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His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

“I would never stab you. No, this is the part where I set you on fire,” she said pulling away. She started to mutter something and I pulled on my reserves of strength to bring my body up, relying on the chains to keep me suspended. I slammed my foot into her throat with a satisfying crunch. She flew back with a gurgle and clutched wildly at her throat.

“How could you?” she exclaims, despairingly. Her eyes begin to well as she turns away and storms off, her heart sagging in heartbreak and anguish. She hides herself in the collar of her coat, embarrassed and humiliated.

“Whoever . . . whatever you are, I would still love you.” I stopped speaking when the taste of blood was in my mouth, and the last thing I remember was a tear that crashed onto my

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

I don’t get why my sister is sending me here, sending me to rehab. Its not like I have a problem. Ok, I have a slight problem but that doesn’t mean I need to go to rehab for it. She thinks it will help me “get better”. I get so annoyed with her when she says that. All she ever says to me now is do this and you’ll get better, try harder and maybe things would work out. Try harder. You don’t think I’ve tried my whole life to fix the things that are wrong with me. I have. I fought every single day and nothing ever changed. I’m still the same way I was since I was little. I’m still messed up. I know I am but she can’t honestly think that rehab is going to help can she? I highly doubt it.

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

"You can't keep holding on to stuff like this, James." Natasha sighed, slipping a delicate hand through her hair. "It's not healthy."

Out the window and down the fire escape, twenty floors was nothing at this point, and considering police would have to get here and go all the way up to the top, I was in the clear. As I slide down the ladder to the ground, I heard the sirens pulling up in the front, perfect timing, I walked out the alley, taking off my hoodie and slowly joining the crowd forming behind the cop cars. “The best place to hide is in plain sight,” something grandpa told me that I'll never forget, though considering I was a college student with a backpack in New York, blending in was a given. Making my way to the side of the crowd, trying to catch a word of what the officers were saying. “Suspect, average height, weight, witness says all they saw was a shadow going out the window.

Ian yanked me up and twisted me around so that my back was to him. His breath was heavy as he pressed his body against mine and his tongue slid up my cheek. “Please keep fighting. I’ll only enjoy it more.” One glance to my father and my dad knew what to do. He flung his arms at Selena. She struck him with the stick. His face contorted in pain, but instead of falling to the floor, he grabbed the electrified end and flipped it back to her.

It has been a year and a half and things are going good. Mother and father have been getting along and I have even been able to teach Sandy some few tricks, such as rolling over, sitting, and staying in place. Now that it is summer time my father and mother decided to plan a one and a half month trip with me to New York to get me to visit new and different places. They say it is going to be very different but they also said that we were going to have fun while there but I wasn't very excited since I don't know New York and I have heard that it is very big and has a lot of people which makes me scared since I don't know what could happen, but I hope I can at least make a friend while in New York that can get along with me just fine, and i

If he could, the youth would have remained there for hours. The harsh words he spat out toward the entity was the only form of affection he could convey to a man as formal as his father was. The fashion of his character, the way he conducted himself, was one in which the fledgling lionized. Respect from his colleagues was something the man had in abundance, and Titus wanted this. He wanted to be above them all, to inspire fear in their beings with just as a flick of his wrist.

A single gunshot rang out, just one. The sound caused some to scurry to shelter, while the young and ignorant wandered the streets.

“I don’t want to do that” He whined. “ How about I give you the hatchet and I go through the front door and meet you in the woods.”

“Why am I here?” Liliana spat. She was in no mood for pleasantries. She was half tempted to just kill the man and be done, but she