causareamore
Running, it was as if my legs were on fire. Flaming with both speed and pain. I had one thing in sight and one thing only. The tall roof and strong building. It came rushing towards me. Shelter. I was safe.
Then the rain started to fall.
It's like this every day. JUMP! Go Ronnie. Who do they think I am? Do the really think that I'll keep jumping through the same hoop over and over again just for the amusement of other? Hell no. I'm done.
The faint sound of an accordion played in the background, but as I closed my eyes, it became louder and louder. From a whisper to a hum. To a scream. When I opened my eyes everything stopped.
A bench, simple, calm, maybe even bland. But they lead to so many emotions; love, hate, pain, joy. So many things occur on benches, that no one realizes. In parks, bench after bench had names carved into their wood. Telling stories that no one will fully understand. Secrets are held within the soft wood. Secrets of us.
I grabbed the dozen knives that lay carefully on my father's bed. Grabbing them all with one hand I held tight, not even wincing at the pain that stabbed into my hand as the blades cut my palm. I just ran. Ran from my family, ran from my life. I knew that I would never be able to look back, but these knives, these dozen knives were everything.
She stood there, hands by her sides, as if she were a statue. Her fingers stroking her soft silk gown, eyes shining in the light of the crystal lights. One thing was on her mind. Him.