Elizabeth woke-up, and looked around the room. She sat up, and pushed her hair back groggily. She looked over beside her-Wyatt was missing. She looked all around the room, and still couldn’t find him. Then, she heard voices on the other side of the door.
The door opened, and Wyatt walked in, with Xavier behind him.
“Oh, did I wake you?” asked Wyatt. Xavier stood behind him, staring at her.
“No, I just got up a minuto ago,” sinabi Elizabeth.
“Okay, good. Well, we need to go dress shopping, the warlock way,” sinabi Wyatt.
“Okay,” Elizabeth sinabi sliding off the tall bed. When her feet hit the floor, she slid backward, and fell. Almost as soon as her butt hit the floor, Xavier was beside of her, helping her up. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” sinabi Xavier.
“Well, Lizybeth, and I have some work to do, so if you will excuse us,” Wyatt sinabi looking at Xavier.
“Of course, I will get out of your way,” sinabi Xavier. He left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
“Now that he’s gone, you need to get on your cloudy gothic face, so we can go dress shopping,” sinabi Wyatt looking at Elizabeth dismayingly.
“I don’t have my make-up, or hair products,” Elizabeth sniffed.
“I got it from the house. It’s the first drawer on the right. And your clothes are in that closet over there,” Wyatt sinabi pointing at the closet.
“Okay, thanks. Shouldn’t you get ready, too?” asked Elizabeth.
“Don’t worry, I will,” sinabi Wyatt. He walked out of the room without another word. Elizabeth opened up the closet door, and looked at her selection.
She finally decided on a pair of tight black pants, a thin white shirt, and black sneakers. She put on some dark eyeliner. Elizabeth decided not to put concealer on today. She didn’t want to hide anything from the Temple members, for, she would be living with them for a while.
Elizabeth fluffed up her hair, and went downstairs. She saw Lucifer standing at the corner of the hallway. He looked at her.
“Hey,” was all he said.
“Hey,” she sinabi in response. He walked over to her, and took her hand. He flipped it over to look at her wrist.
“So, does it hurt-cutting yourself, I mean,” Lucifer studied her wrist.
“Sometimes, it really depends on what you use, though. Razors, not that bad. Scissors, ouch,” Elizabeth watched him.
“Why do you do it?” asked Lucifer, playing with her small hand.
“I had depression, and it’s just a habit I picked up from that. And when I get upset, or mental pain flares, I feel the need,” she explained.
“Mental pain?” Lucifer asked starring into her eyes. She could tell he was worried.
“I don’t want to bore you-” she was cut off sa pamamagitan ng Lucifer.
“If I get bored you will know.”
“Well, I was abandoned sa pamamagitan ng my father-who I suspect is a demon-as a baby. I had a drunk for a mother. She barely knew I existed, and she was never around. I’ve lived with Wyatt on and off since I was eight. I met his parents once when I was eight, but now I suspect they were decoys. Probably other warlocks. I figured they were only off during night shift, but now I know he is a reborn warlock. He didn’t have parents for me to meet.
“And, because of all the hurt I’ve gotten from other people. I’ve gotten good at pretending I’m fine when it really hurts me inside. I usually get hurt when I pretend to long,” explained Elizabeth.
“But still…I don’t understand why-” sinabi Lucifer.
“I don’t understand either, but I feel the need to do it; so I do…” Elizabeth trailed off.
“Do you ever think about suicide?” asked Lucifer.
“Probably madami than I should,” Elizabeth laughed humorlessly.
“Well, I don’t care what you do just don’t hurt yourself-for Wyatt’s sake if nothing else,” Lucifer mumbled, looking around nervously. Elizabeth suspected he was hiding something, but she ignored it.
“Are you ready?” Wyatt popped into the hallway behind Elizabeth.
“Umm, yeah. I’m ready when you are,” she said.
“Well, quit flirting, and let’s go shopping,” he sinabi excitedly, grabbing her wrist, pulling her toward the Temple’s door with a big smile. Elizabeth waved to Lucifer, and stumbled after Wyatt, laughing.
The door opened, and Wyatt walked in, with Xavier behind him.
“Oh, did I wake you?” asked Wyatt. Xavier stood behind him, staring at her.
