*Note; This is a variation of RachelGal97’s Endless Pain. Same names; just a different plot. Please comment and tell me if you like and what’s your favorite part*
Endless Pain: Chapter Two
Selena and her mother had sat on the bed while Selena told the whole story.
“And just last night I dreamed that he had… that he had…”
“He had been what?” her mom asked with utter most curiosity; for she knew her daughter, and anything could happen.
“He had been killed!” Selena shouted. “And it felt so real! As if I saw it with my own eyes!” The tears slowly came again, but they passed. “I hid all my pictures of him. I don’t want to be reminded.” She looked down at the locket he had given her before he left.
“But, if you hid all the pictures why do you keep that locket?”
“It’s special.”
“Oh.”
Just then, the doorbell was heard from the foyer.
“C’mon,” mom said. “Pull yourself together. I bet you your bottom dollar that it’s for you.”
Selena smiled. “Okay.” She said. Wiping her tears and placing her locket safely around her neck, she stood up and walked down stairs with her mother. Mom opened the door.
“Hi Selena.” Taylor, her BFF besides Demi, stood at the door. “Do you wanna go shopping?”
“Sure!” Selena answered. “Let me get my purse!”
Selena had transformed into a object of happiness; a totally different picture than just hours before. Mom stood in amazement at her daughter’s chipper attitude. So amazed Taylor asked if something was wrong.
“Oh, no.” Mom replied. “Selena will tell you.”
“Ready?” Selena said as she came in the room.
“Yeah,” Taylor said, eyeing Selena’s mother. “Let’s go!”
They two walked down the driveway and got in Taylor’s car. The day was cloudy, like it was going to rain. The air was humid and a breeze whistled through the trees. As they drove Selena gazed out the window. She sighed, causing Taylor to look over.
“Something wrong?” She asked as she turned her attention back to the road.
“Tay,” Selena started. “Have you ever met someone in your life that made such an impact in your life that you’ll never forget them? Even if they left?”
“Oh, yeah. Tons of times.”
“And…” Selena stopped to think. “And did anyone ever make you feel like there was no one that else, just you and the other person?”
“Yep.”
“And has anyone ever done anything for you… that made you feel special? Like you were the only one he thought of?”
“Ah!” Taylor screamed and slammed on the breaks.
“If you wanted me to stop you could’ve asked.”
“No! Look!” Taylor pointed ahead. The mall entrance was surrounded by cops. Selena’s eyes grew wide.
“Taylor, I’m gonna go look. You park the car.”
“Hello,” Taylor said grabbing her arm. “I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but those are cops, with guns.”
“I know,” Selena said. Stepping out of the car she walked over to an officer.
“Excuse me, sir.” She said with most respect. “Could you tell me what happened here? I’d like to know before I went shopping. You know?”
The officer looked her over a couple times then he said, “Someone was stabbed. He’s over there.” He pointed over his shoulder.
“Could you tell me how this happened?”
“An eyewitness told us that he had come out of the mall with a jewelry bag in his hand. A man jumped out of the bushes, stabbed him, and ran away with the bag.”
“Oh, how terrible!” Selena rushed over to were the man was, just in case it was someone she knew. And instantly she knew how it was.
“David!” She shrieked. And, as if all the tears she had cried before had never been shed, the tears came. She found herself running. Suddenly something grabbed her by the arm. She screamed, tore free, and kept running. Little did she know, it was Taylor who grabbed her arm.
Somehow, Selena made it home. Her mom was out in the front yard racking leaves. When she saw Selena coming she dropped the rack and ran down the yard to her daughter.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“David! He’s really dead!” That was all Selena could manage to say; that’s all she needed to say.
“Oh sweetie,” mom said. “Come on, inside.”
Endless Pain: Chapter Two
Selena and her mother had sat on the bed while Selena told the whole story.
“And just last night I dreamed that he had… that he had…”
“He had been what?” her mom asked with utter most curiosity; for she knew her daughter, and anything could happen.
