Fallen SoldierThe world around me fell when I saw your body on the ground. You were alone, weren't you? For years I protected you with my power and yet, I let you die here alone in this forsaken place. Falling to my knees, I look at you, unbelieving of what had happened. You can't be dead. You just can't.
All those times I woke to your smiling face or the times you had cooked dinner for everyone? You were the one person who held us all together in order to keep us from fighting with each other. You were the dearest friend that I ever had. Even if at times I was mad at you, you always came back with a smile.
I felt the warmth of someone's hand on my shoulder, bringing me out of my despair for but a moment. No longer finding the strength in my legs, I stay there rooted to the spot. I have to pull myself together. The others, they need me to lead them now right? How could I lead them after you just went and got yourself killed? Do they expect me to march on like a soldier without dwelling on this? I su
Day DreamsIn the first row and closest to the door, and yet, she still felt boxed in. With her back against the cold wall, she stared out the window instead of the PowerPoint her teacher had prepared for class. The banter her teacher told the class fell on her deaf ears. She had better things to do than to pay attention to a class she already knew the language.
The gray wall from the building next to the one she sat in now, held more interest than the lesson. Why? Simple, she could play her story on it. Staring out the window, she found herself day dreaming about that grand adventure she would one day have. For years she had convinced herself, her life was better than what it was. She had some purpose here instead of just being a student and trying to make it in the world just like everyone else. Deep down she had not given up this dream even as the years continued to go by and she grew older little by little.
The sound of her name called her back from her day dream of being the hero for t
Easier To RunRunning, that's what he always did. Ever since that day, he could no longer face the others with a smile. How could he? For the hundredth time he had been betrayed by someone close to him. How much more hurt did he have to endure until he could no longer take it?
His usual spot was empty, the one place he could always hide away. Good, no one knew of this place. He would finally be at peace. It was the only place that he could show the emotions he had hid from most of his friends. He had always been the one that everyone could come to, but he finally had enough. He was able to grow angry at those who shoved him to the side. He could finally show how his parents upset him for leaving him behind once again after they promised they could finally be a family again. They wanted so many things from him and he was still too young for half the responsibility they gave him. Why did they expect so much from him?
He had to be strong for the others. To be the support to the ones who looked up to hi
Courage FoundShe felt small compared to the crowd around her. Every day she felt as if the tide and current of the entire daily lives of others would sweep her away. Every face she glanced at, evil glares and threatening questions filled her head. Were those people really saying any of the things in her head? Perhaps, but only they would know for sure.
Lost on her way, she looked at the cross road. Four directions, yet only one will take her the way she needs to go. To her left and right would lead her to the unknown, going forward would bring her to her classes. The last option was to turn back and go home to comfort, peace, and most of all familiarity. Could she really make it through this day? She was the wall flower people forgot until they needed to use her.
Sadly, there was no bright light to show her the way. No magic trick to call upon to help. She had to cope with it, on her own. To try and fight these feelings so deep down that they scream to be released.
Years of hiding herself, keeping
Gilbert's ExileGilbert stood there and look around. He had opened up his shop for nearly an hour and yet it was practically empty, save for the usual company men who came for coffee. Still, it only made three in the cafe, including himself. He glanced at the paper at the counter as he wiped a cup in his hand. He could not bring himself to actually read it today. What did it matter to him? Before long, he would end up losing this cafe just as he had lost her.
The small bell on the door jingled and danced as a college boy stepped in. The only other regular customer since Gilbert opened the cafe. Just like the company men and any other customer that Gilbert had recently, they only came for his coffee. The young man seemed to enjoy the cup before studying. He always seemed to have some sort of textbook with him he would read extensively. Knowing his order, he went to prepare the young man's coffee. For whatever reason, the young man would always sit at the counter instead of at a table. Gilbert didn't un
Deamonz New Leader“But Cyril, you’re the only leader we could possibly have for the Deamons. Look at all the different things we’ve accomplished,” the right hand man of the Deamons said to his leader as he stood in the room one with a door. It was closed for obvious reasons; the other men didn’t need to hear their leader was attempting to leave them after so many years.
“You know me better than that. If I wasn’t like this,” Cyril spat as he motioned with his hand to his body. “I would stay, but sadly there is no guarantee I could keep all of you safe. They have their methods of making others do their bidding. Besides, I can’t even control.”
“We can help you!” he watched Cyril sigh as he sat there on the broken down chair. He knew Cyril was at least thinking about that option with his thumb and fore finger pinching the bridge of his nose. “We can’t lose you. Not you as Cyril or Tybalt.”
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