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I softly kicked the water in the pool around, stressed. Sad. Pissed. It was like a jar of emotions that have been opened and was spilling through my very eyes. Fresh tears stained my almond colored cheeks, as I stared up at the sky that kept being blurred out by the tears I kept blinking away. It felt like it was my fault that we no longer speak, but then again it was his fault also. Saying he wanted to fix this. Fix this fragile daughter and father relationship, but he has shown no effort whatsoever. There's a part of me that hopped that he would fix this. Make me forget the abandonment. The pain. The hate that his own kids created after the

My body ached. It felt like it was on fire, especially where the dagger plugged into me. Even though the pain subsided days ago, I was aching all over. I opened my eyes, as I felt the damp cloth that was forehead be removed so it could soaked again in fresh water. I watched as Altair placed the cloth on the edge of the bucket and then he rested a hand on my forehead. "Your fever is going down," he grumbled as he gazed deeply into my eyes. "Why did you disobey me(Insert name)?" he asked softly as he gently traced my cheeks with the tips of his surprisingly soft finger's. I gazed up and down, at him then at his clothing. I felt scared to answe

I closed my eyes, and wished I was already dead. The pain rushing through my stomach was so horrible, it left me paralyzed on the ground. I could feel the blood rush past my finger's, as I tried to push pressure on my wound. Instead I caused myself more pain. I groaned, and I could feel the sweat bead down my face as I tried to ignore the pain. Something my father taught when I was young, before he got killed by his friend. He never taught me how to deal with being thrown back in time. He never told me how I was going to die a slow death. Alone. Scared. "I'm stupid. I shouldn't left the fort. I shouldn't have left," I muttered to myself. I

It won't beat, It won't thump, It can no longer feel, what you felt once, It refuses to speak what you feel, It refuses to seek what you want, It has a mind of its own, screaming yes or no, Leaving you confused and alone, It has its own battlefield, Right between the space that separates your head and your heart, It has chains and thorns wrapped around it, hurting you within, Constricting your muscles like a snake, Squeezing the last bit of joy you had within, It has been grasped by a dark gem, Filling it with coldness, Despair, And the forgotten sense of love, Replacing what you felt once. What is a heart, If it refuses to

Never, ever, have I thought I would being seeing death in the eye again. I vowed my life to him after he spared my life, but now he has come for my head. For my blood. Its a contract that has been placed upon me by those I dislike and by those who hated me, and they had requested him to take out the task of spilling my tainted blood onto the damned grounded that screamed for death and yearned for another victim. I couldn't understand. I thought the mutual and distance friendship between us would last. At least for a while before I could get my self back into society. Guess his kind of work came first before anybody else. Doing what he doe

If memories weren't meant to be kept and remembered, than why do we have them? Why do they plague our minds like non-stopping films that replay over a million times till we break down and cry. We all have different memories. Bitter sweet memories. Good memories. Bad memories. Sad memories. Tragic memories. We suffer them all. From the bitter sweet to the tragic. From the good to the bad. We have all of these memories stored away in the back of our locked minds with chains that are frail and will break at the slightest touch. At the slightest remembrance. Memories are the best things and the worst things that can hurt someone mentally,

If I could smile, I would. If I could understand your pain, I would. If I could hold you in my arms, I would. If I can tell you everything was going to be alright, I would. If I could cry for you, I would. If I could shield you from the hatred, I would. If I had the strength to carry you for miles on end, I would. If I had the courage to stand up for you, I would. If I had the nerve to tell you that you are better, I would. If I had to jump off a damn building to catch you from falling, I would. If I had to do something utterly stupid to see a smile form on your lips, I would. If I had to give up my life so you can see other day, I

 Play Song "Wonder" (feat. The Kite String Tangle) Have you ever wondered, what it could be like, and I was all set to come back home. You were after nothing I could give long. Have you ever wondered, what it could be like, and I standing back on my feet. There's nothing there, so we were better. And I know I should have held you closer, and I know I should have treated you better, in a perfect world, but we're not always, what we promised to be. You caught my words in mid-air. The silence hung as you caught my eye, conversations locked away in my mind. And I know I should have held you closer, and I know I should have treated yo

“Um….ANNA!!!” screamed Nathan, as he back out of the living room. I pop my head around the corner from the kitchen, with a piece of butter toast hanging from my mouth, with a confused look on my face. “Whut’s wrong?” I questioned through the food. My twin brother looked back at me, with a panic and almost horrified look on his face, before it went to utter annoyance. “Really?! You’re eating at the worst time?!” “Worst time?! It’s a perfect time considering it’s the damn morning stupid!” I replied back as I grab the toast, and begun eating it normally. “Wha

"Each time I gaze at that Christmas tree, I can't help but shed a tear while I gaze. I can't help but think of all of those who fallen. The 9/11 victims, The fallen soldiers who protected our country, The two teacher's that were killed by students, The sandy hook massacre, The people who took their own lives to escape pain, The lost of love ones, And many other's. I can't think how the families of these victims feel like, and maybe I might be too young to understand their pain at this moment. But every time I gaze at my Christmas tree, I shed a tear. Because I want those who have fallen, to know that at least, even in the afterlife,