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March 24th, 2010.
You showed up. Your wrists were cut. There was blood on my front porch. And on my hands. You were crying. And i didn’t know what to do. So I just let you cry And I cleaned your cuts. And you stayed for dinner. And you smiled at everybody.
Did I save your life that day?Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.18.2011 @ 1:42 pm
You walk around with your nose in the air, thinking that you’re better than us. You pretend that your opinion is the only one that matters. I’m tired of listening to you tell me that everything I do is wrong. I’m tired of hearing you say the words “I’m better than her” everytime you see a girl you don’t like, especially when you say that about my best friend and expect me to agree with you. I don’t want you in my life, because GUESS WHAT, PRINCESS?
NOBODY IS BETTER THAN ANYBODY.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.12.2011 @ 8:15 pm
And there she stood, in my doorway, dressed in a red gown. Her dark brown hair had been pinned up in an intricate fashion. She wore no make-up, but that’s okay. She doesn’t need it. She’s beautuful just the way she is. We both smile.
“Are you ready to leave?” I asked, straightening out my own black gown.
“Yes,” she said. “I hope your prom is better than the one my school had.”
I take her hand and we walk out the door.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.11.2011 @ 4:00 pm
The soft moonlight is beckoning for her to move forward, down the vacant midnight streets. The hot summer air sticks to her skin, but she couldn’t care less. She just needs out. Out of that house. Out of the way. Out of her life. Out of her mind. She needs out.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.10.2011 @ 12:36 pm
The view from the bay window was the same as always, except somehow different. I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe it was the snow, or the fallen branches. Or possibly the lack of cars, and people. It’s late, nobody’s around. The streetlights turned everything orange, and I can’t tell you how, but something is different.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.09.2011 @ 2:58 pm
Platinum hair came into view above the shelves in the library. I smile to myself. He was never quite tall enough, it seemed, but he towered over me. Quinn walked toward me, a grin breaking out as he saw me sitting at the table I’d saved for us.
“Hey, Xander,” he said.
My heart beat sped up in my chest. “Hey, Quinn.”
Quinn kisses the top of my head playfully as he sits down. He then tells me all about his day, which was apparently amazing.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.07.2011 @ 4:50 pm
He’d left. And I always thought it was permanent. He was one of the only male figures in my life that I thought would remain constant, unlike my father. But then he left. But it wasn’t permanent. Two years later, he returned and everything was okay again. We were best friends again.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.06.2011 @ 3:27 pm
Darling, you don’t deserve to be treated that way. You shouldn’t be ignored. You shouldn’t be forgotten. If it’s any consolation, i haven’t stopped thinking about you since you moved away, and I can’t wait to see you this Christmas. I want to be with you as much as possible in the two weeks you’re staying in this crappy town. I love you more than I probably should, but i have a feeling you already know this.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.05.2011 @ 2:27 pm
Walking into the room, i realized that this wasn’t going to be like any other home. Nothing matched. The furniture was all different from one another and the carpets were stained. The thing is though is that it all looked okay together. It was kind of a reflection of this old lady’s mind. But the one thing that really stood out to me was the slightly creepy dalmation statue in the middle of the room. What an odd centerpiece to have. And oh, so stereotypical. The strange old lady with the creepy dalmation statue in her living room? This kind of things usually only comes up in old paperback novels.Posted By Kasey Nicole On 12.04.2011 @ 1:48 pm