“No, I just got up a minuto ago,” sinabi Elizabeth.
“Okay, good. Well, we need to go dress shopping, the warlock way,” sinabi Wyatt.
“Okay,” Elizabeth sinabi sliding off the tall bed. When her feet hit the floor, she slid backward, and fell. Almost as soon as her butt hit the floor, Xavier was beside of her, helping her up. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” sinabi Xavier.
“Well, Lizybeth, and I have some work to do, so if you will excuse us,” Wyatt sinabi looking at Xavier.
“Of course, I will get out of your way,” sinabi Xavier. He left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
“Now that he’s gone, you need to get on your cloudy gothic face, so we can go dress shopping,” sinabi Wyatt looking at Elizabeth dismayingly.
“I don’t have my make-up, or hair products,” Elizabeth sniffed.
“I got it from the house. It’s the first drawer on the right. And your clothes are in that closet over there,” Wyatt sinabi pointing at the closet.
“Okay, thanks. Shouldn’t you get ready, too?” asked Elizabeth.
“Don’t worry, I will,” sinabi Wyatt. He walked out of the room without another word. Elizabeth opened up the closet door, and looked at her selection.
She finally decided on a pair of tight black pants, a thin white shirt, and black sneakers. She put on some dark eyeliner. Elizabeth decided not to put concealer on today. She didn’t want to hide anything from the Temple members, for, she would be living with them for a while.
Elizabeth fluffed up her hair, and went downstairs. She saw Lucifer standing at the corner of the hallway. He looked at her.
“Hey,” was all he said.
“Hey,” she sinabi in response. He walked over to her, and took her hand. He flipped it over to look at her wrist.
“So, does it hurt-cutting yourself, I mean,” Lucifer studied her wrist.
“Sometimes, it really depends on what you use, though. Razors, not that bad. Scissors, ouch,” Elizabeth watched him.
“Why do you do it?” asked Lucifer, playing with her small hand.
“I had depression, and it’s just a habit I picked up from that. And when I get upset, or mental pain flares, I feel the need,” she explained.
“Mental pain?” Lucifer asked starring into her eyes. She could tell he was worried.
“I don’t want to bore you-” she was cut off sa pamamagitan ng Lucifer.
“If I get bored you will know.”
“Well, I was abandoned sa pamamagitan ng my father-who I suspect is a demon-as a baby. I had a drunk for a mother. She barely knew I existed, and she was never around. I’ve lived with Wyatt on and off since I was eight. I met his parents once when I was eight, but now I suspect they were decoys. Probably other warlocks. I figured they were only off during night shift, but now I know he is a reborn warlock. He didn’t have parents for me to meet.
“And, because of all the hurt I’ve gotten from other people. I’ve gotten good at pretending I’m fine when it really hurts me inside. I usually get hurt when I pretend to long,” explained Elizabeth.
“But still…I don’t understand why-” sinabi Lucifer.
“I don’t understand either, but I feel the need to do it; so I do…” Elizabeth trailed off.
“Do you ever think about suicide?” asked Lucifer.
“Probably madami than I should,” Elizabeth laughed humorlessly.
“Well, I don’t care what you do just don’t hurt yourself-for Wyatt’s sake if nothing else,” Lucifer mumbled, looking around nervously. Elizabeth suspected he was hiding something, but she ignored it.
“Are you ready?” Wyatt popped into the hallway behind Elizabeth.
“Umm, yeah. I’m ready when you are,” she said.
“Well, quit flirting, and let’s go shopping,” he sinabi excitedly, grabbing her wrist, pulling her toward the Temple’s door with a big smile. Elizabeth waved to Lucifer, and stumbled after Wyatt, laughing.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six taon old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter pagganap strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled sa pamamagitan ng something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six taon old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter pagganap strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled sa pamamagitan ng something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police tanong us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the serbesa since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot madami nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the serbesa since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot madami nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
you don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Nawawala fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and you don’t care anymore,
but you do,
you still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the araw of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing you
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
uy Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat susunod to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my puso in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Nawawala a parent.
It's been a while
Since you sat susunod to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my puso in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Nawawala a parent.