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Friday 10 June 2011

Humans

Usually I wouldn't even bother with poetry since I much prefer prose but I wanted to try out a new technique to turn a story into a poem; it's up to you lovely readers whether you think it worked or not.
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Humans

We demons stretch to every corner
Of this small, darkening, dying world.
Our numbers growing ever stronger,
Mercilessly destroying all things.
Because we only have one mission:
To lay claim to all things of the earth,
Whether they be living or now dead,
And to possess all earthly delights.

Their greed gradually consumes them –  
As a snake slowly consumes a rat.
When the old die, they give way for more,
Who are fuelled with much more poisionous
Dark desires than those before them.
This place was once for creatures of light,
As evolution had intended.
But then they came and took it over,
Like the night taking over the day.

Wednesday 1 June 2011

Conversations With God


This evolved from a facebook chat with a dear friend. Enjoy! ;)
 
Pink Font = Rachael (Me)
Blue Font = God
Green Font = Michael
Black Font = Stage directions

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"Oh i've had enough!" ...* shoots self in head *...



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"Yo, God! What up?"
"I'm very well thanks Rach, how did your life go?"
"Meh, can't complain. But I just could never get through to this one person. I don't know. I guess it just drove me to insanity, but I just don’t get it…Why? Why God did she do this to me?"
"Do what?"
"What do you mean ‘do what’? Aren’t you supposed to be all-knowing or whatever?"
"Yes well my disciples over exaggerated a little bit. Their bad. Anyway what’s the problem?"
"Well this girl doesn’t listen to me; she thinks she’s basically shit in every way and she just ignores all my attempts to tell her that she’s wrong! Why is she so determined to ignore all the positive things about herself?"
"Simple, either…
1. She likes the attention
2. She likes to watch you suffer
3. She is blind to all the things she has
Take your pick Rach."
"…Oh… Well, gee thanks God, that was just oh-so-helpful of you" * sarcastic * 
"Well sometimes people are just like that and nothing you can say will change their mind. They just have to grow up enough to change it themselves."
"Hmm, maybe so, but it’s such a pain"
"Ah, but that is what life is for, is it not?"
"Touché"
"Ha ha, what am I saying? Of course I'm right I’m omniscient!!! Goodness I really should send my next son down to earth to express my messages through comedy! I have fantastic material!!!"
"Seriously? Yeah, you may be right there. Some people still don't like you very much for the whole 'Old Testament' shenanigans" 
"Ah yes, my good old teenage years. Good times, good times"
"Good times? You were all for murder, rape and pillage back in those days!"
"What? What's my world coming to if I can't destroy and make my creations suffer from time to time? What do you think my Rapture is for?" 
"...Err...okaaay...yes; comedy...I think comedy is definitely the best way for you..."
"Aw shucks, you got me all excited there...oh well...MICHAEL!"
* Michael Jackson enters *
"Yes dad?"
"You shall begin you're training right away!"
"Michael Jackson is your second son!?!"
"Of course! I assumed everyone already knew. Although our last mission ‘loving the children’ went a little astray..." * cough *
"Hmm raping small boys...yeah, nice one. The media really loved that one"
"Yes! The publicity was fantastic!"
"Yeah but he was famous for touching innocent children, not really the message that you want to send, is it?"
"...well...my catholic priests still-"
"That was a rhetorical question. No you don't want to send that message…or at least you shouldn’t…do you?"
"…well…"
"Oh dear God…"

Sunday 29 May 2011

It Creeps in Like Darkness...

The story “It Creeps in like Darkness” was created after reading the stimulus text of Ken Kesey’s “One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest”, which is also written from the eyes of a mental patient who suffers from hallucinations.  

It Creeps in Like Darkness…

Darkness.
They say if you look at the light you can no longer see the darkness, but the thing they forget to mention is, once the darkness finds you, it clings to you like the shadow from the setting sun. I had heard it once before but I had never truly known what it meant until that day.

