Pretty, Pretty Birdy Chapter 1Chapter OnePretty, Pretty Birdy Chapter 1
Afternoon came around, Imelda wakes, searching the unfamiliar room, looking for life. Her late plane made her arrive at the small farm house around three in the morning. She forgotten the quick home coming her grandmother threw. The last thing she remembers was taking a slip of punch and bit of a cookie before passing out on the couch. Her godfather, Torin or "Bear", probably carried her upstairs Sarah's, Imelda's mom, old room. The room is small compared to Imelda's room back at her father's manison. The room has a few things in it, old posters covering the walls, a small nightstand beside the full size bed. A
Lips KissHis eyes deep brown, dark as chestnut found my face, found my eyes. His gentle hands came up with a damp washcloth and began wiping my face, cleaning off all the paint. A smile tickled his soft bronze skin, warming my heart, feeding my soul with life. He held my face tenderly in his huge hands, his face still covered in joy. Even when I hated that he was here, I wanted to be happy happiness just never came. Before I knew it tears were running down my cheeks. The life melted from his face, leaving it hopeless for me. Putting down the washcloth he thumbed away the tears in one motion, which don't help because the tears kept pouring from my eyesLips Kiss
Would You CareIf I careWould You Care
Wolud you care Would you care at all
If I died Would you care Would you cry I didn't think so You probably wouldn't even feel a bit of sorrow Just like I wouldn't care if it was you
When I talk Do you hear No because you don't care Unless its all about you What people say What people think
About you Guess what they are always talking about you How they can't stand you The way you act and treat them The way they talk and you ignore them
And if we did that to you Oh how dare us do that to you &
Flesh and Blood CH3””The womans identity is cleared, shes a 22 years old serial killer. Her name is Annie.””Flesh and Blood CH3
Ryan’s POV I waked up on the floor, my arm were almost covered in blood. I believe that it was very early, lucky for me that Brendon loves to sleep. I started to walk my way into the bathroom. I watced myself in the mirror, a big cut in my left arm, a tall skinny body and hands of a murderer. Actually i liked what i saw, but at the same time i disgust myself for even thinking about ending Brendon’s life in such an horrible way. I runned the water from the sink and started to clean u
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"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.” - Mark Overby
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Eliezer
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~~ thats when you stu stu studder something profound, to the support on the line.
and with the way you been talking every word gets you a step closer to hell ~~
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