Cassie
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the kalye with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.
Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right. The whitish curtain was pulled to either side and i saw a glimpse of the hospital hallway. In the middle there stood a girl. She looked beaten andshe was shivering. A small pool of water was formed around her feet as the snow melted off her tharshed out converse. Probably the only shoes she had. She had dark hair and eyes, with smudgey makeup. She didn't even try to smile. She wore a long black coat, but it didnt look very warm. The nurse abruptly sinabi "This is Cassandra. Shes here for..." she glanced at her clipboard, scowling"community service". She wore clean, kulay-rosas scrubs and had her hair pulled back in a neat blond bun, but the nurse still looked mean.
"Cassie" the girl interjected softly.
"Whatever" the nurse whispered coldly with an edge to her voice. She jerked away and whipped the curtains together as she strutted out.
Cassie
I walked toward the so called kama timidly. I was at loss for words. There didnt appear to be anything special about the room, ecept for a small bible that rested on a teeny bedside table. An elderly woman laid motionless underneath the pale covers. My shoes sqeuaked unnaturually loud as i stepped on the tile floor. A million tiny tubes extended from the womans body. Why did they put me here. i cant al with dying people! i just cant! I settled down in an uncomfortable chair, located near the bed.
"Hello," i managed to say.
A barely detectable smile appeared on the womans face.
"Nice to meet you". Her voice was rough, but surprisingly clear and loud. Loud for a dying person, that is.
Elaine
"How old are you, sweetie," I asked. She looked about 15, but ya never know.
"17" her voice was shaky and quiet. Ill bet you she was scared. Why was she scared? For goshs sake, she looked skinnier than I did! She had bags under her eyes. 17? 17 taon olds werent supposed to look like this! they were supposed to look happy and fresh! What on earth happened to that girl?!
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the kalye with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.
Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right. The whitish curtain was pulled to either side and i saw a glimpse of the hospital hallway. In the middle there stood a girl. She looked beaten andshe was shivering. A small pool of water was formed around her feet as the snow melted off her tharshed out converse. Probably the only shoes she had. She had dark hair and eyes, with smudgey makeup. She didn't even try to smile. She wore a long black coat, but it didnt look very warm. The nurse abruptly sinabi "This is Cassandra. Shes here for..." she glanced at her clipboard, scowling"community service". She wore clean, kulay-rosas scrubs and had her hair pulled back in a neat blond bun, but the nurse still looked mean.
"Cassie" the girl interjected softly.
"Whatever" the nurse whispered coldly with an edge to her voice. She jerked away and whipped the curtains together as she strutted out.
Cassie
I walked toward the so called kama timidly. I was at loss for words. There didnt appear to be anything special about the room, ecept for a small bible that rested on a teeny bedside table. An elderly woman laid motionless underneath the pale covers. My shoes sqeuaked unnaturually loud as i stepped on the tile floor. A million tiny tubes extended from the womans body. Why did they put me here. i cant al with dying people! i just cant! I settled down in an uncomfortable chair, located near the bed.
"Hello," i managed to say.
A barely detectable smile appeared on the womans face.
"Nice to meet you". Her voice was rough, but surprisingly clear and loud. Loud for a dying person, that is.
Elaine
"How old are you, sweetie," I asked. She looked about 15, but ya never know.
"17" her voice was shaky and quiet. Ill bet you she was scared. Why was she scared? For goshs sake, she looked skinnier than I did! She had bags under her eyes. 17? 17 taon olds werent supposed to look like this! they were supposed to look happy and fresh! What on earth happened to that girl?!
It's Funny, I Use To Be Popular. At First Some People Loved Me And Others Hated Me. Now Everyone Hates Me. Even My Old Best Friends. You See, I Always Found A Flaw In Everyone And Used It To Hurt Them. Not Physicly Hurt. I Made Them Feel Horrible About Them Selves. I Was The Reason You Cried On The Way Home. The Reason You Fake Sicked. Of Course Karma Came And Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks. I Try Hard To Be Nice, But No One At School Pays Attention To Me. Except Teachers. I Even Tried Sitting With My Old Friends.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are You Doing Here?" sinabi Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I sinabi Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," sinabi Victoria Khan Placing Her Books On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are You Doing Here?" sinabi Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I sinabi Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," sinabi Victoria Khan Placing Her Books On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions ulap every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different susunod time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions ulap every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different susunod time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?