I had started shivering before I heard small taps from the rain against the window, and turned to watch it snake down to rest at the windowsill. It had such a humble request; asking me to turn and quickly admire the small rainbow reaching out, before being destroyed forever by the looming rainclouds. I clung tightly to the blanket wrapped around my shoulders, its gentle caress blocking out the world around me and keeping my own thunderstorm from breaking free. It wasn't long before the fire began to die out, forcing me to throw some more firewood into the fireplace but I quickly sat in front of it again; warming myself from the cold and dark that had embedded itself into every crevasse of my home and now was battling its way to my core. I could see them. I watched them erupt from the shadows; their white pupil-less eyes staring intently at me from the safety of the shadows. Occasionally one would reach out their long-fingered hands to grab me; hoping to pull me forever into the darkness but as long as the fire was lit, its flickering light would push them away again.

Suddenly the fire erupted. In my hast to rekindle the flames, I had put too much firewood in and now it was too bright, too hot! The shadow demons scattered; screaming as they ran. It was relentless. That scream, those eyes.
"No", I whispered, "no, no. Please stop it, stop it! Stop it! I don't want to remember! I can't remember it! Please!" I screamed shakily into the darkness, cowering at the memory clawing its way back into my mind. The storm outside had begun to copy the frenzying fireplace; raining for all its worth causing the glass in the window to shake. The fire was still raging but the demons noticed my suffering and stopped running to relish in it. They screamed again and again, watching with those pupil-less eyes and that wicked grin, "No…please" That scream was my scream. Those eyes were his eyes. I could feel my sanity slipping away, I could feel myself cracking.

“He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming to kill you. He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s gonna rip you apart.” They chanted surrounding me, like children dancing to ring-a-roses. “No. No, please!” I whimpered as memories flicked through my mind tauntingly. Rain in my eyes, a flash of silver, blood swelling, pain peeking, fear taking over and hate burning at my mind. Their laughter; like his, their eyes; like his, their nails; like his, clawing at my skin causing droplets of blood to erupt from my arms and throat. Their claws dug deeper; allowing scarlet streams to flood out uncontrollably, feeling like silver talons on my skin. “He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming to silence you. He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming to disembowel you!”


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The sun rose refreshingly over the old house; still dripping from the storm the night before. Warming its bricks and tiles; gradually creeping into the rooms in a flood of gold. The gold hit scarlet in a beautiful contrast of colours, that danced around a frail young creature; mangled and broken on the floor. As the light grew brighter, and the scarlet grew blacker, it revealed her body to be peppered with deep gaping cuts. However only if you looked closely you could see the words that she slashed into her own arm, “It was real, even if it didn’t happen.”

 

Saturday 7 May 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 06

Day 06- A hobby you have.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie, I am shamelessly addicted to all things manga related. For those who don't know, manga is basically a graphic novel which is drawn in a animation style which is unique to Japan.
Probably the most well known anime (in England at least) is 'Pokémon' which started as a manga and was adapted into the animated (A.K.A. anime) TV series.
I watch anime and read manga pretty much every week and I even write some fanfiction for my favourite ones.
I am an absolute freak when it comes to this. According to my profile on anime-planet I have wasted 2 weeks, 5 days, 19 hours, 59 minutes on watching 101 different types of anime, and thats not counting the 46 different manga series I've read, one of which has this week hit it's 537th chapter.

Yeah I can tell what you're thinking ^__^ this one seriously needs to be locked away somewhere, but trust me I'm still kind of a novice compared to some others like (http://www.anime-planet.com/users/wolfangel87)
I can't really pin-point what makes me like anime/manga so much, but I guess it's because the ideas are so unique and creative. And in an industry that's running out of truly new ideas we need a bit of Japanese inspiration.
Day 6 – 終了

Thursday 5 May 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 05


Day 05- A few picture of somewhere you’ve been to.

Well I guess the last place I went to was Essaouira, Morocco.
Well lets just put it like this, 2 weeks in a country full of people who speak french when we don't, plus in a town in the middle of nowhere...equals interesting times :)



And me looking like a right cool kid

Yousef teaching me how to put on a turban.

Camal riding!!! Epic times!!!


The flood of colour from the tapestries is wonderful isn't it? ^__^


The market place in town.
 

This little Chameleon got more and more camera shy the longer we stayed. Aw bless.

A dog walking a dog. Can you see the lead attaching them both together?







