Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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[FOUR]
Shropee left the room, going upstairs to file Verona's paperwork that Ethan and his friend gave her and told her about. Tabra and I stayed where we were, up against the wall, Jerek sat by the bed, looking at Verona. Her bruised face, her stitches and scars that would soon fade blotched her face, making her look like something that came out of a halloween catalog. But the difference was, it wasn't fake, she was in a hospital bed, and she was unconcious.
"Does Shropee know what to do?" I asked and Jerek nodded.
"Yes. She knows exactly what to do. Don't worry." Jerek answered, and I was about to say 'But I'm not the one who's worrying here, you are.' But I kept my mouth shut tight.
"C'mon." Tabra whispered in my ear. "Let's go."
"Okay." I said, and we left the room, and Jerek didn't even notice.
We went upstairs, and went to Jerek's room. We closed the door, and sat on the bed.
"So, can you tell me yet?" Tabra asked.
I hesitated, and looked at him, crossing my fingers in my lap. "I guess I can." I answered, and he grinned.
"So, what is it?" He was very curious, and that is what bugged me.
"Keep this to yourself, okay?" I said, and he nodded.
I knew I had to tell him because of the Olivia thing, but right now, at the last minute, I couldn't get the words past my lips. I was a bit terrified to see his reaction, even if it was a smile of joy for me. Or if he was angry. I don't know if I can bear the look. Should I tell him? Should I not tell him? What should I do? And if I do tell him, how will he react?
'Well,' I thought. 'You shouldn't care what other people think of what you do, unless it's like killing someone. But what you did last night with Jerek isn't anything you should be afraid to tell people, and you shouldn't bottle it up inside or other people might find out, even those you don't wish to know.'
"Just do it, Cyd." I muttered, and closed my eyes. "Last night, Jerek and I had sex."
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
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[FOUR]
Shropee left the room, going upstairs to file Verona's paperwork that Ethan and his friend gave her and told her about. Tabra and I stayed where we were, up against the wall, Jerek sat by the bed, looking at Verona. Her bruised face, her stitches and scars that would soon fade blotched her face, making her look like something that came out of a halloween catalog. But the difference was, it wasn't fake, she was in a hospital bed, and she was unconcious.
"Does Shropee know what to do?" I asked and Jerek nodded.
"Yes. She knows exactly what to do. Don't worry." Jerek answered, and I was about to say 'But I'm not the one who's worrying here, you are.' But I kept my mouth shut tight.
"C'mon." Tabra whispered in my ear. "Let's go."
"Okay." I said, and we left the room, and Jerek didn't even notice.
We went upstairs, and went to Jerek's room. We closed the door, and sat on the bed.
"So, can you tell me yet?" Tabra asked.
I hesitated, and looked at him, crossing my fingers in my lap. "I guess I can." I answered, and he grinned.
"So, what is it?" He was very curious, and that is what bugged me.
"Keep this to yourself, okay?" I said, and he nodded.
I knew I had to tell him because of the Olivia thing, but right now, at the last minute, I couldn't get the words past my lips. I was a bit terrified to see his reaction, even if it was a smile of joy for me. Or if he was angry. I don't know if I can bear the look. Should I tell him? Should I not tell him? What should I do? And if I do tell him, how will he react?
'Well,' I thought. 'You shouldn't care what other people think of what you do, unless it's like killing someone. But what you did last night with Jerek isn't anything you should be afraid to tell people, and you shouldn't bottle it up inside or other people might find out, even those you don't wish to know.'
"Just do it, Cyd." I muttered, and closed my eyes. "Last night, Jerek and I had sex."
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell