Post by cresen on Jun 25, 2006 3:19:13 GMT -5
(warning- I'm not used to writting stories all out- Im used to the usuall RP so give me a break please- Thank You =) ohh yah also you are gonna HATE the words 'she' and 'her' after this XD and maby 'so')
A figure lurked in the darkness of her own concealment unaware of the threat she had brought amoungst herself. The numerous things she thought in her mind were the ideas that would one day conseal her. She knew not the pain she would cause those around her....
She imagined times when she was happier. Times when she was safe.. safe from others.. but morely safe from.. herself. She did no such thig as cut herself or try to injure her body in any form. But she did do great harm to her mind. On accident some say. Some asume otehrwise. This will reveal the truth behind a young girl's thoughts.... the truth behind her eyes as one may have never known befor.
There she lied apon her bed. But it was not that which beling to her at all. It was once her mother's when she was a mear child and a teenager. This bed held many memorise. Memorise of good. Memories of bad. But now thigs would take place here that were never imagined befor. Things unexperenced to the family of good souls. Things unherd of to the minds of the inocent. And things unknown to even the keeper of these wicked thoughts.
The figure was motionless apon the softnes of the sheets and underneath the comfort of the large blanket. But comfort was not what it brought. It was only used to help dry the tears that fell from her eyes. The tears that came from her heart. For this girl was confused. This girl was unknown to all... even to herself.
She knew she should not have to go through the things that she did. Should not have to deal with the things she had delt with. But most importantly she knew she should not have thought the things that she thought for much paina nd aguish they brought apon her.... yet she could do nothing to change them now...
Her brown eyes had begun to turn red around the outsides from the sobbing that had taken place this night.. and all the nights in the past day... week... month... year... lifetime. She had not cried of a wound or a loss. But mearly over such a small thing.. such a small thing that mattered more than her own life in the mind of she. For she had cried over somthing that she longged for. But knew she could never obtain.
Two years had it been that this teenage blond been freinds with another. Only two years and such a close freindship they had formed that she would tell him things that she never knew she felt befor. Tell him things she never knew she could feel befor. She knew not why she could and it desturbed her. It desturbed her to the soul for another she was claiming to love. Yet this other she had no feeling for atall. Nothing. Not even a freindship. Yet end the relationship she could not for fear of hurting another as she had been hurt. But at the same time she knew he would not be nearly as scared as she.
This girl knew not what to think of her feelings for it was not what she had wanted. She wanted a compainion. She needed a freind. And both were found in this one single being. Both were found withen one body. And yet.... nothing.. for the longest time.. and then it hit her. She had grown to love this boy. But was this love? Love was somthing she knew not about. Only what she had heard. For love was overrated in her mind. And if this emotion was indeed love then yes. Love was overrated.
Every night she thught about him and for hours it kept her from sleeping. Through the day she hoped he was happy and wished to be there with him then. And in her dreans she had thoughts of him with her as one.
But her mind could not help but wonder if this other had only begun to speak to her for her freindshp with the one he longed to be with. Or if he realy wished to be freinds as she had. But now it attered not for this was her best freind. But she was not his. So left to ponder the mind was of weather it was freindship.... or more.
But also she had cried for her mother and all around her for she knew what hard times they must go through. Many times she said she would trade places with them if she could so they would not have to go through those things. And one day she got her wish.
She was beaten horribly and made to belive noone and nothing cared about he and that she was a waste of a soul. That she had no soul. She was sent to belive she would get nowhere do nothing in life. She was made to think she had no way out. Yet wish this was not happening she did not for she knew this is what she had wanted. She knew that this would make it so someone else would not have to be harmed. She knew she would not go to wates if she died for a reason. If she die so another would have no pain then.
One thing hurt her more than the others in this beating. And that was the words. She realy did belive that noone cared now. And that noone would cry when she died. So... she soon began not to care about herself.
Talents thrived withen this girl but she refused to see it. She refused to accpet it. So down on herself she was for not being able to be loved by another that she forgot about these tanelts and soon gave them up.... for good...
Artistic ablities bloomed over the years as she was best in her class time after time. And also the gift of writting soon became clear along with that of imagination. Used and practiced with eagerness and joy were these things but soon she began to forget about how good she was and only saw the bad. So the bad she focused on.
