HELP! I’m stuck!
I woke up in a closet. Cole was resting at my side. For hours I studied his face. I notice a small scar at his hairline. It all came back to me.
So, I am on page 44 of a writing I have been working on for the past few weeks and I'm stuck on this part. They were kiddnapped and now they are trapped in a closet. She fainted and can't remember what happend. She sees a scar on his face and she remembers
what happend.... I just dont know "what happend".... any ideas?
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Its not sitting in your room crying at night, however it always seems to slip through the crack in the door. Its being num feeling abosultely nothing. You try to be happy, but you can't, but your not sad either. It always pulls you back to bed no matter how many times you say. And the worst thing of all, you can never escape it.
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Lucky (Part 2)
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5.”
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I breathe out. I’m still here laying in blood that’s not my own. I close my eyes trying to remember when I stopped feeling pain. But to my surprise, I don’t remember ever feeling pain.
I don’t remember even being a kid. When was I born? Have I had a birthday party? Have I ever lost a baby tooth? I can’t answer any of these questions I ask myself.
The only thing I remember is existing. Just the concept of being. I wasn’t… then one day I was.
I haven’t felt heartbreak from a boy next door, or fear from the dentist bringing a strange, unknown tool towards my mouth. I haven’t felt regret. I’ve heard people say regret is the worse. Regret and guilt. That they can decay a living body. I wonder how many of these people around me have felt regret and guilt. Maybe they stole their parents’ car without asking or didn’t say goodnight to a loved one because they were mad. Maybe they bullied someone in their past and never said sorry, or didn’t hug someone who really needed it.
Suddenly while thinking of all these memories and feelings that I didn’t have, I felt a pull in my stomach. But that didn’t stop me.
I kept thinking, now about the people I’ve killed. Did they have kids? Kids who are going to miss their parents reading them bedtime stories and watching them do their homework after school.
Did they have a spouse? One who is now going to lay in a bed that seems too big for one person.What about their parents? Their parents who will probably feel like a piece of their heart died with their child.
I feel warm streams on my cheek. My eyes shaking and my body shivering, I sit up in this puddle of blood. I bend my knees towards my chest and let my head fall back. I feel like I’m shattering just like the glass around me. I feel like my skin is peeling and my bones are being grated into dust.
I start to feel sorrow, joy, rage and my blood is heating up, boiling, my skin is turning red in hives and rashes. I’m burning but yet shivering from the cold actions I’ve taken. My nails turning shades of brown and green and my toes rot but then numb like they’re not there.
I hug myself tightly, smiling through the pain.
Then it hits me... regret and guilt. They build up from my stomach and work there way into my mind. I see the scared faces of those whose lives I took. I begin to scream,
“I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!”
I’m weeping just barely alive now. Feeling every possible emotion and all the pain from my past scars, bruises, and cuts.
The only thing in my mind is..
“I feel it.”
“I feel it now.”
I sulk and my body falls flat, weak, and broken. The sweet escape of death just seconds away. I close my eyes and wait. I take a deep breath in and count to five.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5.”
…
How lucky are the fallen?
https://theprose.com/post/237854/lucky-part-1
Their home was cold
their hearts were winter
and they spoke in frost,
icicles dripping from their lips.
Their bodies were a permanent blue
an elegant shade of deathbyfrostbite.
Their footprints left tracks
of crystalized snow
snowflakes leaking from their sapphire fingers.
Their hearts shivered
in their bony chests
for winter is not a place
but a state of mind.
HelloNewMe
Hello.
Life is hard.
At least for me.
It is a long and terrible process.
Tell me there is something to wait for.
To enjoy.
Tell me I have a future.
I dont want to go through life.
The grueling pain grows by the day.
Tell I’m worth it.
Tell me that they are lying.
Tell me that they dont have a reason to leave.
Tell me that I have a home.
Am I loved?
How is life for you?
Who did you marry?
How many kids do you have?
What job?
Do you love yourself?
What My Name Means
My mom thinks my name means
“diligent,” “loves all the animals in the world,
no matter how they look,”
and “periodically extremely shy”
My dad thinks my name means
“hilarious” and “intimidated by new things”
My sisters think my name means
“sporadically annoying,” “amusing,” and “gullible”
My dog thinks my name means
“always ready for love and cuddles”
My best friends think my name means
“upbeat” and “attentive”
My teachers think my name means
“always ready to learn,” “hard working,” and “shy”
My neighbors think my name means
“hushed,” but “energetic”
My classmates think my name means
“immensely shy” and “scared”
I think
There’s more, hidden things to me,
such as,
“dreams of being courageous” and
and “doesn’t want to move on”
and “is concerned about the white rhinos all night long”
You see,
there is much more to me
than meets the eye.
To the girl i used to be...
Young girl you were so vein,
you cared to much about beauty even though it caused pain,
you were always so scared,
because of the weight you had to bare,
you were told you were not enough,
which made you very angry and gruff,
i am still in my youth but i can say i see my life in a whole new perspective.