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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Apr 17, 2010 11:52:03 GMT
What is wrong with me?
It's November the sixteenth, aren't I supposed to be happy? Don't people usually get excited for the one day of the year that only comes around once? Maybe it's just me being a depressed freak again. Well, today I'm fourteen years old, a day older from yesterday, a year older from last year. I sighed, holding both my arms just above the elbow as I walked through Sonnishore like I do every other day. Today it was a Tuesday, and I was meant to be in school, at first, I was going to go, but then I thought since it's a 'special day', I might as well go out and enjoy myself. The thing is, I'm not enjoying myself at all. I could've just stayed in school, but there was no going back in now. There was no point in getting a detention again. I couldn't really believe I was getting away with this, I had skipped school on Friday, but for a completely different reason to this. I didn't really want to think about it right now. I looked at the ground as I walked, and turned my thoughts to the fact that I hadn't gotten anything for my birthday.
I wasn't surprised at all, though. Nobody would give me a present. I'm Kiara for God's sake, who in this cruel world cares? I know. I have done some horrible things in my life, I've killed, I've beaten, I've stolen, I've scared people... But most of the people who hate me don't even know about these things. How can they bully me when they don't know anything about me? Pff, those stupid idiots who bully me don't know who they're messing with. Idiots who have money, parents, a home, everything they could ask for. But me, haha, I live outside, I don't get anything, both my parents are dead (and I have no family to go to), I have no money... Only a wolf who gives a damn what happens to me. I have nothing, and I live in the dark and cold Midnight Forest... And I survive. I get through each day as they come and go, and I live. There's some people, who think they're tough, like those bullies in school, and they wouldn't last an hour outside like I do. They don't know how to survive.
In all of this thinking time, I had randomly wandered past all the mini-shops, the supermarket, the amusements, NiTE LiFE club and cinema, and now it was terribly quiet. I looked up and found myself in the cemetery. How the hell did I even get here? I try to avoid graveyards as much as possible because... Because of those people who shouldn't be seen. I sighed, and looked around, but it was silent. Nobody invisible walked past. Elation washed over me.
That's when I decided to go looking at the gravestones, I might know a name, maybe someone's grandparents are buried here. I took off to the left, seeing a black stone with gold writing.
HERE LIES
GEORGE SWANSON
1911 - 1991
I looked straight ahead, my right hand resting on the cold stone that belonged to a man called George Swanson. Did I know anyone at school with the last name Swanson? I didn't think so... But my mind was pretty much blank at the moment. I sighed, standing up and looked around again. Still that strange silence I wasn't used to, I waited for the rush of elation to come again, but this time, worry struck. Can't I see them anymore? What's going on? Did this ever happen to Jenna or my Grandmother? I turned around and leaned on the gravestone. Why was this happening now? I didn't need this at the moment...
I found it quite weird that I was worrying about this. I'd always hated having this gift as some people call it, but now... For some weird reason I was really scared about it. Sometimes it was only the dead who wanted to talk to me, and I knew things that I probably can't tell anyone, ever. There was some things I wanted to know more about. I never realised I'd feel this way if I suddenly lost a 'power'.
HEY! Get off my gravestone!
I jumped and looked around. Who said that? I looked behind me, and there was nobody there, and then I faced the front, and had the fright of my life.
Get. Off. My. GRAVESTONE!
I moved away, Okay! Okay! Chill out, what am I going to do!?
It was George Swanson. I knew it was. Jesus, he was so grumpy. Remind me to scream at him on his birth/deathday. I was glad when he disappeared. I muttered something under my breath and looked around again, I hope nobody had seen me talking to myself...
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Words: 795
Tags: OPEN!
Lyrics: Stop Crying Your Heart Out -- Leona Lewis/Oasis
Listening To: Starstrukk -- 3OH!3
Outfit: ?
Notes: xDDD
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Post by nathan christian gresley on Apr 20, 2010 12:56:19 GMT
NathanBearGresley
He felt as though there was nothing corrupt with this day. It was November, the soccer season was coming to an end - at least the outdoor one - and he didn't want to let it go. Soccer was his life, and the olive-toned boy was out, as usual, practicing soccer in the first random field he could find. Today's case was right by the graveyard. Nathan took a hesitant glance at the graveyard. He didn't like spooky things, and dead bodies buried in an arrangement was down right creepy in his mind.
