Peter
After that argument everything changes. She’s always in my mind, always. Maybe she really was right I mean what she a dit about things getting better makes sense even if it’s hard to. Life is hard, she was right. I mean Carl and Anne aren’t so bad. Having the other kids in the house isn’t that bad either. I just can’t get Kristen out of my head, she reached out to me and cared when no one else did, because of her I don’t feel like I’m losing it all the time. Every time I see her at school I hide behind the crowds, I’ll admit I’m ashamed of hiding but I don’t want to face her.
I’m walking through the along this path through the woods that connects these two neighborhoods (its one of my favori things about Carl and Anne’s home) one evening. I was getting ready to turn around and head accueil when I heard someone crying. There’s a log about 10 feet off the path and she’s sitting there sobbing. I know it’s her, Kristen, because of the way her beautiful blonde hair shines in the moonlight. Her whole body shakes as she cries. I walk slowly up behind her and sit suivant to her; she hardly notices ou seems to care. I almost speak when she lays her head on my shoulder and sobs some more. I want to comfort her so I stroke her hair it’s all I can really do. Finally I look down at her face and there are some small bruises on her cheeks. I want to ask her something when she speaks up, this will be our seconde time speaking and its kind of an awkward situation.
Kristen
It’s so weird he found me here considering he’s the one I wanted to see, I wanted to tell him I lied, life doesn’t improve it only gets worse. My mom had some tests and the baby is going to be autistic, an autistic baby girl. Jim gets beating my face as if trying not to hide it, he hits harder too. I want out but that’s so selfish with a baby on the way, I need to protect her. Stacy, that’s what I’ve been calling her secretly. Tonight it all seems to crash down on me and I run from accueil and end up sitting on a log sobbing. That’s when he shows up. I must look so bad, and I don’t help anything par leaning on his shoulder and crying more. He doesn’t push me away and I don’t know why.
“Peter, I lied.”
“About what?” he asks.
“Life doesn’t get better…” I have to bite my lip from saying plus even though I have nothing else to say.
“Sooner ou later it does, it might not always seem so but if toi try you’ll make it through this.” His eyes still aren’t that midnight blue that twinkles but there not that depressing grey anymore either.
“You look better,” I change the subject before I can blurt out the whole story.
“I was having a hard time too” he practically whispers
The suivant thing I knew I was blurting out the whole story, I had never shared that with anybody, not even James. Then I started begging him not to call social services.
“I should” he says
“Please, I have to protect Stacy, please please please don’t!” I plead.
“Stacy?” he asks
“The baby, my mom’s baby, I’ve got to protect her.” Because I do, it’s up to me since my mom is so blinded.
“They’ll help her too” Peter holds his ground.
“I’m afraid to leave,” I don’t know why I’m so scared and why I a dit it but it’s the truth.
“I should probably admit that I had no idea that your life was so complicated I thought toi where just another rich girl, everything perfect.” Peter’s eyes have disbelief written all over them.
“What about you, what’s the deal with you?” he seemed caught off card par the question, but I was going to get my answer.
“Well, my parents were never accueil always off gambling, then one jour my mom was accueil so I went to our neighbors and when I came back she was passed out and my 10 an old sister was dead on the couch, strangled. When the police showed up, I was so numb. I didn’t care about anything. Then after the court case when, my mom was put in jail from murder and my dad from possession of illegal drugs, I got put in foster homes. It was horrible, I was only 14 then. All the foster parents kept telling me to call them mom ou dad, ou they where trying to be my best friend before I even knew what they’re house looked like. Then I get sent to Janie’s house and I got better, she really seemed like my mom. But my social worker Mrs. Martha decided that I need to branch out, she was just so bitter, she is so bitter!” he stopped to breathe for a second. “Now I’m with Carl and Anne and a bunch of other kids. I had just been moved a week before we spoke. I felt like I had Janie taken away from me just like my sister, my sister’s name was Casey.”
Wow I had no idea he had such a history. “Peter, I don’t want to be put in foster care. I want to stay at home.”
He a dit that he didn’t know why I wanted to stay so bad but decided in the end that I shouldn’t have to be moved forcefully. He also decided that if I wasn’t leaving he wasn’t and just like that he was a permanent part of my life….not that that’s a problem.
After that argument everything changes. She’s always in my mind, always. Maybe she really was right I mean what she a dit about things getting better makes sense even if it’s hard to. Life is hard, she was right. I mean Carl and Anne aren’t so bad. Having the other kids in the house isn’t that bad either. I just can’t get Kristen out of my head, she reached out to me and cared when no one else did, because of her I don’t feel like I’m losing it all the time. Every time I see her at school I hide behind the crowds, I’ll admit I’m ashamed of hiding but I don’t want to face her.