Day 05 - انتهى

Wednesday 4 May 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 04


Day 04- List 15 songs that represent your life’s soundtrack.


(Artwork by divino07)


1. Up - Shania Twain
2. Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
3. Be My Escape - Relient K
4. Don't Want to Be Like Cinderella The - The Cheetah Girls
5. Underclass Hero - Sum 41
6. The Anthem  - Good Charlotte 
7. Bad Reputation - Joan Jett
8. My World - Avril Lavigne
9. Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
10. Freak Out - Avril Lavigne
11. Weight Of The World - Chantal Kreviazuk
12. Defying Gravity - Glee Cast
13. Extraordinary - Liz Plair
14. Walking On Sunshine - Aly & A.J.
15. Perfect Day - Hoku




Tuesday 3 May 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 03


Day 03- A habit that you wish you didn’t have.

Procrastination. 
My complete inability to put things of high importance on my priorities list, often gets me in a LOT of trouble. I actually feel bad for my teachers who have to deal with my apparent disregard of their deadlines. I honestly want to get every piece done the day i get it, so i can be free of it and not have to worry about it all the time, but i guess life just gets in the way. If it's not one thing, its another. Throwing the red card up at family members when they cross the line, comforting sensitive friends who (for some reason i STILL can't entirely wrap my head around) don't realise how fantastic they are, chores (that aren't usually my problem) but that have to be thrust upon me the one evening i get seriously pumped up to do some hardcore studying. 
I once got asked why i'm always like this and i honestly had no idea what to say. How do you explain to others (without reavealing your whole family history) why family and friends, that seem like they should take second place in my life behind my work and securing my future, always have to come first. But i can't help it, you can call it laziness if you want to, but i can't help that overwhelming feeling to keep my loved ones as close to me as possible. 
I should be getting used to this by now with both my siblings having left to go to uni, but somehow it's worse when it's your friends. My dearest friends, most of which i've known for years are leaving to live miles and miles away to carry on with their lives, meeting new and interesting people along the way. As much as i want to know how their lives turn out, a small part of me wonders if I'll ever meet up with these people again once they leave in a few months. Sadly, it's because of my nasty habit of procrastination that i'm being left behind in the first place. Well i guess only time will tell.

Day 3 – Bitmiş

Monday 2 May 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 02


Day 02- A picture of something you cannot live without.

There are plenty of things I feel I can’t live without, for example without my iPod, I’d never get up in the morning, without the internet I’d feel very isolated and without my manga and anime I’d feel incredibly bored. Then, without family and friends I’d have no one to rely on. But if I had to choose just one thing, I’m afraid this little fur-ball wins hands down.
We got her- or rather she found us back when I was still in primary school. We just happened to be having a barbeque sometime in the summer and this little munchkin literally appeared out of nowhere; creeping gingerly out from the bushes. At first glance, one might thing she was just one of the neighbour’s cats wandering further than usual in the hope of extra human food rather than the low quality canned food she usually gets. But on proper inspection, it was obvious she was a stray and that she wasn’t all that skilled at hunting becauseyou could see that her bone structure was clearly visible through her fur. While we were packing up she occupied herself with catching and eating the various larger bugs crawling about on the ground. 
Once everyone else had gone inside, I just sat on my brother’s skateboard, plate of leftover chicken and beef in hand and waited. After a couple of hours of gently tossing bits of meat at her feet I gradually managed to close the gap between her and myself. 
Eventually I had earned her trust enough to stroke her.
For the next couple of days we left a bowl of milk outside for her, which was enough to make her stick around. Did you know that not all the Jews from concentration camps died in the gas chambers and from over-work and malnutrition? Some of the ‘survivors’ died afterwards because of overfeeding. Their staved bodies couldn’t handle the high quality food the Americans were giving them and their bodies, not being used to it anymore, shut down from the foods it could no longer process. 
Anyway we had no idea if the same thing would happen to this starving kitty but we weren’t going to take the risk. After we took her to the vets for a general check-up we found that she was actually in better condition than we originally thought; apart from her obvious malnutrition she was perfectly healthy. We checked to see if she had a chip with the information of her previous owner, she didn’t, so we had our own put in. And lastly we found that she was a girl of about 2 years old; we had previously thought that maybe she was the neighbour’s cat Timmy. Home again, my brother came up with the name of Shimmer, since her black fur literally shimmers in the sun.
These days she’s settled in nicely. She insists on having nothing of lower quality than Whiskas cat pouches, her now spoilt attitude ensures that she only eats food after its just come out of the packet; if it hasn’t, then she will sit in front of her food bowl meowing before giving the nearest person the look of ‘if you think I’m eating this OLD food, then you have another thing coming, you silly human’. Once she found that my pillow is the best place to sleep, she has no qualms in laying on it in such a way that she pushes my head off my own pillow. She also claims that her washes are most effective, so even if we’ve just showered she WILL wash her ‘kittens’ (ie. us). She has her annoying habits but I’m just glad she’s happy these days, because I can honestly say that these days, home wouldn’t be home without her there too.
[How easy is it to tell i got REALLY bored with the shade black in this blog ;)]
Day 2 – Finita

Sunday 1 May 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 01


Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

Okay I’m totally behind everyone else who’s doing this 30 day blog challenge, but I only just found out about it so I’ve decided to do it in May instead (I may do an extra blog since it’s a 31 day month but we’ll see.)
Anyhow, today’s prompt for the blog: A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.
  1. I have a scar on my right arm from about 10 years ago when I was trying to stoke a horse but scraped my arm along the barbed wire accidently instead.
  2. I love writing romantic stories about ‘true love’ despite not believing in the idea.
  3. I think it would be an interesting development if I turn out to actually be considered clinically insane at some point in the future.
  4. I have definite trust issues.
  5. I want to officially change my name to Rachael Louisa Alice Bowden.
  6. I have given up almost all hope on men.
  7. I believe Karma is personally out to get me.
  8. My memory is a sieve.
  9. I try my best to substitute swear words for random and sometimes made-up words (ie. ‘fishcake’, ‘bumcheese’ and ‘monkeycheese’) in order to avoid offense and hopefully bring a smile instead.
  10. I get my spontaneity from my family it seems, as we once drove to France just to have some lunch there.
  11. Thanks to my brother, I once broke my wrist and it swelled up like crazy but my mum was like “It’s just a sprain, it’ll go down.” But eventually we went to the doctor’s, and like I thought, he said it was a break.
  12. The one time I actually celebrated New Year’s properly, I didn’t even do it with my own family.
  13. I will quite happily make a fool out of myself as long as I make people laugh whilst doing it.
  14. I hate the idea of getting married and being a parent. So I plan on doing neither.
  15. I want to: travel the world, become the author of at least three novels, become a fire-fighter, save someone’s life, buy an apartment in Australia, learn to speak Japanese, have my best friend become my roommate and become able to imitate Irish, Russian and Australian accents.
Yeah, I know I probably put a bit much in the last one, but to be honest I don’t care :P
Day 1 – Finished

The Power of Self Doubt & Inserting The Emotional Plug

Isn't it amazing how powerful people's beliefs and emotions are? Anyone who's read a particular piece of literature that's moved them or has heard the inspirational voices of people like Martin Luther King Jr. or Gandhi will know what I'm talking about.
But think for a moment about something that is much more common in everyday life: self doubt; even negativity in general. We all do it. Generally no one's harder on us than ourselves. Which I find is the most stupid natural thing in all human behaviour, because most people's potential can only be realised with kindness and encouragement, not by adding doubt into the mix.
I should add at this point that I am a complete hypocrite, and almost never listen to my own advice.
And to be honest my dear readers, this is the reason I’ve not written anything in a while. And more specifically, why I’ve not written anything worth reading in about a year.
Frankly, I can't recall the last time I got a negative comment on a piece I finished writing, and that’s because of two reasons:
1) When I write, I put in my all.
2) I don't open it up to criticism until I’m completely happy with it.
Unfortunately it’s because of these reasons that I’m absolutely appalling with deadlines and that I’ve got more in my drafts folder than blog posts actually published.
But recently I’ve had a constant writer's block. And I’m putting it down to the general clutter of shit in my life at the moment.
(Inserting the emotional plug)
But it's okay, because I’ve created my own personal light at the end of the tunnel. As these days I think I’ve slipped into post-despair. Is there even such a thing? I certainly have no idea from a medical stand point. My live has gradually slipped into a whirlpool of disappointment, depression and hatred.


