Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, te don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd already Lost one parent, and though she'd always thought it would be brilliant to have no one who cared if she revised for her GCSEs, o if she failed them, no parent who forced a curfew on her, o who tagged around embarrassingly at her school prom, it wasn't brilliant at all. She felt she could just die, and nobody from her family would care. Well, maybe her uncle, who had moved in to take care of her when Dad left, would know he was supposed to grieve and cry.
Anna jabbed her thumb against the button to change channels. Automatically, after almost a anno of twinkling when anyone mentioned the war o her father, she grinned.
'-is becoming più serious. Many innocent citizens have been shot down, and several British troops-.'
Dad probably wasn't part of those troops. Anna looked down, staring at the remote. It was black with red buttons. She stabbed the button. The T.V was so old it was practically an antique. It didn't change channels.
'-were mowed down. Approximately 1000 are missing, 450 severely injured-.'
Black and white pictures began coming up, and Anna could have sworn she saw her father's face. Anna wrenched her eyes away for a moment, and pressed the 'off' button continuously for ten seconds.
Nothing happened.
It was lingering on a picture of her father- no, a dead man who looked vaguely like her father. He was lying sprawled on the ground, a mangled red cut across his cheek, his face twisted and furious. As the T.V zoomed in on him, Anna saw his face properly. It had been months since she'd last seen it, but even in black and white, with a cut slashed across his face, Anna recognised him as the man who had hugged her goodbye ten months ago.
'He's dead,' she detto blankly.
There was no way a man with a cut that almost sliced his face in half could be alive. But Anna saw, electric relief rushing through her, he was moving, stirring, alive... and looking straight out at her.
'And 200 have been confirmed dead,' finished the news reader.
'I don't want to hear this,' Anna blurted, blushing at how shrill and stupid she sounded. It probably wasn't her father. After all, it had been many months since they were together, and the cut, as well as the beard he'd grown, disfigured his face a lot. She was being an idiot.
Anna reached for the remote for one last try, but she didn't want to try to switch it off and have it keep playing. This way she could kid herself she could stop at any moment. Then it zoomed closer to her father's- no, the man's- tortured face, and she grabbed the remote, pressing the off button for ten secondi again, then again just in case. And again. The voice didn't even falter.
'Anna.'
She dropped the remote to the floor with a clatter. The voice seemed to be coming from the T.V, but it couldn't be- no.
'Anna.'
This time she saw her father's lips sposta on the T.V. He rose unsteadily to his feet, his eyes never leaving hers. They were bloodshot from the long hours, and wild and even cruel. Her father had never looked at her like that before. He seemed, Anna thought, to stumble towards her, not just on the screen, but as if, God, it was stupid, but as if he coming out of the T.V.
Anna jumped up and ran from the room, but the T.V. continued to blare, and Dad's mangled face was printed in her mind. She slammed the door behind her, but the volume remained consistent.
'Anna.'
This time the voice didn't crackle from the T.V. It came from directly behind her, and slowly, very slowly, the door was pulled open. The man who hugged her goodbye ten months fa was standing there, a mangled red cut across his face, his eyes cold and wild as he stared at her.
da Jasmine. Help and editing da James Dawson (by the way, I really recommend te read his book, 'Say her name' about Bloody Mary) and Julie Bolitho-Lee. Also, if you're British and secondary school aged, te should totally get involved in First Story.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, te don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd already Lost one parent, and though she'd always thought it would be brilliant to have no one who cared if she revised for her GCSEs, o if she failed them, no parent who forced a curfew on her, o who tagged around embarrassingly at her school prom, it wasn't brilliant at all. She felt she could just die, and nobody from her family would care. Well, maybe her uncle, who had moved in to take care of her when Dad left, would know he was supposed to grieve and cry.
Anna jabbed her thumb against the button to change channels. Automatically, after almost a anno of twinkling when anyone mentioned the war o her father, she grinned.
'-is becoming più serious. Many innocent citizens have been shot down, and several British troops-.'
Dad probably wasn't part of those troops. Anna looked down, staring at the remote. It was black with red buttons. She stabbed the button. The T.V was so old it was practically an antique. It didn't change channels.
'-were mowed down. Approximately 1000 are missing, 450 severely injured-.'
Black and white pictures began coming up, and Anna could have sworn she saw her father's face. Anna wrenched her eyes away for a moment, and pressed the 'off' button continuously for ten seconds.
Nothing happened.
It was lingering on a picture of her father- no, a dead man who looked vaguely like her father. He was lying sprawled on the ground, a mangled red cut across his cheek, his face twisted and furious. As the T.V zoomed in on him, Anna saw his face properly. It had been months since she'd last seen it, but even in black and white, with a cut slashed across his face, Anna recognised him as the man who had hugged her goodbye ten months ago.
'He's dead,' she detto blankly.
There was no way a man with a cut that almost sliced his face in half could be alive. But Anna saw, electric relief rushing through her, he was moving, stirring, alive... and looking straight out at her.
