A/N: Please read Chapter 1 before moving ahead to this chapter. Thanks.
After I finished up writing my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick fur and meat. I spot a plump turkey. You don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened knife in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head home to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her maple chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the maple is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I fire another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the trunk of the tree I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do you want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into you again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do you need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an arrow at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the arrow out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do you mind catching dinner for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, showing evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like you catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did you dare call me?"
After I finished up writing my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick fur and meat. I spot a plump turkey. You don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened knife in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head home to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her maple chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the maple is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I fire another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the trunk of the tree I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do you want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into you again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do you need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an arrow at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the arrow out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do you mind catching dinner for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, showing evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like you catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did you dare call me?"
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.
I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.
I ate food and drink, but I still craved for more.
I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.
I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.
I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.
I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.
I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.
I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.
I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.
I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the next day.
I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.
I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.
I closed my eyes, to see the light.
...to thus being born again...
I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.
I ate food and drink, but I still craved for more.
I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.
I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.
I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.
I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.
I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.
I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.
I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.
I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the next day.
I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.
I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.
I closed my eyes, to see the light.
...to thus being born again...
umm hey guys sorry i have not posted anything in so long I got major writing block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone
