Damaged
I, a major goofball in the 9th grade. I love to sing and do anything that will help me get into college.
I remember the day I had walked into her house without a second thought. I remember the screams, the terror in the house and the akwardness of me being there.
I still remember what I had stumbled upon and am still scared to this day. I am now a 11th grader. But back when she died I was a 9th grader about ready to start my summer classes and maybe graduate in my 11th year.
"Hello?" I asked nervously.
Someone screamed and I got more nervous. I ran up the stairs 2 at a time. I ran to my best friends room and saw a site I never wanted to see.
My best friend dead with a man standing above her almost floating. With a knife in his hand. Blood was everywhere. I tried to scream. I really did but nothing came out. I almost fainted. I just stood there my body not listening to my brain at all. I couldn't think. I couldn't breath.
"Hello. Thought you would be here soon." I heard the man say and I caught his eyes. Full of hatred and deadness. That is what I saw. And then he dissapeared just like that.
I finally bolted from the doorway and into the kitchen. The lines dead... their cell phones dead.
I finally tried mine and got a weak signal.
"Help. help me." I whispered and those were the last words I had spoken in 2 years.
I remember the day I had walked into her house without a second thought. I remember the screams, the terror in the house and the akwardness of me being there.
I still remember what I had stumbled upon and am still scared to this day. I am now a 11th grader. But back when she died I was a 9th grader about ready to start my summer classes and maybe graduate in my 11th year.
"Hello?" I asked nervously.
Someone screamed and I got more nervous. I ran up the stairs 2 at a time. I ran to my best friends room and saw a site I never wanted to see.
My best friend dead with a man standing above her almost floating. With a knife in his hand. Blood was everywhere. I tried to scream. I really did but nothing came out. I almost fainted. I just stood there my body not listening to my brain at all. I couldn't think. I couldn't breath.
"Hello. Thought you would be here soon." I heard the man say and I caught his eyes. Full of hatred and deadness. That is what I saw. And then he dissapeared just like that.
I finally bolted from the doorway and into the kitchen. The lines dead... their cell phones dead.
I finally tried mine and got a weak signal.
"Help. help me." I whispered and those were the last words I had spoken in 2 years.
- Death is overated
- Death is not what it seems
- Death is hurting me
- Death Can kill the living
- Death is haunting me
- Death is destroying me
- Death is a bad thing.
- Death has a way of taking over.
- Death is a meany
- Death Seems to be singleing me out
- Death+me=not a good combo to believe.
- Death just keeps bringing me more surprises.
- Death is cold.
- Death is a stranger
- Death is a horrible thing
- Death can take away the people that you love
- Death holds secrets inside
- Death has no answer
- Death holds secrets within...
- Death Holds me Prisoner
- Death holds me accountable
- Death Is Not Loving
- Death Will Never Go Away