Her mind forgot about the good things and soon it became impossible for her to acheive the greatness that life had instore for her. Soon it becam impossible for her to laugh at the simple pleasures in life. And soon it became impossible for her to enjoy her own life....
So she became lost in her thoughts. The thoughts of her own misperfections and flaws. And she found that the only thing to get her through the day was her thought of that one person. Her memory of the times spent. But at the same time every time this other being came to mind she could not help but utter a cry for she woiuld never have him. Ever.
But did she try? Did she teel him the way she truely felt about him? No. Not once.
So her secret was left withen the captivites of her own mind rooting out all the pleasent thoughts. But with these things- these changes in her- came the sollem state and shadow over her figure. She tried to hide yet some could still see her dampened spirit. And those who did became dakrer themselves for nothing she would tell them of why she was feeling different. Nothing she would hint on to the reasoning behind her suffering. For she did not want her secret to be told. Because no matter what she did not want that freind to go away. That one she loved. That one she needed. And if he knew would he still wish to speak to her? She thought not but know she never will. Why? Perhaps the truth is much to difficult to bear.
This girl did not bring death apon herself as some might think but mearly apon hr ind and soul. Figured she did that she was already d**ned to Hell for being born so why not just live life with no reasoning. But to live life with no reasoning is to not live life at all. So what happened to her you may ask? The awnser is simple yet so complicated. She was lost withen her mind never to be found. And into this state of mind she went... for good. She never spoke a word again nor drew or wrote a thing. But she held onto one thing dearly. She held on to her memory of him. Her talent wasted and her mind gone to nothing. Now cry every night her mother did. She cried for the loss of her only child. And also cry did the one she had longged for yet could never have. Or so she thought. But deep in his heart that other did indeed care for the lost soul of the girl. But not in the way she did. She was like a sister to him and like a lost sibling she was.
So you canot say that no one will cry when you die. For there are always those who will cry when you hurt. Even if you do not know it until it is too late.
What is this story about you may ask? What is the point trying to be made? The point is to not dwell on what you cannot have but look at what you can and do. And do not belive the words of others if they are harmful for only harm can they bring apon you. But most importantly never think that noone cares for you never know what lies withen the thoughts of those around you.
((Am I the only one who finds that story completely...... lame, drawn out, and boring??))
A figure lurked in the darkness of her own concealment unaware of the threat she had brought amoungst herself. The numerous things she thought in her mind were the ideas that would one day conseal her. She knew not the pain she would cause those around her....
She imagined times when she was happier. Times when she was safe.. safe from others.. but morely safe from.. herself. She did no such thig as cut herself or try to injure her body in any form. But she did do great harm to her mind. On accident some say. Some asume otehrwise. This will reveal the truth behind a young girl's thoughts.... the truth behind her eyes as one may have never known befor.
There she lied apon her bed. But it was not that which beling to her at all. It was once her mother's when she was a mear child and a teenager. This bed held many memorise. Memorise of good. Memories of bad. But now thigs would take place here that were never imagined befor. Things unexperenced to the family of good souls. Things unherd of to the minds of the inocent. And things unknown to even the keeper of these wicked thoughts.
The figure was motionless apon the softnes of the sheets and underneath the comfort of the large blanket. But comfort was not what it brought. It was only used to help dry the tears that fell from her eyes. The tears that came from her heart. For this girl was confused. This girl was unknown to all... even to herself.
She knew she should not have to go through the things that she did. Should not have to deal with the things she had delt with. But most importantly she knew she should not have thought the things that she thought for much paina nd aguish they brought apon her.... yet she could do nothing to change them now...
Her brown eyes had begun to turn red around the outsides from the sobbing that had taken place this night.. and all the nights in the past day... week... month... year... lifetime. She had not cried of a wound or a loss. But mearly over such a small thing.. such a small thing that mattered more than her own life in the mind of she. For she had cried over somthing that she longged for. But knew she could never obtain.
Two years had it been that this teenage blond been freinds with another. Only two years and such a close freindship they had formed that she would tell him things that she never knew she felt befor. Tell him things she never knew she could feel befor. She knew not why she could and it desturbed her. It desturbed her to the soul for another she was claiming to love. Yet this other she had no feeling for atall. Nothing. Not even a freindship. Yet end the relationship she could not for fear of hurting another as she had been hurt. But at the same time she knew he would not be nearly as scared as she.
