The lingering light was obliterated por the rapidly falling night. The once salmão and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the moon. The faint wind brushed against the water's surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the trees overlapping one another. I am running away from my killer. My parents’ killer. The one person who's been following me and targeting me my whole life.
I haven't needed to run away, until my parents were murdered in front of me. I remember being tied to a chair, I was so young. My life was shattered when their piercing screams being cut off por the sound of them choking on their own blood. Their screams only memories of what my past was like. I know that killer is hiding out in the open world.
Distance is all that matters. I am not stopping for anything and I'm sure as hell wasn't taking a break because it's night. I'm tired and all but I can't stop. This is the best time of dia to cover some distance. I wear pure black which helps blend in with my surroundings of the night. I own no GPS so I hardly know where I am. All I know is that I'm walking around the path of a lake, following the tracks that lead away from where I've been. The sound of the night plays, repeating itself. I begin to lose hope, I'm hungry and my feet hurt. In that instant I hear the sudden sound of the trees rustling. I run off the path and stand up seguinte to a tree.
I stand still, I avoid panicking which isn't working so well because I am stressing out. Even if I had been paying attention I would have noticed a shadow moving in the distance. It wasn't the time to scream so I bite my tongue. The shadow approaches me, I feel like my life is about to flash in front of me. I snap out of that and reach for my pocket knife. Like that will be useful against a fully trained assassin.
The shadow continues to close in on me, it walks into the bushes where it is out of my sight. I place my back against the cold wood of the tree. I am only sixteen and I am not willing to give up my life yet. Silence; it scares me mais than the feeling that the assassin is watching me. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike when I least expect it. I try to mover but my legs are glued to the floor, my coração pounding, fingers trembling around the grip of the knife. My grip loosening but I tense my hand so I don't let go. I listen carefully to the sounds around me, I hear footsteps.
They sound like their coming closer. I see the shadow once again. I wait for the shadow to come close to me, it walks out of the shadows. I count to five, it feels so close that I could just stab it without needing to mover my Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante legs. I rush towards the shadow when I collapse to the floor. My arm stings and feels wet. I think I'm bleeding but I hold in tears.
I try to maintain my anger for when I have a chance to stab this bitch. I am being picked up, choking with the feeling of a strong grip around my throat. I am pushed up to a tree. Gasping for air, I claw as the hand. Lashing and scratching the hand hoping for it to let go, it isn't working. I kick and squirm feeling like I won't be able to hold on to life any longer. My breaths become short as I feel metal scrape across my flesh. I have no feeling of the pocket knife, I must have dropped it when I hit the hard solid Earth. The grip tightens and my eyes feel as if they're about to fall out of their sockets. The grip is suddenly released.
The shadow falls to my feet and I collapse to the floor sucking in as much air as I got. The pain hurts causing my breathing to be affected. I lie down on the floor relaxing. My neck is too fragile to move...
How was this? Do you think it was good?
I haven't needed to run away, until my parents were murdered in front of me. I remember being tied to a chair, I was so young. My life was shattered when their piercing screams being cut off por the sound of them choking on their own blood. Their screams only memories of what my past was like. I know that killer is hiding out in the open world.
Distance is all that matters. I am not stopping for anything and I'm sure as hell wasn't taking a break because it's night. I'm tired and all but I can't stop. This is the best time of dia to cover some distance. I wear pure black which helps blend in with my surroundings of the night. I own no GPS so I hardly know where I am. All I know is that I'm walking around the path of a lake, following the tracks that lead away from where I've been. The sound of the night plays, repeating itself. I begin to lose hope, I'm hungry and my feet hurt. In that instant I hear the sudden sound of the trees rustling. I run off the path and stand up seguinte to a tree.
I stand still, I avoid panicking which isn't working so well because I am stressing out. Even if I had been paying attention I would have noticed a shadow moving in the distance. It wasn't the time to scream so I bite my tongue. The shadow approaches me, I feel like my life is about to flash in front of me. I snap out of that and reach for my pocket knife. Like that will be useful against a fully trained assassin.
The shadow continues to close in on me, it walks into the bushes where it is out of my sight. I place my back against the cold wood of the tree. I am only sixteen and I am not willing to give up my life yet. Silence; it scares me mais than the feeling that the assassin is watching me. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike when I least expect it. I try to mover but my legs are glued to the floor, my coração pounding, fingers trembling around the grip of the knife. My grip loosening but I tense my hand so I don't let go. I listen carefully to the sounds around me, I hear footsteps.
They sound like their coming closer. I see the shadow once again. I wait for the shadow to come close to me, it walks out of the shadows. I count to five, it feels so close that I could just stab it without needing to mover my Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante legs. I rush towards the shadow when I collapse to the floor. My arm stings and feels wet. I think I'm bleeding but I hold in tears.
I try to maintain my anger for when I have a chance to stab this bitch. I am being picked up, choking with the feeling of a strong grip around my throat. I am pushed up to a tree. Gasping for air, I claw as the hand. Lashing and scratching the hand hoping for it to let go, it isn't working. I kick and squirm feeling like I won't be able to hold on to life any longer. My breaths become short as I feel metal scrape across my flesh. I have no feeling of the pocket knife, I must have dropped it when I hit the hard solid Earth. The grip tightens and my eyes feel as if they're about to fall out of their sockets. The grip is suddenly released.
The shadow falls to my feet and I collapse to the floor sucking in as much air as I got. The pain hurts causing my breathing to be affected. I lie down on the floor relaxing. My neck is too fragile to move...
How was this? Do you think it was good?
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The dia we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The dia we amor too much to kill
The dia others' pain is our pain
The dia we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The dia we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The dia we amor too much to kill
The dia others' pain is our pain
The dia we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our laranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two laranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the laranja field in the sky
You always said was there.
The laranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone laranja in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now laranja is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
laranja will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever laranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our laranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two laranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the laranja field in the sky
You always said was there.
The laranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone laranja in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now laranja is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
laranja will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever laranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.