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posted by rose12345
 I'm haunted سے طرف کی the memory's i hold
I'm haunted by the memory's i hold
"No, NO"! I was having that dream, the one were my best friend drowned last summer. I was eight years old when I went to summer camp I didn't want to go but my mom کہا that it would be a good experience for me. Mrs. Jackson signed Jamie up, Jamie Jackson was and forever will be my best friend. When it was time to go to camp, we sat on the bus together, A couple of the girls from our school went too. They started to pick on me, and Jamie defended me.Towards the last دن of summer camp the girls dared Me and Jamie to jump into the lake, I backed out, but Jamie took the dare.
"It's the only way, if i do this they'll stop talking about us". I looked at Jamie with tears in my eyes, "Jamie don't do this". She looked back at me and sighed "Fine, lets just go", I could tell that she was mad, but she doesn't like to see anyone cry. Kelly the girl in charge pushed Jamie in,"ha ha ha", she laughed, they walked away."Jamie, Jamie"! I looked around, but it was to late.
When they got to her, she was already dead, i cried they called her mother and we cried together, that was the worst memory, I have ever had, The dream switched. I was ten and I heard yelling from down stairs, "How could آپ cheat on me", came loud and clear from up stairs,I could barely make out what my dad said, but it sounded like, "we...Spend...Time", something broke مزید yelling was going on. The front door slammed, I walked down stairs.

My mom was crying, "Mommy", I کہا she didn't look up, I taped on her shoulder and she looked up, she offered me a smile, "what are آپ doing up sweetie"? I looked at her and gave her a hug, "mom,I love you", I gave her a hug. The dream changed yet aging, to the دن when my baby brother died.
It was a Friday afternoon, and my brother was playing ball in the front yard, I was sopose to be watching him, and on thing lead to another, and his ball ran in to the street, he ran after it, and اگلے thing آپ knew a car came by, "Bry-", i ran out side but I was to late.
I jerked right up, I was breathing hard, those were my worst memory's I turned on my back and screamed into my pillow. I got up and walked to my sisters room, she was sound asleep. I checked on my mom too, the same result. Even my cat, Bubbles was asleep. I went down stairs and looked at the clock, only four hours until time to get up.
There was some movement up stairs and then my mom popped her head out, "Jenny, what are آپ doing up"? I smiled and shock my head, "oh mom آپ know, how much i love to wake up early", it was true i don't like to sleep.
My mom sighed and gave me a hug "oh, Jenny,Jenny, Jenny" I laughed and smiled "oh mom, mom,mom,mom". she rolled her eyes, "Happy birthday Jen, I love you". My mom went up stairs, in case آپ didn't know my name, I'm Jenny Renae Williams.
I am sixteen years old today, I looked in the mirror nothing changed. I still look like the same old Jenny, I still had my big round brown eyes, My big 'ol smile and my frizz blond hair. My alarm rung and I shut it off, after I took my شاور and got dress there was a knock on the door. "someone's in here" i said. NO one answered, "Paige"! I waited a سیکنڈ for Paige's answer and when she did she was in her room, Paige is my sister, we adopted her, she is ten years old, she has سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری blond hair and brown eyes. The knocking stopped and i rolled my eyes, "never mine".
I was just about to wash my face when I heard a faint "help me", I jumped, and almost cried when i saw, well heard were it was coming from. There was a girl curled up in the tub it was full of water. At first I thought it was a dream, but then she کہا it aging "Help me" she said.
I went towards the tub and she turned her face towards me it was Jamie, I gasped, "No, NO"! she looked at me, "help me", I backed up, Jamie looked at me aging, "help me"! "NO, NO your not real"! I yelled, your dead, she looked at me. "Go away", I told her, "Help me", Jamie said, Then she was gone. I ran out the bathroom, right in to Paige , Paige looked at me.
" what's wrong"? she smiled آپ look like آپ seen a ghost, I laughed and then looked at the bathroom did I see a ghost? I went to my room. and there was something in the corner, It was a five سال old boy, "Bryson"! He turned at the sound of his mane, he was bleeding , I looked at him, "help me", he said.
"How"? I cried out, "your dead", I cried, then my mom came in Bryson left. "What's wrong sweetie", she came over and hugged me, I looked at her "I-I just saw B-B-Bryson". I choked on his name, my mom gave a sigh and stood up, "Jamie, don't do this". I blanked, "Wh-what", I couldn't stop shaking she looked at me, "I think your seeing things, maybe from lack of sleep". she was trying to be nice, she was trying not to tell me what she really thinks . "so, mom what your saying is that I'm crazy". My mom looked at me, "w-what, that's not what, I'm saying at all it's just lately آپ haven't been sleeping well, and..."
The door گھنٹی, بیل ranged I went down stairs, It was my اگلے door neighbor, Mark, "Hey Mark", he smiled, Mark is seventeen years old, he loves to play football and he has the skills for it. Mark has black hair and blue eyes, Mark pulled me in to a hug, "Happy birthday"! He pulled out a small box and handed it to me. I hugged him, "your the best"! He laughed , "Thank you, but the present is in side the box". I laughed and slapped him in the head, I opened the box, it was those earrings I saw at the mall, The دل shaped ones with the diamonds in bedded in it. "wow, Mark this must have cost a ton". He smiled "do آپ like it"?
"Duh"! "This is the best", He smiled "I'm glad آپ like it", I looked at him "Why did your get me this"? He looked at me, his blue eyes burning in to my heart, "because I love you". I stopped myself from rolling my eyes, "It's been years since that stuff happened to you", Mark said. "It's time for آپ to trust aging", he add I looked at him, "I-I can't, آپ know that", Mark sighed, he pulled me into his arms, "none of that was your fault", he whispered. I pulled away, "but-", I کہا , "but nothing" Mark stepped closer to me, "It's time to let go".
I fell in to his arms and he kissed me, he kissed my neck , my arm and my forehead he paused at my lips and leaned in, obviously giving me time to pull away. When I didn't his lips met min e, and in that سیکنڈ I let all the walls i built fall. I stood there for a سیکنڈ after we finished, Mark smiled and hugged me, "see, all آپ had to do was trust me".
My mom walked down the stairs and nodded to mark she looked at my earrings, and smiled, "What no neckles", my mom laughed and walked away, i knew she was hurting, because dad use to buy her stuff like this. Mark smiled and gave me a hug, "happy birthday Jen", I laughed, and we left for school.


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I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!

When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My دوستوں dont understand!

I come ہوم again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my دل like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.

I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my دوستوں lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
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1st Chapter link

Chapter 2

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