise.
You saw the reaction on my face
when you gave the last embrace.
There began the story of our demise.
And now there's nothing but...
just a cold tear tear, just a hard breath.
A mere moment collapses, nothing is left.
You said your goodbyes, there was nothing I could do.
So I quietly drift away trapped in the memory of you.
Several days pass by
and I think I'm losing time.
Where did my concentration go?
So much anxiety over you,
don't know how I will get through.
But it will be alright, I know.
Still you left me with...
just a cold tear, just a hard breath.
A mere moment collapsed and nothing was left.
You said your goodbyes, there was nothing I could do.
So I quietly drifted away trapped in the memory of you.
It's been a year since then
and the mending has kicked in.
No more struggling against the pain.
Since I gave up on the fight
and surrendered to the light,
only a peace of mind remains.
What Happened?We were once us but now me
You say you care but really you don't
I rather if you don't so that you can drift away like a memory
Now I am alone, walking alone in this cold world
Just move on, there are others that make me happy
So in a way I thank you for leaving
Thanks for making happier but it the days like this that I stop and want to go back
But how to go back when there is nothing there
You left and move on like nothing
Why should I care?
"If I lose you, I don't know what I would do"
I remember I said that and turns out to be true
You walk away, that's all she wrote
Don't just say goodbye when I never wanted to
Too bad that you felt miserable
Its sad one can be happy and the other can be feel not same
Was it the reason why we got into this relationship just to forget who we were chasing before?
Or wasn't that something needed to change with our lives?
I don't know, it happened within a blink of an eye
I didn't try hard enough or you gave up too easily?
Can't change anything that ha
UnderstandExcuse me, I'm sorry to impose
Won't you both keep on your clothes
I have something that I have to say
You might laugh or you might get upset
Are you listening to me yet?
I can't just simply walk away
Boy, I lost my trust in you
Girl, if you knew what I knew
You'd see he's not the person he appears
But you take his word over mine
I just hope you'll leave in time
Before you see that he's your biggest fears
Sometimes I even wonder if
The possibility of this
So called 'karma' even exists
How come I'm here with open arms
An open heart in risk of harm
Yet he's the one with someone else to kiss?
Boy, you don't deserve her
Girl, you deserve better
But still I have to see you hand in hand
Soon you'll see just what he is
And maybe when it comes to this
Maybe then you'll finally understand
Excuse me, I don't mean to offend
But I can't smile and pretend
That you'll be perfect for each other
He'll tell you that you're the only one
Blink your eyes and he'll be gone
Off to find a perfect lover
TryI try and try again
But nothing seems to work
She just keeps ignoring me
She keeps thinking it is dead
I keep on trying to tell her it's not
But why won't you listen
Listening is key
I have been listening to you this whole time
But not once I turned away and said
"I wish it could have been different"
No, that's not how I thought
How it felt
Being through so much with you that I can't let go just like that
No, I am not saying I am living in the past
I am saying I want you to still be there
I want you not to give in to your own doubt
Believe me, please
My life is better with you not without
Hanging on a thread and I grab it with all my might for that it would be sew on and not drift away
No sarcastic tone, no laughing matter
All in seriousness, serious about you
Serious that this still can work out
All relationships go though turmoil, crap, mess ups and all
But it takes a real one get through it
It wouldn't be an easy road but a doable road
I know you hate the feeling of making this deci
Japanese Love SongI can no longer fall in love
Anymore, in this way.
It is too difficult to tame
To understand, you
Reminded of a evening summer breeze
Warm and fleeting
We were meant to stay the same
Through all the seasons
Even when the snow covered the ground
And loneliness burned my cheeks with shame
Because understanding was different from saying,
"I am no longer able to fall in love, with you, this way."
The EmpathI take what isn't mine,
leaving what is good behind.
Taking the pain and leaving joy.
They smile, not knowing what I've done.
I cry over this, because I know what I've done.
I wear the mask.
As the smile openly.
No one knows what I do,
that I can sense and take emotion.
I can take pain and leave joy.
Though, I wish they did.
An Empath can feel what isn't their own feeling,
they can also take it from others.
Taking their pain so they wont.
That's what I do.
It's so much more than empathy,
it's feeling it in my very core that's not even mine.
Pain, sorrow, feeling hollow.
That isn't mine in the beginning.
I help by taking.
I save by containing.
But will anyone help,
or save me too?
Someone to understand,
an electic touch.
A gentle voice.
So much more than a friend is what I need.
Where to start?
I don't know.
I wish they'd know.
Because I guess they're not here.
Playing GodPlaying God
Hate isn't healing
Too often it's killing
And feelings aren't spared in the process of stealing a life
Stealing a father, a mother, a sister, a brother, a daughter, a son, a husband, or wife
Or maybe just stealing a friend
In the end what you take is a person connected
By strands of affection protected by nothing
But pure unconditional love
And when hearts are infected
And words are inflected
With currents of loathing
The booming voice of some being above
It's these people you hurt
Not just the ones in the dirt
Who feel the effect
Of your hate indirectly
Connecting when push comes to shove
You call me a monster
A monster that loves?
Seems kind of silly to me
Practice your preaching
Or risk only reaching
An audience too blind to see
Tolerance doesn't imply your support
It only requires you do not cavort
As the only opinion worth holding
And when your values conflict
With more sensible edict
Forego the sociopolitical molding
You see people are people
I created A Fallen AngelThis nightmare has resurrected into my finger nails -
peeling my ravenous desires off again.
I don't want to learn my lesson,
I need to learn the hard way by
letting you become my
I will always be a loveless vampire that
feeds on helpless romantics that try
to hide it.
I will grant thee a fresh heart
break it myself,
Clench your unraveling hatred into my skin,
I want to hate you as much as you loved me.
I need to cry your pain,
because you won't show
me how much I hurt
- these haunting whispers will stain my lips
when I think of you.
"Why can't I be the one for you?"
but i only needed your heart because someone
stole mine and never gave it back.
BloodlustI hate you.
I passionately hate you with every single cell of my body.
Everything about you is so disgusting to me,
So pathetic and annoying.
I hate the way you act and talk.
I absolutely despise your essence in general.
Every time I see you,
My neutral expression falls into a frown.
Or rather, I don't even give enough of a care to frown.
As I try my hardest not to glare,
I bite the inside of my cheek.
So hard that I feel my own teeth digging into flesh,
So that that I taste my own blood.
My blood tastes sweet, and I savor every drop.
But not as sweet as your blood would taste;
Surely yours is sweeter and better to taste than mine.
I would love to take apart your flesh with my own claws
And see your raw composition lying there,
So vulnerable, so pitiful, so... Cute.
So beautiful I'd laugh.
No, not the laugh you'd hear from a usual villain,
But the lighthearted laugh you'd hear from a couple on a date,
A child watching his favorite television show,
A man making jokes with his friends.
Don't Leave MeDon't leave me.
Don't want to be alone.
Why do you always leave me?
Why do you always go?
Don't fight with me.
Don't want to hear it anymore.
Why do you always go towards the door?
Why do you walk away from me?
Don't break my heart.
Don't want it shattered.
Why do you always make me cry?
Why do you never say good bye?
Don't leave me.
Don't want to be alone.
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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