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Post by Mistakes on Jan 29, 2005 9:16:38 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Warning Thingy[/glow] This story MAY contain references to items of adult nature. So just in case! [glow=red,2,300]Warning Thingy[/glow] |
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Post by Mistakes on Jan 29, 2005 9:35:01 GMT -5
The rain struck hard the windows, everything seemed so much louder. My head hurt, my muscles ached and I couldn't get to sleep. Never again, never ever ever again. Alcohol, pah, purely there for show.
I pulled up off my bed before leaping for the bathroom door. Reaching the toilet just in time was lucky, not so lucky was that long dark strands swung forward and into the toilet bowl. Heaving again and again, my stomach attempting to eject itself from my inebriated body. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, I stopped.
Exhausted, leaning on a loo and crying. What a sight, only worsened by the strong, yet soft hands that began stroking my back. Bloody hell, how long had he been there? One of those hands reached out to the flusher and pushed down, the noise filled my ears and groaning i sank to the floor, giving up, sobbing wildly into my arms.
Turmoil, that was what my life had become. I was lifted then, normally a protest would begin but too tired...too tired. A soft wash cloth cleaned me up, a duvet covered me. And then darkness, a soft, calming darkness. Away from pain and hurt, away from the world...
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Post by Mistakes on Jan 31, 2005 16:32:12 GMT -5
Chapter 1
The cabinet swung closed letting the mirror face me. I will face my fears, I told myself over and over, I will face my fears. A scream almost escaped blackened lips. Too many to count, black ones, blue ones, yellow ones and purple ones. My face was something different from the pretty girl of fifteen, it was swollen, discolored and ugly.
There is something about salt and open wounds, it just makes you want to scream, that's what it felt like looking in the mirror. My sore hands clenched and then relaxed before clenching again and swinging out. A smash and the showering of glass, followed by a disgruntled cry. I am doomed to stagger the earth with these things.
Something in my head was pounding away, attempting to chip into my sanity.
"Cilla, Cilla, open this bloody door!!!"
Nope wrong, someone was attempting to bash into my house. The voice, the voice, whose voice was it?
"Who dere?" my feeble voice sounded thick and gruggly. Staggering, falling and hanging onto the wall, the door burst wide.
"Ci----lla!!!"
Two of my hands rose, i only had two hands to lift. I attempted to say, dont yell at me, but it came out-
"ongh, owww, nooo yelll! Ugh!" or something to that effect.
The silence that came after was unnerving and resentful. I think the next thing i attempted was a smile but nothing agreed with it.
"Dazz!"
Dazz was wearing a brand new top with nike pants and trainers but on his face he wore the funniest look...A nervous laugh, something like 'uhoo.' Then my legs buckled. Big arms caught me, warm and strong, I like those arms...
((((WILL BE CONTINUING SOON...LOTS OF EDITING TO COME...IMPROVING))))
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