Ok so it seems my other fic young days didnt go over too well so I am going to let you guys choose between this one and "Young Days" Please read all the way though and remember "Everything is not what it seams"Tell me what you think.... (:
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There was Wilson laying on the ground his face looked so peaceful....looking at him i knew he was dead....House came up behind me and I involentary screamed. His had was heavy on my shoulder.
"What did he die from?" He asked me because looking at the body(Which he was dressed in old clothes) There was no blood no bruises he just dropped dead.
"I dont know...." I told him when i said that Chase,Forman, Thirteen, Taub and Cameron all walked up and stood next to me.
Then all of a sudden the lights went out a lightning flashed and when it did we saw Wilsons body was gone. Cameron screamed....
"Welcome to the game." A deep creepy voice said loudly.
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There was Wilson laying on the ground his face looked so peaceful....looking at him i knew he was dead....House came up behind me and I involentary screamed. His had was heavy on my shoulder.
"What did he die from?" He asked me because looking at the body(Which he was dressed in old clothes) There was no blood no bruises he just dropped dead.
"I dont know...." I told him when i said that Chase,Forman, Thirteen, Taub and Cameron all walked up and stood next to me.
Then all of a sudden the lights went out a lightning flashed and when it did we saw Wilsons body was gone. Cameron screamed....
"Welcome to the game." A deep creepy voice said loudly.
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.