Xyris.
Sometimes all you can do is think about happy times in your life. What if wonderful things in your life don't exist? Everyday is filled with dreading hate and sarrow. What if you can't? It's just too strong with feelings to think about anything else.I've had this happen to me lots of times. Fear, pain, or love always taking over. Too deep to think about other things. Heartbroken we get on with life , thinking today is a new day? Nothing is ever new, the same life everyday. Some people deny this...but we remember the things we have for the rest of our lives. I've felt like everything is perfect and somehow all goes downhill. My life is just like that. Fate, I guess. God directs my life, making all my turns in life. He made me like I am to make right decisions. Either way, he made me a horrible person. He made all of us our own person, either drug addicts or doctors. We are us...and my Savior loves me because I'm me. If you think bad of me, some people don't. I don't give a damn what you think.
I ran as fast as I could, breathing heavily. A figure reached for my jacket , gripping it. He pulled me back and threw me into a truck that suddenly had appeared, terrified I tried to scream but no sound would come out. He taped my mouth shut even though I seemed mute , he tied my arms aand legs up. "Say a word and I kill you," He said, softly...too softly. My eyes looked even more fearful. It had overtaken me and I scrambled around trying to untie myself. He sighed and slid his gun out, "You've made a mistake m'dear," I woke up then, sitting up....my breathing was rapid. "Ugghhh," I mumbled and layed back down.
"damnit," my sisters voice flooded my ears as she deliberately stomped past my doorway. I really didn't feel like waking , because this blanket was so cozy and warm. Milly, then brushed her teeth with Colgate Total , fidgeting with the tube. My eyes fixed on her , I slung my legs over the side of the bed. Milly picked up her toothbrush and scrubbed her teeth, angrily. I headed for the bathroom , passing my parent's room. " Xyris, hon. " my mother said. " Hmmm? " I asked her what she wanted, my lips pressed together. "I love you..." my mother said , softly. "Mommy," I said, slowly. My mother always knew how to bring out the child in me. Almost always , but it seemed that it didn't work on Milly, who was the same age as me. Milly had brunette hair with pretty violet eyes. "I love ya, too." I walked into the bathroom, my sister still scrubbing. "Ethan dumped me," she said, spitting into the sink. Her eyes were red, you could tell she'd been crying most of the night. "..." I wasn't sure what to say. "Sorry?" I replied. I'd known how much she'd loved him. " For this RockRidge girl," She went on. "Oh, that b*tch!" she wailed and burst into salty tears. She held me tightly, my shoulder wet from the liquid coming from her eyes. Crying had been forgein to me lately, everyone had been good. My sister had been lovestruck, me crushing on and dazzled by this boy. It was perfect, I reached my hand out...slowly and wiped away her hate and pain. That just made her grip my clothes tighter.
I walked back into my room after my crying sister of a person ran into her room. I pulled on some jean shorts and a orange tanktop. I smoothed my shirt out and grabbed my brush. The bristles ran through my hair, ripping knots out as they did. I grabbed an orange ponytail and put my hair in a bun. My head shot up as I saw my baby sister walk towards me. "I'm hungwy," Regina whined. "Errr," I said. There was a restuarant close by. "So am I, baby. We're gonna go get something to eat. " I carried her down the stairs, because she weighed very little. I left my jacket off, because it was really hot out. My eyes weren't adjusting to the sun well, as I held my sisters hand walking toward a fancy restaurant. When we arrived, we sat down and the waiter took our orders. "Waffles, with whipcream and strawberries and she wants pancakes with syrup.." I replied. Regina smiled. " Thwanks sissy," she said. " Can we go to the parrrkkk? " I knew a lot of people maybe they were there , but again I wasn't very sociable. "Sure," I grumbled. I paid and we walked to the park with the swingsets and slides. I just sat on the bench while my 3yearold sister played.
Tis be my example.