See? There you go, a visual aid.

I've tried, I mean I suddenly feel like I’m 18 going on 40 and its even beginning to show on my face! So I mean it when I say I honestly have tried, but I’m just so tired.
I'm tired of playing peacemaker at Christmas and birthdays,
I’m tired of always having to come up with the solution because no one else can be bothered,
I’m tired of being the shoulder to cry on and pretending I can be the shield that can protect you from everything.
I'm tired of picking up the pieces after you've gone.
I'm tired of lying to keep everyone together.
And I’m tired of smiling and pretending everything’s going to be okay when I know it's not.

But I think there's just a switch that one of the little guys in my brain has finally flipped. That feeling of numbness, like when you've had too much alcohol; you're face feels tingly at a touch and you feel drowsy as if you haven't slept in two days. And I’ve gotta say, it's a wonderful feeling. If I didn't know better, I’d say I was drugged or something. I think I finally understand how people can become alcoholics and drug addicts. Because the thing is, reality feels so much like a dream right now that I just feel indifferent about everything. Sorry dear readers, I know I sound completely emo right now, oh wait the word is "scene" these days right? Well sorry for acting like a scene kid then. But I don't really care anymore. So, at the end of the day..."fuck it" or in the words of the fantastic Catherine Tate "Am I bovvered?"

Sunday 6 February 2011

How to... Have a Great Night Out

Now, lets be honest, the majority of us love a great night out, unless of course you happen to be, say, a hermit....or Mr Scrooge. Though, some get bored of the conventional clubbing, and that's because you're doing it wrong! So anyway, let me give you a few pointers for the next time you go out for a night on the town.

GET READY
1) Guys, apply clothes. Society apparently deems it acceptable for men to go out wearing nothing more than a nasty baggy T-Shirt and a pair of trousers which are not only three sizes too big but hang so low down their arse that you can see more of their Calvin Klein boxers than their jeans. (Seriously begining to wonder if they do that just to show off "Oh sorry, babe. It's just that my junk is too big to fit in my jeans if i put them up to where they're ment to be."

 (My art skills are pretty epic, aren't they!?)

2) Girls, now we have our work cut out just to face the light of day. Okay, bang on the foundation, obviously not your own skin colour, you wanna look like you've just been Tango'ed (really darn orange) as this still-tanned-from-a-recent-holiday look is really sexy. Apply multiple layers of basically every type of make-up you have. Lip-gloss is the be all or end all of any girl's look, now this you want to drizzle on as the consant drooling look is the hottest thing around! ;) Then the tight dress which pushes your boobs out and almost flashes your arse is the best one to wear when going out, this will give you that trampy prostitute look which is (lets face it) what men really want. Then of course high heels no less than 5 inches tall. Here, some of you may want to practice walking in them. Embrace the crushing effect, always remember: "No pain, no gain".
3) Once you've collected what you think you'll need for the night (ID, money, phone, lipy, lighter even if you don't smoke, an empty Powerade bottle- preferably still with it's label on, straw- you'd be surprised how handy this is actually, and a chocolate bar.
4) Bring a couple of pretty crazy friends with you.
5) Buy cheapest alcohol you can find that won't make you throw-up any time soon (unless you are getting followed by a persistant pervert, in which case barfing in front of or even on them will be a sufficient message for them to leave you alone).
6) Switch the alcohol from its own bottle to the Powerade bottle just in case you get caught drinking (this is most effective with drinks that match the colour of existing Powerade flavours)



GOING OUT
7) Screw your usual routine when you go out to the same place over and over. You could ask a (very cool) family member if they are willing to take you to somewhere more interesting; dispite the fact you have very little money, no place to stay and the fact that you may have forgotten your ID (or one of your crew is still under 18) - Though this technique is often a failure. You could instead try a friend or some guy you've only met once but owes you a favour anyway - This is more likely to be a sucess. :)
8) Try going to London (as it's gorgeous at night!)

