"Do you have asthma?" the gym teacher asked me. My thoughts flickered to Emery. He had asthma, right? Breathlessly, I nodded. "Go get your inhaler. Emery, go with her." Emery helped get me up, and we went inside, as I was taking my last breaths.
"Give me.." I rasped. "Your inhaler."
"What?" Emery asked, unbelieving.
"Get me your inhaler," I sinabi through my teeth. My head started to spin. Quickly, Emery ran into the boys' locker room. A couple moments later, he returned with his inhaler, and handed it to me. I pumped some of it into my mouth, and thankfully it helped a bit. I sat there on the floor a few madami moments, until my breath returned.
"Shelby, you gotta stop these fucking drugs," Emery said, talking down to me like I was a child or something.
"You gotta mind your own fucking business," I said, leaning my head back against the wall.
"Shelby, it's only going to get worse if you don't stop. You could die."
"Good," I glared at him. That made him speechless.
"What the hell is your problem?!" he shouted at me after a few moments. "You've got your whole life ahead of you! How can you just throw it away like its worthless?"
"Because it is," I snapped. "And I've got nothing ahead of me... My life is not worth living. I'm surprised it took me this long to realize it."
"Oh please," he scoffed. "Your life couldn't seriously be that bad. You---"
"My mother abandoned me," I began. "She left me and my sisters a couple months ago. Before that, we lived in a two bedroom house, with nearly no food. My sister Paige worked full time, and had to be Kirsten and Sage's teacher. I watched them all day, when I wasn't out looking for a job. I have four sisters. None of us know our fathers. All of them left us. Same with my mom. I live with my relatives, who are nothing but nice to us, when we don't deserve it. I always feel like I'm a bother to someone. I'm always in someone's way. And I just..." I held my head in my hands, gripping my hair. "I just want it to all end!"
"I... I'm sorry, Shelby. I didn't know..." Emery sinabi quietly. I ignored him, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself down. I didn't want to cry in front of anyone. Emery sat down susunod to me. "It must be so hard..."
"It's getting better," I admitted quietly. I looked up at him. "When I'm high, I don't have to think about it. It's easier." He sighed, shaking his head at me.
"Temporarily," he reminded me.
"Time doesn't matter. Whatever I can get, no matter how long it lasts, I'll take it. It's worth it."
"Yeah, but..." he sighed, probably not knowing what to say. "You're killing yourself, Shelby." I stood up and shrugged.
"Again, I'll take what I can get."
"Give me.." I rasped. "Your inhaler."
"What?" Emery asked, unbelieving.
"Get me your inhaler," I sinabi through my teeth. My head started to spin. Quickly, Emery ran into the boys' locker room. A couple moments later, he returned with his inhaler, and handed it to me. I pumped some of it into my mouth, and thankfully it helped a bit. I sat there on the floor a few madami moments, until my breath returned.
"Shelby, you gotta stop these fucking drugs," Emery said, talking down to me like I was a child or something.
"You gotta mind your own fucking business," I said, leaning my head back against the wall.
"Shelby, it's only going to get worse if you don't stop. You could die."
"Good," I glared at him. That made him speechless.
"What the hell is your problem?!" he shouted at me after a few moments. "You've got your whole life ahead of you! How can you just throw it away like its worthless?"
"Because it is," I snapped. "And I've got nothing ahead of me... My life is not worth living. I'm surprised it took me this long to realize it."
"Oh please," he scoffed. "Your life couldn't seriously be that bad. You---"
"My mother abandoned me," I began. "She left me and my sisters a couple months ago. Before that, we lived in a two bedroom house, with nearly no food. My sister Paige worked full time, and had to be Kirsten and Sage's teacher. I watched them all day, when I wasn't out looking for a job. I have four sisters. None of us know our fathers. All of them left us. Same with my mom. I live with my relatives, who are nothing but nice to us, when we don't deserve it. I always feel like I'm a bother to someone. I'm always in someone's way. And I just..." I held my head in my hands, gripping my hair. "I just want it to all end!"
"I... I'm sorry, Shelby. I didn't know..." Emery sinabi quietly. I ignored him, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself down. I didn't want to cry in front of anyone. Emery sat down susunod to me. "It must be so hard..."
"It's getting better," I admitted quietly. I looked up at him. "When I'm high, I don't have to think about it. It's easier." He sighed, shaking his head at me.
"Temporarily," he reminded me.
"Time doesn't matter. Whatever I can get, no matter how long it lasts, I'll take it. It's worth it."
"Yeah, but..." he sighed, probably not knowing what to say. "You're killing yourself, Shelby." I stood up and shrugged.
"Again, I'll take what I can get."
Once i was having a araw dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 taon old was Pagsulat a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are you doing here?," she asked. "I pag-ibig the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner you guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came sa pamamagitan ng the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came sa pamamagitan ng the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a tagahanga fiction of the novel, Darker Still, sa pamamagitan ng Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in pag-ibig with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present araw New York, 13 taon old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced sa pamamagitan ng a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed madami often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in pag-ibig with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present araw New York, 13 taon old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced sa pamamagitan ng a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed madami often. But is that really best?
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I pag-ibig being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I pag-ibig being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Nawawala within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can pag-ibig be tamed? No
pag-ibig is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Nawawala within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can pag-ibig be tamed? No
pag-ibig is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??
Evlynn
