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Chapter 11
Those days and those nights
I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful por just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
So far since I’ve woken up in this hospital visions and all kinds of things bombard me. Like when I closed for my eyes to rest, I was standing in the rua watching this poor kid get beaten up because he went for a different team.
Or a group of teenagers get hit por a bus because the bus driver was drunk. Or something else horrible, and sometimes I’m the victim, I feel there pain and fear and what they went through. It’s draining.
I rub my eyes a couple of times, and try to relax. My emotions are on overdrive because of the stress and damage done to me lately. Plus, the doctors told me there going to keep me for three days, to check if there’s anything wrong.
Dad’s not happy about that, I could hear his shouting from the phone miles away. And mom? I don’t know, but something tells me she’s just as angry as dad. My parents are not the only ones, Jess, being the stubborn head girl that I love, refused to leave me side after she heard the news. It’s been at least two days, and I have one mais left here, and during that time Jess managed to sneak in and skip school for the day.
But somehow her parents found out, and now she’s locked up in her room. Though her parents have visited me and gave me this laptop to communicate with Jess over an online face chatting thingy, I amor Jess’s parents, there way to cool.
Cadence visited me to, it wasn’t the least bit of awkward from yesterday, but we didn’t talk about it.
So far things are going fine, but soon it won’t be, we still have the fact that Dorothy indeed was a part of that gang, and that wasn’t the only prank they did. Her killer’s still out there, I can feel it, I just don’t know who and where they are. But the mais visions of my sister’s life I get, the mais I’m close to finding the answer.
I breathe deeply and try to think of a happy time, a time where nothing was wrong. I remember going through our family photos, it was a tradition of ours to go take a professional picture of the family. I’ve never thought it stupid, and it gave a reason for Dorothy to shop.
We’d always have a theme, sometimes we’d where matching outfits, and others we’d dress up in some short of a fashion, like one time we all where dressed up in those boarding school uniforms, and the other we were dressed approximately for the beach.
Those we always fun, it was the one time where things seemed peaceful between us. But then things started getting tense, mom and dad’s fighting became mais frequent and heated, Dorothy started to distance away from all of us (which I assume is where she met those pranksters). The house started feeling mais crowded, Dorothy was gone almost every night, returning in the middle of midnight, mom sometimes went to the bar, and dad volunteered for extra work.
And I was all alone.
Which I’ve been accustomed to get used to.
Chapter 11
Those days and those nights
I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful por just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
So far since I’ve woken up in this hospital visions and all kinds of things bombard me. Like when I closed for my eyes to rest, I was standing in the rua watching this poor kid get beaten up because he went for a different team.
Or a group of teenagers get hit por a bus because the bus driver was drunk. Or something else horrible, and sometimes I’m the victim, I feel there pain and fear and what they went through. It’s draining.
I rub my eyes a couple of times, and try to relax. My emotions are on overdrive because of the stress and damage done to me lately. Plus, the doctors told me there going to keep me for three days, to check if there’s anything wrong.
Dad’s not happy about that, I could hear his shouting from the phone miles away. And mom? I don’t know, but something tells me she’s just as angry as dad. My parents are not the only ones, Jess, being the stubborn head girl that I love, refused to leave me side after she heard the news. It’s been at least two days, and I have one mais left here, and during that time Jess managed to sneak in and skip school for the day.
But somehow her parents found out, and now she’s locked up in her room. Though her parents have visited me and gave me this laptop to communicate with Jess over an online face chatting thingy, I amor Jess’s parents, there way to cool.
Cadence visited me to, it wasn’t the least bit of awkward from yesterday, but we didn’t talk about it.
So far things are going fine, but soon it won’t be, we still have the fact that Dorothy indeed was a part of that gang, and that wasn’t the only prank they did. Her killer’s still out there, I can feel it, I just don’t know who and where they are. But the mais visions of my sister’s life I get, the mais I’m close to finding the answer.
I breathe deeply and try to think of a happy time, a time where nothing was wrong. I remember going through our family photos, it was a tradition of ours to go take a professional picture of the family. I’ve never thought it stupid, and it gave a reason for Dorothy to shop.
We’d always have a theme, sometimes we’d where matching outfits, and others we’d dress up in some short of a fashion, like one time we all where dressed up in those boarding school uniforms, and the other we were dressed approximately for the beach.
Those we always fun, it was the one time where things seemed peaceful between us. But then things started getting tense, mom and dad’s fighting became mais frequent and heated, Dorothy started to distance away from all of us (which I assume is where she met those pranksters). The house started feeling mais crowded, Dorothy was gone almost every night, returning in the middle of midnight, mom sometimes went to the bar, and dad volunteered for extra work.
And I was all alone.
Which I’ve been accustomed to get used to.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the converse store seguinte door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say ovelha, ovelhas vampiros Rock on them. Yeah, I amor the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with ovelha, ovelhas that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into ovelha, ovelhas vampiros that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of coca-cola left from an ano atrás shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or you shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, or things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if you die from laughter, or possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I amor Harry Potter
Or was it maçã, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I amor Harry Potter
Or was it maçã, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH segundo favorito CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH favorito CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND favorito IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND antro, den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA rosa, -de-rosa YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the coração and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee or loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned or tainted or overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I show signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!