I’m walking through the along this path through the woods that connects these two neighborhoods (its one of my favori things about Carl and Anne’s home) one evening. I was getting ready to turn around and head accueil when I heard someone crying. There’s a log about 10 feet off the path and she’s sitting there sobbing. I know it’s her, Kristen, because of the way her beautiful blonde hair shines in the moonlight. Her whole body shakes as she cries. I walk slowly up behind her and sit suivant to her; she hardly notices ou seems to care. I almost speak when she lays her head on my shoulder and sobs some more. I want to comfort her so I stroke her hair it’s all I can really do. Finally I look down at her face and there are some small bruises on her cheeks. I want to ask her something when she speaks up, this will be our seconde time speaking and its kind of an awkward situation.
Kristen
It’s so weird he found me here considering he’s the one I wanted to see, I wanted to tell him I lied, life doesn’t improve it only gets worse. My mom had some tests and the baby is going to be autistic, an autistic baby girl. Jim gets beating my face as if trying not to hide it, he hits harder too. I want out but that’s so selfish with a baby on the way, I need to protect her. Stacy, that’s what I’ve been calling her secretly. Tonight it all seems to crash down on me and I run from accueil and end up sitting on a log sobbing. That’s when he shows up. I must look so bad, and I don’t help anything par leaning on his shoulder and crying more. He doesn’t push me away and I don’t know why.
“Peter, I lied.”
“About what?” he asks.
“Life doesn’t get better…” I have to bite my lip from saying plus even though I have nothing else to say.
“Sooner ou later it does, it might not always seem so but if toi try you’ll make it through this.” His eyes still aren’t that midnight blue that twinkles but there not that depressing grey anymore either.
“You look better,” I change the subject before I can blurt out the whole story.
“I was having a hard time too” he practically whispers
The suivant thing I knew I was blurting out the whole story, I had never shared that with anybody, not even James. Then I started begging him not to call social services.
“I should” he says
“Please, I have to protect Stacy, please please please don’t!” I plead.
“Stacy?” he asks
“The baby, my mom’s baby, I’ve got to protect her.” Because I do, it’s up to me since my mom is so blinded.
“They’ll help her too” Peter holds his ground.
“I’m afraid to leave,” I don’t know why I’m so scared and why I a dit it but it’s the truth.
“I should probably admit that I had no idea that your life was so complicated I thought toi where just another rich girl, everything perfect.” Peter’s eyes have disbelief written all over them.
“What about you, what’s the deal with you?” he seemed caught off card par the question, but I was going to get my answer.
“Well, my parents were never accueil always off gambling, then one jour my mom was accueil so I went to our neighbors and when I came back she was passed out and my 10 an old sister was dead on the couch, strangled. When the police showed up, I was so numb. I didn’t care about anything. Then after the court case when, my mom was put in jail from murder and my dad from possession of illegal drugs, I got put in foster homes. It was horrible, I was only 14 then. All the foster parents kept telling me to call them mom ou dad, ou they where trying to be my best friend before I even knew what they’re house looked like. Then I get sent to Janie’s house and I got better, she really seemed like my mom. But my social worker Mrs. Martha decided that I need to branch out, she was just so bitter, she is so bitter!” he stopped to breathe for a second. “Now I’m with Carl and Anne and a bunch of other kids. I had just been moved a week before we spoke. I felt like I had Janie taken away from me just like my sister, my sister’s name was Casey.”
Wow I had no idea he had such a history. “Peter, I don’t want to be put in foster care. I want to stay at home.”
He a dit that he didn’t know why I wanted to stay so bad but decided in the end that I shouldn’t have to be moved forcefully. He also decided that if I wasn’t leaving he wasn’t and just like that he was a permanent part of my life….not that that’s a problem.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood par me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To montrer them that...
Their work was useful.
To montrer them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to montrer all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood par me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To montrer them that...
Their work was useful.
To montrer them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to montrer all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
toi can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But toi and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though toi are not with me,
I can feel toi with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That toi are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
toi are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
toi can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But toi and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though toi are not with me,
I can feel toi with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That toi are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
toi are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of toi may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
ou even my worst enemies.
This an I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
ou even my worst enemies.
This an I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 livres I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually lire it!!!One jour i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
friends stick by you
par AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but toi are always there
in her way.
toi scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
toi laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick par my friends. Help stop bullying!
pheonix
Me & Alyssa three days before she was kidnapped. Alyssa is the one on the bottom.
