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flee

I woke gasping. My eyes were looking at my surroundings immediately. It was a pristine white room. It was beautiful, but my mind was more busy figuring out where I was than noticing the beauty of the room. I took a deep breath and collected my thoughts. My eyes moved to the door before I could stop them. I jumped out of the bed I realized I was sitting in, which was very comfortable. I ran to the door on the ball of my feet not making a sound. I reached for the doorknob. "I wouldn't do that I were you", a voice from the far of the room said. I wore a startled look on my face and jumped at the voice. The figure came forward and stepped into the light. It was the same man who attacked Davin. I studied his face. His dark blue eyes showed no emotion, but his handsome teenage face portrayed someone who was playing a game. His hair was cut the same way as Russel, only man made it look professional even though it was black as night. He was walking slowly towards me. My hand crept to the door handle and I turned it quickly. The door opened an inch before it was slammed shut by the man. My eyes moved to the hand on the door. My eyes trailed over the muscular arm until I reached his shoulder. My eyes moved quick to his face. Our faces were about a foot apart. I stared into his eyes. The room suddenly felt cold. I shivered. The man smiled. The smile was more a smirk and he flashed brightly white teeth. I slowly backed up towards the bed, keeping my eyes locked with his. He took his hand off the door and walked forward. My heart quickened and I turned and dashed to the bed. Instead of laying down, I tucked my head in and rolled over the bed with my feet landing on the other side with a loud slap. I stood up with my head down and noticed I was wearing a silk pajama dress. My focus returned to the man.

sweep

I sweep up the ashes of the hearth. Wishing one day like Cinderella my prince will come

roof

I look out over the neighborhood. I see the little girl who lives on Third Avenue, playing with her new poodle puppy. I turn my head and Miranda with her boyfriend. They are saying good bye to each other. He gives her a quick kiss, them climbs into his car and leaves. Miranda walks back into the house smiling. I giggle see her happiness. I move my stare to the lady across the street glaring at me. I wave down to her, and she shakes her head. She turns back to her house. I smile, knowing I must look silly. I hear crying from behind the house. I shift my gaze and see Melissa, Miranda's friend. The back door opens and Miranda rushes out. My attention tears away, when I realise I'm eavesdropping. I walk to the edge an dclimb down the ladder. I look bcak at the ladder and yearn to be on the roof again. I love the feeling of seeing everything.

both

We stared into each others eyes for we both knew. We knew, but neither had the heart to say. "I love you", I whispered so only he would hear. His eyes shone with love and pride. We both may be moments from death, but at least we were together. "I love you too", he said and was rewarded with a knee to the stomach. I gasped in horror as he doubled over. I leaned over him in protection, although my hands were tied behind my back. Iwas given the same treatment and sucked in my breath from the blow. I laid in pain beside him. I saw his face. Coated with grim and dirt, he was grimacing until he noticed the similar look on my face. He smiled bravely for me. I smiled weakly back. The guards pulled us up and dragged us to the shooting post. A rope was pulled tightly around my stomach and waist, securing me to the would. I looked to my left and saw the same thing with my true love. We both smiled at each other, because we knew we would both see the other in heaven. My eyes moisted and a single tear fell. I looked to him with wet, compassionate eyes. He gave me a look that said it all. He loved me. I loved him. We both loved each other. The captain guard gave the sgnal to shoot and I closed my eyes before I could witness the massacre. I counted down from five with the guard awaiting the time when his hand would fall and the bullets would fly. I counted the last seconds of my life. Both me and my love whispered the enchantment that brought hope to our hearts. "See you soon." The guard's hand fell.

local

Looking back now, I see the hostile glares. I remember the evil tone creeping into the voices of the locals. I remember how every inn turned me away. But silly me thought it was because of the holidays. The nerve of some people! I don't know why it was that they hated me so. To this day I stare at them and wonder,"What did I do? What did I do to make you hate me?" Slowly, I recollect all the events. I'm still missing pieces of the puzzle. The pieces I have are a kind, old woman inviting me inside; the lights turning off and me falling fast asleep; the shriek of someone quite frighten; a sole candle accompanied by the glimmer of a knife and darkness. I remember cold darkness. Then the darkness seeps away and warmth floods my every sense. What I know and am most certain of is; I WAS MURDERED.

hall

It was a roadway to darkness. I was surrounded by its cold and bleakness. The hallway stopped abruptedly. I put my hand on the doorknob and was shocked by its touch. It was so cold it caused my hand to turn red. I clutched my hand in pain. I glanced backward and saw endless night-like sky, only it lacked the dazzling stars that twinkled so beautifully. I took a deep breath and braved myself to grasp the doorknob. I reached out for it ,and it felt more warm. I turned the knb with great effort and pushed the door with a mighty shove. My eyes were blinded with a magnificent white light. I closed my eyes in pain. I stepped forward away from the drearyhallway and deeper into the light. with my eyes still closed, I creep slowly forward. I heard the door slam shut behind me and knew immediately that I wasn't alone.

arts

"You have disgraced the arts with your presence! Leave at once!" Said the stage director. "How dare you!" Iyelled in a apalled tone. I circled the stage director. "How dare you acuse me of such things. My grandfather would never stand for this". I took a deep breath calming my anger. "I own this stage and not just with my talent. I have seen my grandfather's will. I disgraced the arts..." i stopped to breathe again. I turned to the gathering crowd. "My grandfather William Shakespeare, himself, would not stand for this betrayal", i said with fury rising in my voice. "If there is one decent actor or actress in this theater please step forward and follow me. Those of you who refuse to stand with this witch" i say pointing to the stage director," step forward and stand with me". Nobody moved. Nobody even twitched. The stage director walked to me. "Leave now", she said in a mocking voice. I set me shoulders back amd lifted my head. "You all disgrace the arts", i said in a solemly voice. I walked down the stage steps and through the door without so much as glancing back.

Somebody. Anybody. Everybody. I need help. I'm drowning in a sea of hate and lies. Somebody, anybody, everybody, please help me. Please, pull up. I'm going under. The evil water is seepimg into my lungs. Darkness is overcoming me. Help! Please! Somebody. Anybody. Everybody. I need help.

I ground the healing root into a bowl of water, releasing its healing juices. After 5 minutes of nonstop arm movement, I pour the mixture into a cup and heat it over the fire. When the mixture is at a boil I bring it to the old man of the tree to drink, hoping it brings the color back to his cheeks.

use

I'm a plastic bottle. You drink the water out of me over and over again. You fill me up just to drain. You use me and when your done, you throw me away. Like common trash you throw me away. Like I trully am nothing more than a plastic bottle, you throw me away. You may not notice, you may not see me dieing inside everytime you drain me, but I still hurt. I hurt when you use me then throw me away like I meant nothing. Like I meant nothing to you. I'm a plastic bottle, and I'm empty inside.

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