“He had been killed!” Selena shouted. “And it felt so real! As if I saw it with my own eyes!” The tears slowly came again, but they passed. “I hid all my pictures of him. I don’t want to be reminded.” She looked down at the locket he had given her before he left.
“But, if you hid all the pictures why do you keep that locket?”
“It’s special.”
“Oh.”
Just then, the doorbell was heard from the foyer.
“C’mon,” mom said. “Pull yourself together. I bet you your bottom dollar that it’s for you.”
Selena smiled. “Okay.” She said. Wiping her tears and placing her locket safely around her neck, she stood up and walked down stairs with her mother. Mom opened the door.
“Hi Selena.” Taylor, her BFF besides Demi, stood at the door. “Do you wanna go shopping?”
“Sure!” Selena answered. “Let me get my purse!”
Selena had transformed into a object of happiness; a totally different picture than just hours before. Mom stood in amazement at her daughter’s chipper attitude. So amazed Taylor asked if something was wrong.
“Oh, no.” Mom replied. “Selena will tell you.”
“Ready?” Selena said as she came in the room.
“Yeah,” Taylor said, eyeing Selena’s mother. “Let’s go!”
They two walked down the driveway and got in Taylor’s car. The day was cloudy, like it was going to rain. The air was humid and a breeze whistled through the trees. As they drove Selena gazed out the window. She sighed, causing Taylor to look over.
“Something wrong?” She asked as she turned her attention back to the road.
“Tay,” Selena started. “Have you ever met someone in your life that made such an impact in your life that you’ll never forget them? Even if they left?”
“Oh, yeah. Tons of times.”
“And…” Selena stopped to think. “And did anyone ever make you feel like there was no one that else, just you and the other person?”
“Yep.”
“And has anyone ever done anything for you… that made you feel special? Like you were the only one he thought of?”
“Ah!” Taylor screamed and slammed on the breaks.
“If you wanted me to stop you could’ve asked.”
“No! Look!” Taylor pointed ahead. The mall entrance was surrounded by cops. Selena’s eyes grew wide.
“Taylor, I’m gonna go look. You park the car.”
“Hello,” Taylor said grabbing her arm. “I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but those are cops, with guns.”
“I know,” Selena said. Stepping out of the car she walked over to an officer.
“Excuse me, sir.” She said with most respect. “Could you tell me what happened here? I’d like to know before I went shopping. You know?”
The officer looked her over a couple times then he said, “Someone was stabbed. He’s over there.” He pointed over his shoulder.
“Could you tell me how this happened?”
“An eyewitness told us that he had come out of the mall with a jewelry bag in his hand. A man jumped out of the bushes, stabbed him, and ran away with the bag.”
“Oh, how terrible!” Selena rushed over to were the man was, just in case it was someone she knew. And instantly she knew how it was.
“David!” She shrieked. And, as if all the tears she had cried before had never been shed, the tears came. She found herself running. Suddenly something grabbed her by the arm. She screamed, tore free, and kept running. Little did she know, it was Taylor who grabbed her arm.
Somehow, Selena made it home. Her mom was out in the front yard racking leaves. When she saw Selena coming she dropped the rack and ran down the yard to her daughter.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“David! He’s really dead!” That was all Selena could manage to say; that’s all she needed to say.
“Oh sweetie,” mom said. “Come on, inside.”
The Man With No Eyes Collection (4): Lately
I thought I lost you before you even left me.
That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,
And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.
Is it possible you regret me?
Is it possible that I’m empty?
Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?
Won’t anyone accept me?
My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?
Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?
The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.
And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,
Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.
A more grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the title was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.
I thought I lost you before you even left me.
That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,
And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.
Is it possible you regret me?
Is it possible that I’m empty?
Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?
Won’t anyone accept me?
My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?
Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?
The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.
And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,
Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.
A more grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the title was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.
What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids or teens just like the Disney movies and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.
I really admire people who succed with writing a book,drawing comics or anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable love as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable love as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.