missdaisy
Parasite. Weed. Something that takes life from someone without giving anything in return. That was one way to describe her. It had started off simple enough. She would come by, bat her eyelashes, get whatever she needed and then be gone the next morning without a trace...
Parasite. Weed. Something that takes life from someone without giving anything in return. That was one way to describe her. It had started off simple enough. She would come by, bat her eyelashes, get whatever she needed and then be gone the next morning without a trace.
I used to think that stress was something only mothers felt. After all, the stress of making sure that your children are happy and healthy is a huge burden. That no longer rings true for me. Stress comes in the form of tears and anger, screams and laughter, ect. And it comes to everyone of any age.
The aura the woman held about her was one that screamed "stay away from me". I could immediately tell that she was probably that one kid on the playground who told ghost stories and was caught eating glue under the bleachers.
Once when I was little, I found a dead bird. I knew it was dead because when my brother poked it with a stick, it didn't move. My brother started crying, but I didn't. I never cried much when I was little. No one was really sure why. At first, my mom had thought I was sick, but the doctors told her I was just a serious little girl, serious, but perfectly normal. This was one of the few times that I started crying. My brother had just turned 18, which meant he was eligible for the draft. This time, I cried, but he didn't. He ate his cake and we all faked smiles even though we knew what this birthday meant. At least my mom and dad faked a smile. I couldn't look at either of them.
I told myself over and over again that you have to love someone in order to be happy. But that idea grew stale as I continued to search for happiness. That's when I realized it. You do have to love someone, but it's okay if that person is yourself.
Jenna had always loved space. When she was younger she would stare up at the sky, wondering what could be beyond the inky blackness. She dreamed of being an astronaut or some type of astronomer. But then the war came and space travel for humans was banned. It had been a short war, and a pitiful one at that. Jenna had just been around 7 when it all went down. As her world as she knew it crumbled, so did her dreams of visiting the stars.