I remember running down a long corridor...I knew soon that I would have no where left to run and 'they' would get me. I tried not to think about that part though.
"Get her!" I heard them yell and I just got even più nervous. I picked up my speed and ended up tripping, falling, and sliding on the floor on my stomach. I wince as I hit the bacheca and I turn over to find one of them standing right infront of me. Truth be told I had no reason why they were chasing me. I had never done anything wrong and my parents from what I knew didn't want me so I lived in foster care.
"Tsk tsk." He says yanking me up to stand our eyes meeting. "You should have known better than to have ran from us like that"
"Yeah well...Considering the fact te were probably a mur- mmph!" My eyes widened. I wasn't expecting him to just ram his lips into mine.
"Evan!" Another one yells, this one female she gasps softly at what she sees. "Evan stop!" She walks over and pulls him away from me. I whimper softly and look at them. So his name was Evan... My only domanda was why did he baciare me right after being so rough with me. I bite my lower lip quietly and turn my attention back to them.
"Oh shut up Amber it wasn't anythin-"
"Anything bad?" She detto cockily glaring at him. He just stood there silently. "Exactly. Thats what te say everytime..."
So he's pulled stunts like this before...Why wasn't he with any of them now? What had become of them? What would happen to me? All of these domande and più started popping into my head.
"Come on" she detto glaring at Evan. "Leave the stupid mortal alone and lets go."
I frowned softly and looked as Evan walked to me again.
"I'll be back beautiful." He says resting a hand against my cheek and baciare me again. This time it was più soft and it wasn't as much as a suprise. I kissed back and everything that had just happened was a blur.
"Get her!" I heard them yell and I just got even più nervous. I picked up my speed and ended up tripping, falling, and sliding on the floor on my stomach. I wince as I hit the bacheca and I turn over to find one of them standing right infront of me. Truth be told I had no reason why they were chasing me. I had never done anything wrong and my parents from what I knew didn't want me so I lived in foster care.
"Tsk tsk." He says yanking me up to stand our eyes meeting. "You should have known better than to have ran from us like that"
"Yeah well...Considering the fact te were probably a mur- mmph!" My eyes widened. I wasn't expecting him to just ram his lips into mine.
"Evan!" Another one yells, this one female she gasps softly at what she sees. "Evan stop!" She walks over and pulls him away from me. I whimper softly and look at them. So his name was Evan... My only domanda was why did he baciare me right after being so rough with me. I bite my lower lip quietly and turn my attention back to them.
"Oh shut up Amber it wasn't anythin-"
"Anything bad?" She detto cockily glaring at him. He just stood there silently. "Exactly. Thats what te say everytime..."
So he's pulled stunts like this before...Why wasn't he with any of them now? What had become of them? What would happen to me? All of these domande and più started popping into my head.
"Come on" she detto glaring at Evan. "Leave the stupid mortal alone and lets go."
I frowned softly and looked as Evan walked to me again.
"I'll be back beautiful." He says resting a hand against my cheek and baciare me again. This time it was più soft and it wasn't as much as a suprise. I kissed back and everything that had just happened was a blur.
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Amore is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my fiori still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget te although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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te seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows te
like a hook,
won't let te go,
won't leave te alone.
te smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that te hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves te not,
te don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give te a strength.
te long for life
that te don't know of,
te seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
Hayly's gucci boots
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits da Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to sposta tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuoco earlier, and let me tell te journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuoco ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits da Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to sposta tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuoco earlier, and let me tell te journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuoco ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