9) Smoke a Shee-Sha pipe with a table full of complete randomers.

10) Give the rest of your small change to a sleeping homeless dude, you won't need it later anyway...probably...
11) Wander aimlessly for a while, don't worry everything is funny when you're drunk so you don't have to worry about being attacked (Y) Good times!
12) Start up a conversation with another complete randomer (or two). Who later you find out has missed his ride home because he was taking to you. Opps...Oh well!
13) Start heading toward places you would like to go; like the London Eye. They may follow you. Now depending whether you want them to comtinue or not is entirely up to you, if not then the throwing up trick mentioned earlier would come in pretty handy right about now. If you don't mind them then just carry on :)
14) Unfortunately for you, as you all walk across the now pitch black park they may ask you "Would you like to play sex games now?" To which it would always be best to say no to, unless you're feeling like "why not?" when confronted to the idea of playing naked tag in a park, though keep in mind you (or whichever one of your friends is feeling like this) is far too pissed to realise what the hell they're saying. So it's probably best to answer for them a "no".
15) The (Hungarian in my case) randomers may be persistant but eventually they WILL get tired and leave for home.
16) Head toward London Eye...again
17) Offer your lighter to passing (hot) men as they struggle with their own.Then ask for directions to the London Eye, Big Ben and other such attractions that may be lit up beautifully. They may follow you.
18) Compliment a girl-in-need on her gorgous shoes while holding her balanced while she massages her feet back to life. As in drunken world this automatically turns the two of you into best friends ;) Woohoo!
19) Take plenty of pictures. XD Memories! All alone in the moonlight!
 
 (Left to right: Caitlin Goodson, Michael, Krissy Belle, Me, Chelsie Marono)

20) Eventually get to the London Eye. Have more picies taken!

21) While you're there make friends with about 9 indian dudes, who have free booze and a car blasting music ;) Though try not to get left with them while everyone else has gone. 9 randomers + yourself + orgy = epically bad times
22) Walk past a few gay bars on the way to the bus stop to randomer's (Michael's friend's) house.
23) Start singing disney and other such songs at the bus stop.
24) Watch as your randomer (Michael) falls into a huge scarey black man's lap when the bus lurches into motion. Then watch as the black man's face turns into one of utter disgust (we came on with some of the people from the gay bar down the street, so i can only assume that this guy is a tad homophobic)
25) Ask one of the people who came out of the gay bar (who may i add is wearing the coolest mad scientist outfit i have ever seen) to spray you with the gold glitter spray-can he has in his hand.
26) When you get to the randomer's house, try not to make too much noise; people are sleeping and don't need to know you are in the house. You do NOT want to be escorted from the premesses with the threat of calling the police because it turns out the 20+ friend of the randomer is renting a room so still technically lives with his mother! Trust me, the look from her alone will make you want to slap her (the oh-my-god-what-the-hell-are-three-hookers-doing-in-my-house-look).
27) Depending on whether you can stay the night depends on your luck, though you may wish to sneak out in the morning.
28) Round about now is when your hangover's gonna kick in, this is where your chocolate bar comes in handy.
29) Since you used up the last of your cash on the bus ticket to the randomer's house, start your trek from God-knows-where-part-of-London back to the centre of it.
30) It's not even worth asking directions, people in London apparently have no idea what is where, listening to directions will only send you in circles or have people tell you which bus to take (which is useless since you have no money left). Find a bus stop, there should be a map on that somewhere.
31) Enjoy your journey back to the centre of London and then back home.

Remember: Always take lots of pictures! It will be funny later even if it isn't at the time ;) HAPPY ADVENTURES!!!



Tuesday 1 February 2011

Sacrificial Lamb

Actually a piece I did last year, but I was very proud of it so I thought I'd throw it up here ;) Enjoy! Constructive criticism welcome.


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“Please God, let her be alright…please don’t take her away from me now that I finally understand!” I kept whispering to myself, as I sat on a small chair next to her bed. I could feel my whole body was tense pleading, praying, begging for her to live. My hands were clenched so firmly together that my knuckles were white and my nails had dug into my hands so much that blood was dripping from my palms; but I didn’t even notice, my mind was elsewhere…

~Flashback~

Before I knew it she had charged in-between me and my to-be executor...