He dropped his soccer ball on the field, taking a step back, and started dribbling around. He dribbled in and out, up and down, practicing the Mia Hamm move. Darting around a stump, pretending that it was a Mexican defensman, he kicked the ball, and yelled, "¡Gol! Y España gana el oro!" He whooped and ran around. He gathered the ball, and did a goalkick. He looked at where it landed. It wasn't the distance that bothered him, the distance was great. It was where it landed.
His ball landed in the graveyard. He started walking towards the entrance, and as he got closer to the gate, his fingers raised into his mouth and he started nibbling on his nails. He looked around and he didn't see where his ball was, but he saw her. A girl that was talking to no one in particular. His accent was of Italy, but with Spanish mixed in. "Uhn... Uhm. Hol- He-Hel-lo?" He said in broken English.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on May 3, 2010 10:13:17 GMT
I think I got away with it, there didn't seem to be that many people around anyway, and I don't think anyone likes to spend their time in a graveyard with a bunch of rotting dead people and their ghosts (though people wouldn't know about the ghosts, there's always one freak. Guess who). I sighed to myself quietly, if I was anywhere close to normal, I'd probably be in school, then after that spending time with some friends, going shopping or somewhere, then maybe go out somewhere with my parents for dinner, then hosting a sleepover or something, but no, you can see how I'm spending my day. Alone in a creepy graveyard with nobody, and no plans for the rest of my day. I was just about to walk away and go to the park when a ball went flying overhead, I looked around, a confused expression on my face. Where did that come from? Was there someone here? Who?
And then, as if someone had heard my silent questions, someone came walking towards through the gate, obviously nervous (they were biting their nails), and looking for their ball which had landed somewhere behind me. Probably on someone's grave. I folded my arms as he walked over, he didn't look familiar, but he looked as if he was in my year group, year nine. Maybe he was a new person here? Great, someone to terrorize. Hopefully he hadn't spoken to any of the people who are scared of or hate me, I usually find someone who I don't know anything about looking at me funny and then keeping their distance. Do people actually waste their time telling new people to 'avoid that weird girl'? Pff, they must like trying to get me down, stupid people, they can't let others think for themselves. I think it pisses people off that I hardly ever show them my real feelings when they bully me, I'll stand up for myself, and I'll try to get back at them, and pretend that every word they said didn't affect me in any way at all, when I'm actually dieing inside. I don't exactly understand why they can't all get a life and leave me alone, because they're never going to get a reaction off me.
I rolled my eyes as he reached and spoke to me. This is all I need, a foreign guy talking to me. Hopefully he knows English, because I always try to skip language classes, and I know nothing about anything. I think this guy's Spanish or something. I hope he knows I'm not going to attempt to understand whatever he says in his language. Like I said, I know nothing of languages.
Hi. I said flatly, totally uninterested, Aren't you supposed to be in school?
Well, I should be as well, but screw that. He probably doesn't know what the hell I just said.
I looked behind me, taking everything in, half searching for the ball so this guy could get out of my way. The black metal fence stood tall around the area, pointed at the top, the bars close together so when they lock up at night, nobody could slip through to trash the place. I should do that sometime. The grass was slowly turning a nasty light-brown yellow colour, overgrown in some places, mostly next to the stones that were all different. Some normal grey stone ones, black ones, tall ones, and the tiny ones that sat in the ground. Graveyards are depressing, no question about it. People of all different ages are buried here, old people, babies, teens, adults... Everyone. For a second, I wondered what age I'd end up in here, but then pushed that thought far, far away.
I'd always feared dieing young, before I was at least sixty, I had just never admitted to it. Even in this time, when I had tried to kill myself once or twice, I had never succeeded. Something was holding me back, or it seemed like it. Thing is, I fear dieing young and then I live outside, where there is an endless possibility of ways to die, and even now when the days are getting colder...
I kept looking around, and spotted the stranger's ball not so far away, as I guessed, on someone's gravestone.
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Words: 712
Tags: Nathan -- OPEN!?
Lyrics: Stop Crying Your Heart Out -- Leona Lewis/Oasis
Listening To: Nothing :l
Outfit: i'll come up with it later o.O
Notes: --
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