This girl knew not what to think of her feelings for it was not what she had wanted. She wanted a compainion. She needed a freind. And both were found in this one single being. Both were found withen one body. And yet.... nothing.. for the longest time.. and then it hit her. She had grown to love this boy. But was this love? Love was somthing she knew not about. Only what she had heard. For love was overrated in her mind. And if this emotion was indeed love then yes. Love was overrated.
Every night she thught about him and for hours it kept her from sleeping. Through the day she hoped he was happy and wished to be there with him then. And in her dreans she had thoughts of him with her as one.
But her mind could not help but wonder if this other had only begun to speak to her for her freindshp with the one he longed to be with. Or if he realy wished to be freinds as she had. But now it attered not for this was her best freind. But she was not his. So left to ponder the mind was of weather it was freindship.... or more.
But also she had cried for her mother and all around her for she knew what hard times they must go through. Many times she said she would trade places with them if she could so they would not have to go through those things. And one day she got her wish.
She was beaten horribly and made to belive noone and nothing cared about he and that she was a waste of a soul. That she had no soul. She was sent to belive she would get nowhere do nothing in life. She was made to think she had no way out. Yet wish this was not happening she did not for she knew this is what she had wanted. She knew that this would make it so someone else would not have to be harmed. She knew she would not go to wates if she died for a reason. If she die so another would have no pain then.
One thing hurt her more than the others in this beating. And that was the words. She realy did belive that noone cared now. And that noone would cry when she died. So... she soon began not to care about herself.
Talents thrived withen this girl but she refused to see it. She refused to accpet it. So down on herself she was for not being able to be loved by another that she forgot about these tanelts and soon gave them up.... for good...
Artistic ablities bloomed over the years as she was best in her class time after time. And also the gift of writting soon became clear along with that of imagination. Used and practiced with eagerness and joy were these things but soon she began to forget about how good she was and only saw the bad. So the bad she focused on.
Her mind forgot about the good things and soon it became impossible for her to acheive the greatness that life had instore for her. Soon it becam impossible for her to laugh at the simple pleasures in life. And soon it became impossible for her to enjoy her own life....
So she became lost in her thoughts. The thoughts of her own misperfections and flaws. And she found that the only thing to get her through the day was her thought of that one person. Her memory of the times spent. But at the same time every time this other being came to mind she could not help but utter a cry for she woiuld never have him. Ever.
But did she try? Did she teel him the way she truely felt about him? No. Not once.
So her secret was left withen the captivites of her own mind rooting out all the pleasent thoughts. But with these things- these changes in her- came the sollem state and shadow over her figure. She tried to hide yet some could still see her dampened spirit. And those who did became dakrer themselves for nothing she would tell them of why she was feeling different. Nothing she would hint on to the reasoning behind her suffering. For she did not want her secret to be told. Because no matter what she did not want that freind to go away. That one she loved. That one she needed. And if he knew would he still wish to speak to her? She thought not but know she never will. Why? Perhaps the truth is much to difficult to bear.
This girl did not bring death apon herself as some might think but mearly apon hr ind and soul. Figured she did that she was already d**ned to Hell for being born so why not just live life with no reasoning. But to live life with no reasoning is to not live life at all. So what happened to her you may ask? The awnser is simple yet so complicated. She was lost withen her mind never to be found. And into this state of mind she went... for good. She never spoke a word again nor drew or wrote a thing. But she held onto one thing dearly. She held on to her memory of him. Her talent wasted and her mind gone to nothing. Now cry every night her mother did. She cried for the loss of her only child. And also cry did the one she had longged for yet could never have. Or so she thought. But deep in his heart that other did indeed care for the lost soul of the girl. But not in the way she did. She was like a sister to him and like a lost sibling she was.
So you canot say that no one will cry when you die. For there are always those who will cry when you hurt. Even if you do not know it until it is too late.
What is this story about you may ask? What is the point trying to be made? The point is to not dwell on what you cannot have but look at what you can and do. And do not belive the words of others if they are harmful for only harm can they bring apon you. But most importantly never think that noone cares for you never know what lies withen the thoughts of those around you.
((Am I the only one who finds that story completely...... lame, drawn out, and boring??))