BANG!!! The shot went off without warning. But there was no pain like I had expected, no blood leaking from my chest, nothing but a familiar dark haired girl falling before me. That scream…that blood-curdling scream sent a million shockwaves through every nerve of my body. Her face in shock, like a shot doe wondering how it had been killed so easily, as blood slowly dripped out of her mouth. Shock, despair, hatred and love all quickly ran across my mind as I realised what she’d done. “…No! Why?!” I cried, running to hold her, unable to think what to do.

I only smiled sorrowfully back, and whispered, “I just wanted to walk with you…I wanted to be with you…Because I…love you…” I tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a strangled cry, but I couldn’t help it; I had finally been able to tell him how I felt. Though I had waited too long and now it was too late, because I knew, just as he knew, I was going to die here…I was sure of it, yet if I hadn’t and Dan had died first, then I would have lost everything. 

My whole world would have been completely obliterated; he was my world, he was the reason that I got up each morning, tried harder each day, his existence in this world was the reason why my heart could keep beating. This was the way it had to be. My death would only be a small sorrow for his huge heart to take, I would be forgotten quickly; perhaps he would end up marrying Claire; I knew he always liked her. My family would be fine too, they didn’t need me; they had my younger sister; she was always the stronger one. Then there was everyone else. I would miss my friends, and they would miss me too, but again it wouldn’t last long; my friends would carry on with their lives and forget. They could all be happy.

I was in shock; I couldn’t think, let alone talk. She loved me?! She couldn’t possibly, I wasn’t meant to be loved, it just wasn’t my fate, I couldn’t-shouldn’t be loved. That point had been proven a long time ago. Fifteen years worth of confirmation, each day walking down the street, I was so young; a lonely orphan. Of course I made friends eventually, made bonds with people, loved people; but never had someone loved me back! My mother couldn’t, my father wouldn’t and my brother just tried to kill me.
That was my destiny; to be unloved.

…But why now?

~End of Flashback~

I couldn’t really remember much of what happened after that, but I knew that the memory of Sarah would always stay with me, burned into the back of my mind like a scar that would never heal. Something I could never escape from. 
“Because I love you…”
Why? Why did you choose to fall in love with someone like me? Why did you have to sacrifice your life for me? Because of me, her life was hanging in the balance and if she died here, then her blood would be on my hands.
I didn’t know how long I sat there, in one of the many rooms to this hospital, just waiting for her to wake up. Each breath was a blessing; I didn’t miss a single one, because each one meant that she was still fighting to stay alive.
I’d never felt so much pain in my life, I wanted to rip my heart out. I had heard that the criminal had be killed when he started firing at police but I couldn’t help but wish I had been there, to shoot him myself and watch as the life left his eyes. He was dead, but I was now the one consumed by pain and hate, praying it wouldn’t take me over, body and mind.
“…uh…”
My head jerked up, “Sarah?” her face was the same it had been the whole time I was beside her; slightly pained but otherwise calm. ‘Must be just a dream she’s having’ I thought. I looked down at my hands again; they were covered in blood because my nails digging into my skin. I wiped the blood away on my trousers, and replaced them on the bed next to Sarah’s.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if I was with Sarah. My hand crept towards hers like a timid mouse. Her pale skin was beautifully warm and soft, it reminded me of the petals of white roses outside Mrs Simmon’s Flower Shop. Her warmth calmed my hatred, soothed my pain, erased my sorrow...

Because she loves me… 

Tuesday 18 January 2011

The Hypocrite

Written ages ago, found in a very old file, and completely random. Enjoy!

The Hypocrite

Did I disappoint you?
Did I do it wrong?
Did I not hide when I should have done?
Did I tell the truth when you preferred the lies?
I’m sorry

Did you scowl at the intolerance of man?
Did you shun me for my differences?
Did you forget our friendship?
Did you hate me for being unlike you?
Why?

Well, I tell you now

It was you who disappointed me
It was you who was in the wrong
It was you who should have hidden
It was you who was living a lie

...I wonder why...