'And 200 have been confirmed dead,' finished the news reader.
'I don't want to hear this,' Anna blurted, blushing at how shrill and stupid she sounded. It probably wasn't her father. After all, it had been many months since they were together, and the cut, as well as the beard he'd grown, disfigured his face a lot. She was being an idiot.
Anna reached for the remote for one last try, but she didn't want to try to switch it off and have it keep playing. This way she could kid herself she could stop at any moment. Then it zoomed closer to her father's- no, the man's- tortured face, and she grabbed the remote, pressing the off button for ten secondi again, then again just in case. And again. The voice didn't even falter.
'Anna.'
She dropped the remote to the floor with a clatter. The voice seemed to be coming from the T.V, but it couldn't be- no.
'Anna.'
This time she saw her father's lips sposta on the T.V. He rose unsteadily to his feet, his eyes never leaving hers. They were bloodshot from the long hours, and wild and even cruel. Her father had never looked at her like that before. He seemed, Anna thought, to stumble towards her, not just on the screen, but as if, God, it was stupid, but as if he coming out of the T.V.
Anna jumped up and ran from the room, but the T.V. continued to blare, and Dad's mangled face was printed in her mind. She slammed the door behind her, but the volume remained consistent.
'Anna.'
This time the voice didn't crackle from the T.V. It came from directly behind her, and slowly, very slowly, the door was pulled open. The man who hugged her goodbye ten months fa was standing there, a mangled red cut across his face, his eyes cold and wild as he stared at her.
da Jasmine. Help and editing da James Dawson (by the way, I really recommend te read his book, 'Say her name' about Bloody Mary) and Julie Bolitho-Lee. Also, if you're British and secondary school aged, te should totally get involved in First Story.
Drift apart, this world is an art.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and Amore another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and Amore another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
P1 - I swear i stil do
Is this the way we are going to end?
I still remember those days when we held each others hands.
And let out our feelings.
Those days when we never had a fight,
Those great nights we spent just looking at the stars.
How can we just leave like this?
How can we not believe one another?
Because everything I detto was true.
And when I detto I Amore you, I swear I still do.
P2 - Catch me
I thought te would be there through the times that I needed te the most.
I thought te would be there to help me
When your Amore was needed the most,
But I guess I was wrong.
I guess I was just so blind to see that I’ve never fallen so hard thinking te would be there catch me.
Is this the way we are going to end?
I still remember those days when we held each others hands.
And let out our feelings.
Those days when we never had a fight,
Those great nights we spent just looking at the stars.
How can we just leave like this?
How can we not believe one another?
Because everything I detto was true.
And when I detto I Amore you, I swear I still do.
P2 - Catch me
I thought te would be there through the times that I needed te the most.
I thought te would be there to help me
When your Amore was needed the most,
But I guess I was wrong.
I guess I was just so blind to see that I’ve never fallen so hard thinking te would be there catch me.
some amature suff
Dream Of My Amore So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
baciare and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This Amore is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But più dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see te someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My Amore So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
baciare and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This Amore is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But più dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see te someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
I wrote this listening to Gollum's Song, sung da Karliene Renolds. I don't know why, I just felt like doing this.
It's so dark. I can't see. I have no one.
No one cares enough to try.
I'm sobbing now, along with the storm overhead. They lied. they detto they cared. I can't go back.
I can feel it coming. No Friends tried to find me.
Goodbye.
They didn't try for me.
Don't cry for me. you're too late. te hurt me. te blamed me everything. I can never go home.
I am lost. I will never go home.
It's so dark. I can't see. I have no one.
No one cares enough to try.
I'm sobbing now, along with the storm overhead. They lied. they detto they cared. I can't go back.
I can feel it coming. No Friends tried to find me.
Goodbye.
They didn't try for me.
Don't cry for me. you're too late. te hurt me. te blamed me everything. I can never go home.
I am lost. I will never go home.
I don’t think I could ever Amore someone like I loved you
te are my first and last Amore
te go I go
te stay I stay
And te might think that’s weird but that’s the way it goes
That’s the way Amore is
And no matter how hard we try to let go
te will always find your self coming back.
_________________________________________________
Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So te can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains te can be my shelter.
I will tell te my feelings and te will tell me yours.
We can laugh and baciare and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
te can take me home
I will let te hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch te give me
I will be satisfied.
te are my first and last Amore
te go I go
te stay I stay
And te might think that’s weird but that’s the way it goes
That’s the way Amore is
And no matter how hard we try to let go
te will always find your self coming back.
_________________________________________________
Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So te can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains te can be my shelter.
I will tell te my feelings and te will tell me yours.
We can laugh and baciare and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
te can take me home
I will let te hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch te give me
I will be satisfied.
pain fills my cuore and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed da the hand and pulled out da a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb da limb, every string of my cuore played da the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, o so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion te can't replace and I faced it everyday o so for a anno and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my cuore and soul that te will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
