eighteen inches

Name

eighteen inches

Age

30

Gender

Female

Location

United States

Joined date

December 28th, 2006

About

HIT THE LIGHTS

Imagine: Lights are off in the smallest closet of the entire house and by flashlight a five year old kid is reading, hair in a slightly lopsided pony tail, the cargo shorts she took from her brother are almost falling off, and a large Lion King bandaid covers a scratch and bruise from the lastaccident. Suddenly someone knocks on the door and she gasps because she just knows it's her brother coming to beat her up again.

WE'RE GOING DOWN

Imagine: Years later...still the samekid trying to smile and laugh like nothing's wrong. Playing the part ofdaughter,friend,sister perfectly, she sits in class and waits for a question no one else knows so she can raise her hand from theback. Clothes are a little cooler, hair a little more feminine, mind a little more mature. Doesn't take much while friends are around; easier to beherself invisible. At home she locks herself away, finds solace in music and writing, but no one would everknow.

I SWEAR, YOU'RE JUST IN TIME

Lying through gritted teeth; Everything's fine, I'm fine, We're all just... fine. But in the end she just wants to go home and wait for her brother to stumble through the door, arms laden with half emptybottles that she can later steal andfinish off. Wishing for the blade, now, to erase all this pain. But she's clean now, remember that, becauseGod knows she won't. Drown herself in obscure lyrics, wants to pretend whoever's singing them really and truly understands; just wants someone to fix her. Save her.
Lies
______________________Miss Miranda; by Smashed Pumpkin. Read