I missed the air particles at Ethan's place. Here, running away from something that's not even chasing me, the air particles manage to croak; "Run, run, run."
And then it hit me. What I was really running away from was chasing me. I was running away from my emotions and I didn't realize that they were, in fact, backpacked onto me. They were heavily weighing down on my back. My back felt fragile, broken... like my heart.
I felt like crashing to the ground. The thick tears and emotions were superior, rising above me. The দিন before at school when I nearly melted my esophogaus, I felt numb, besides the physical pain. I scanned the ground desperately. I managed to spot something. I leaned against it, its surface cold. A dumpster. It towered above me. I tried standing on a soggy cardboard box. Someone had drawn on it with a Sharpie and turned it into a club house. They hard and steady rhythm of the rain had soaked the box and poked holes in it. It may have just been a cardboard box, but I could just imagine the tears streaming down some kid's face. It was আরো than a box to them. When the bad economy came and pounded on Annabella's family, it forced them to sink down, and they were fragile. Her parents both were unemployed so they moved all the way to Colorado. They were the box, and I was the child. Everyone saw Annabella as just some student at Kiser Middle, but she was আরো to me. And when that child's laying in their বিছানা weeping for their ruined club house, আপনি know I'll be weeping for my best friend.
I stood on the box to long and my heavy tears weighed me down and I fell to the ground. I heard a loud, sick, snap. I sat up and my arm hung awkwardly. I searched my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I saw it sinking into a puddle out of the corner of my eye
Well.. this was pain. I was looking for something to hurt myself, but I didn't even have to try. Thats really all I remember because then it was black and I was dreaming about falling down a never ending hole and crying and screaming as if someone could help me. I was helpless.
Someone once told me your dreams reflect how আপনি feel. When I first went to Kiser in the 6th grade I had dreams about schools full of aliens and cacti in the hallways. This was when I had my mama and she called me crazy. The therapist told me I was experiencing certain emotions to cause the dream like feeling হারিয়ে গেছে and out of place because everything was so new and weird to me.
And then I woke up and I was crying. It wasn't crying like a girl with a broken হৃদয় but it was আরো a "I can't take this, somebody help me" cry. I was crying for no reason in particular- That was a lie I told someone who walked by. I was crying because I was feeling weak, and helpless. Like a child in the middle of parents arguing, hungry for a divorce. And then it was all black again. Not a deep sleep, but a faint. In my head, I saw a cyclone of yellows and blacks and stars.
I don't remember any one ever coming but I guess they did because I woke I woke up in my own bed. Cleetus was there at my feet, of course. With a nasty rawhide. Yuck.
And then it hit me. What I was really running away from was chasing me. I was running away from my emotions and I didn't realize that they were, in fact, backpacked onto me. They were heavily weighing down on my back. My back felt fragile, broken... like my heart.
I felt like crashing to the ground. The thick tears and emotions were superior, rising above me. The দিন before at school when I nearly melted my esophogaus, I felt numb, besides the physical pain. I scanned the ground desperately. I managed to spot something. I leaned against it, its surface cold. A dumpster. It towered above me. I tried standing on a soggy cardboard box. Someone had drawn on it with a Sharpie and turned it into a club house. They hard and steady rhythm of the rain had soaked the box and poked holes in it. It may have just been a cardboard box, but I could just imagine the tears streaming down some kid's face. It was আরো than a box to them. When the bad economy came and pounded on Annabella's family, it forced them to sink down, and they were fragile. Her parents both were unemployed so they moved all the way to Colorado. They were the box, and I was the child. Everyone saw Annabella as just some student at Kiser Middle, but she was আরো to me. And when that child's laying in their বিছানা weeping for their ruined club house, আপনি know I'll be weeping for my best friend.
I stood on the box to long and my heavy tears weighed me down and I fell to the ground. I heard a loud, sick, snap. I sat up and my arm hung awkwardly. I searched my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I saw it sinking into a puddle out of the corner of my eye
Well.. this was pain. I was looking for something to hurt myself, but I didn't even have to try. Thats really all I remember because then it was black and I was dreaming about falling down a never ending hole and crying and screaming as if someone could help me. I was helpless.
Someone once told me your dreams reflect how আপনি feel. When I first went to Kiser in the 6th grade I had dreams about schools full of aliens and cacti in the hallways. This was when I had my mama and she called me crazy. The therapist told me I was experiencing certain emotions to cause the dream like feeling হারিয়ে গেছে and out of place because everything was so new and weird to me.
And then I woke up and I was crying. It wasn't crying like a girl with a broken হৃদয় but it was আরো a "I can't take this, somebody help me" cry. I was crying for no reason in particular- That was a lie I told someone who walked by. I was crying because I was feeling weak, and helpless. Like a child in the middle of parents arguing, hungry for a divorce. And then it was all black again. Not a deep sleep, but a faint. In my head, I saw a cyclone of yellows and blacks and stars.
I don't remember any one ever coming but I guess they did because I woke I woke up in my own bed. Cleetus was there at my feet, of course. With a nasty rawhide. Yuck.
This is Molly Stray
This is writen in the point of view of Kara
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments পূর্বে someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing গাউন, gown and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments পূর্বে someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing গাউন, gown and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
Words:
Words flooded my mind,
And some I could taste on the tip of my tongue.
A few flowed out of my mouth,
But that was just some.
There are so many words
As they creep up my throat
On the tip on my tongue, splintering words.
But something surrounds my mouth, like a moat,
And I can't spit them out.
And the words, finally spill out of my mouth,
But they have no tone,
No whispers no shout.
Don't let it get to you:
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that creeps up your spine.
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that's inside.
A simple song,
Says আরো than you'd think
One things wrong,
আপনি have no clue what it brings.
The decision is yours,
That's what আপনি need to embrace,
The decision is yours,
Not someone else's to make.
A decision,
affects আরো than you'd think,
If your choice is wrong,
theres no telling what it will bring.
Don't let it get to you,
আপনি don't have to choose me.
Dont let it get to you,
Let your decision be free.
Words flooded my mind,
And some I could taste on the tip of my tongue.
A few flowed out of my mouth,
But that was just some.
There are so many words
As they creep up my throat
On the tip on my tongue, splintering words.
But something surrounds my mouth, like a moat,
And I can't spit them out.
And the words, finally spill out of my mouth,
But they have no tone,
No whispers no shout.
Don't let it get to you:
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that creeps up your spine.
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that's inside.
A simple song,
Says আরো than you'd think
One things wrong,
আপনি have no clue what it brings.
The decision is yours,
That's what আপনি need to embrace,
The decision is yours,
Not someone else's to make.
A decision,
affects আরো than you'd think,
If your choice is wrong,
theres no telling what it will bring.
Don't let it get to you,
আপনি don't have to choose me.
Dont let it get to you,
Let your decision be free.
