So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^
The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the letto post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the letto with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.
Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying, only bloodcurdling screams. These voices were making me go crazy. Slowly, gradually, I was losing my sanity.
I didn't want to become like her. I could still hear her screams, very much like those inside of my head. She, my sister. She had been the same as me, hearing those voices, she had gone mad and unable to take it any longer, she had committed suicide.
Her screams still haunt me, sometimes, I wake up at night panting and sweating, hearing her wails in my head. But it is different now, now I don’t hear only her screams but many other people’s too. And soon mine will be included in them, unable to be distinguished…
These voices make me feel troubled, lost. Make me lose all hope of ever getting away. Sometimes, I just want to die and escape from all this. I tried to tell mom and dad about it but they just didn't listen. They thought that I was going mad like my sister, which was true but the voices were real. The screams were of real people. They were real and they were out there to kill me.
I covered my ears, trying to block out the voices, the screams but they were inside my head. My head felt like it was going to burst open any moment now. The screams were louder than ever now, buzzing constantly inside my ear like flies that no matter how much we try to swat away, never fly away.
I was tired of it all, tired of trying to keep sane, tired of trying out to block these voices, tired of convincing mom and dad that these voices were real, tired of trying not to become like Her…
I stared out of the balcony door. There were some birds hopping around the balcony, while chirping happily. What made them so happy anyways? Nothing was ever happy in this life.
I went to the balcony door to drive them out, their cheerful chirping making me angry. After shooing them away, I leaned on the balcony’s railing. I stared down; the ground was so far away and suddenly the strada, via looked so much alluring, like it was me inviting me to go unisciti it. I subconsciously put my foot on the railing; ready to jump off at any moment. But then a part of my mind, which was still sane called out, faintly, very faintly “Don’t jump, Akane!” but the voice was muffled da the other voices inside of my head, which were urging me on.
I put my foot down, but then I heard worried footsteps approaching; my parents’ footsteps. Hearing their footsteps made me enraged. Parents were supposed to trust their children; they were the ones who didn't believe me. They were to be partly blamed for my craziness. I couldn't take this miserable life anymore. “I’m tired. So tired” I whispered into the air and put my foot again on the railing. Just as I was going to jump, my parents came bursting through the balcony door.
”AKANE! AKANE! WHAT ARE te DOING? DON’T JUMP…PLEASE!” They cried out, urging me to step off the railing, but it was too late now. I smirked as I let go, my feet leaving the railing.
I was free now, just like Her, just like my sister…
Thanks ^_^
The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the letto post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the letto with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.
Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying, only bloodcurdling screams. These voices were making me go crazy. Slowly, gradually, I was losing my sanity.
I didn't want to become like her. I could still hear her screams, very much like those inside of my head. She, my sister. She had been the same as me, hearing those voices, she had gone mad and unable to take it any longer, she had committed suicide.
Her screams still haunt me, sometimes, I wake up at night panting and sweating, hearing her wails in my head. But it is different now, now I don’t hear only her screams but many other people’s too. And soon mine will be included in them, unable to be distinguished…
These voices make me feel troubled, lost. Make me lose all hope of ever getting away. Sometimes, I just want to die and escape from all this. I tried to tell mom and dad about it but they just didn't listen. They thought that I was going mad like my sister, which was true but the voices were real. The screams were of real people. They were real and they were out there to kill me.
I covered my ears, trying to block out the voices, the screams but they were inside my head. My head felt like it was going to burst open any moment now. The screams were louder than ever now, buzzing constantly inside my ear like flies that no matter how much we try to swat away, never fly away.
I was tired of it all, tired of trying to keep sane, tired of trying out to block these voices, tired of convincing mom and dad that these voices were real, tired of trying not to become like Her…
I stared out of the balcony door. There were some birds hopping around the balcony, while chirping happily. What made them so happy anyways? Nothing was ever happy in this life.
I went to the balcony door to drive them out, their cheerful chirping making me angry. After shooing them away, I leaned on the balcony’s railing. I stared down; the ground was so far away and suddenly the strada, via looked so much alluring, like it was me inviting me to go unisciti it. I subconsciously put my foot on the railing; ready to jump off at any moment. But then a part of my mind, which was still sane called out, faintly, very faintly “Don’t jump, Akane!” but the voice was muffled da the other voices inside of my head, which were urging me on.
I put my foot down, but then I heard worried footsteps approaching; my parents’ footsteps. Hearing their footsteps made me enraged. Parents were supposed to trust their children; they were the ones who didn't believe me. They were to be partly blamed for my craziness. I couldn't take this miserable life anymore. “I’m tired. So tired” I whispered into the air and put my foot again on the railing. Just as I was going to jump, my parents came bursting through the balcony door.
”AKANE! AKANE! WHAT ARE te DOING? DON’T JUMP…PLEASE!” They cried out, urging me to step off the railing, but it was too late now. I smirked as I let go, my feet leaving the railing.
I was free now, just like Her, just like my sister…
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will te be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will te run?
Will te hide?
o will te hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and te are the apple.
So who will te be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will te cower,
o will te fight?
Is your cuore made of glass?
o a pure snow white?
Who will te be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will te run?
Will te hide?
o will te hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and te are the apple.
So who will te be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will te cower,
o will te fight?
Is your cuore made of glass?
o a pure snow white?
tell me why i miss you
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these domande on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why te wont let me mostra te that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope te read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these domande on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why te wont let me mostra te that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope te read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
I intend to bring up a term that I am sure that te have all already herd of. Global warming. It is slowly, but surely killing us all! We need to unite as a team to stop global warming and save the world. Global warming is heating up the earth because of some people's bad choices, should we suffer because of that? NO! Global warming is killing inoccent animali and people, we could save them. Global warming is caused da pollution and over usage of electrisity. Start today. Turn off lights when te leave the room, don't leave anything on that doesn't need to be on. Start helping today. Save the world unisciti me. Be happy. Help me create a better place for everyone.
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, o could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his cuore torn into pieces, o turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with Amore too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the spiaggia after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this anno in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these domande and più will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and secondo book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the secondo series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)