So I don't know if I'm even goiing to continue this یا not. But could آپ do me a favour and give it a read?
Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.
4 days earlier.
Fear.Pain.Death.Alexis Baker was having another one of her nightmares, ones that she could hardly remember the دن after, but the pain and misery allways got left behind. Allways. A cold sweat covered her face and her whole body was shaking, her hands clenched and her feet twitched. She began to call out, muble words that were to faint to understand.
"Alexis time to get up honey," there was a soft knock at the door then an older women walked in, her face falling in recognisation. She sat on the egde of Alexis's بستر and wiped the sweat from her face from a cloth that was in her hand. She took and deep breath before saying her name, a little louder than before, and shaking her gently. A deafening scream came from Alexis as she sat up in shock, she began to lash out and attack the woman.
"Hush, shh, Alex honey it's me. Shh I'm here hooney mum's here.." she crooned, patting down her daughters بستر hair. Alexis began to cry and clinged to her mother, who whispered comferting words and soon she began to calm down.
'mum, i-i can't remember..i can't" Alexis mumbled so weakly that her voice broke on the last word. Her mother smiled down at her, and whispered in her ear that it was better that way.
Alexis sat at her باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ میز, جدول munching on an everlasting piece of taose, trying desperately to remember her hellish dreams.Her mother wizzed about the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ talking to herself about everything she must do.
"Oh before I forget, did آپ take your medication?" she asked coming to a halt and satring her daughter down. Alexis grumbled, and muttered something under her breath.
"Alexis?"She کہا her voice growing in anger.ALexis stood up , pushed her chair back with such force that it banged against the دیوار directly behind it. Marching over to the sink she grabbed a cup half filled it with water, sat it on the counter and left the kitchen. She returned with a small botttle of little tablets in it. once she had swallowed five, she grabbed her school bag and left without a good bye.
it was a beautifull دن and the sun shined reaching every hidden corner. Alexis loved days like this, days that seemed still, days that didnt remeind her of her sleepless nights. Adventually she made it to school, and immediatley looked for her friends.
"Lily!" She yelled at a group of girls that were standing at the huge iron gates, with "Primrose High" in huge bold letters.The gorup of girls moved away when Alexis arrived huddling together, whispering.
"Oh, ارے ALex,"Lilly mumbled looking down at her feet. Alexis fell the uncomfertability asked about it staright.
'Lilly? whats the matter?" She asked touching her freinds shoulder Lilly plled away from her.
'Alexis someone found your file, the one about your last school they photocopied it and گیا کیا پوسٹ it about school. Alexis what did آپ do?" She کہا running away from her. alexis closed her eyes and a painfull tear slid down her cheek, she can forget her dreams, btu she can nevr forget the past.
Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.
4 days earlier.
Fear.Pain.Death.Alexis Baker was having another one of her nightmares, ones that she could hardly remember the دن after, but the pain and misery allways got left behind. Allways. A cold sweat covered her face and her whole body was shaking, her hands clenched and her feet twitched. She began to call out, muble words that were to faint to understand.
"Alexis time to get up honey," there was a soft knock at the door then an older women walked in, her face falling in recognisation. She sat on the egde of Alexis's بستر and wiped the sweat from her face from a cloth that was in her hand. She took and deep breath before saying her name, a little louder than before, and shaking her gently. A deafening scream came from Alexis as she sat up in shock, she began to lash out and attack the woman.
"Hush, shh, Alex honey it's me. Shh I'm here hooney mum's here.." she crooned, patting down her daughters بستر hair. Alexis began to cry and clinged to her mother, who whispered comferting words and soon she began to calm down.
'mum, i-i can't remember..i can't" Alexis mumbled so weakly that her voice broke on the last word. Her mother smiled down at her, and whispered in her ear that it was better that way.
Alexis sat at her باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ میز, جدول munching on an everlasting piece of taose, trying desperately to remember her hellish dreams.Her mother wizzed about the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ talking to herself about everything she must do.
"Oh before I forget, did آپ take your medication?" she asked coming to a halt and satring her daughter down. Alexis grumbled, and muttered something under her breath.
"Alexis?"She کہا her voice growing in anger.ALexis stood up , pushed her chair back with such force that it banged against the دیوار directly behind it. Marching over to the sink she grabbed a cup half filled it with water, sat it on the counter and left the kitchen. She returned with a small botttle of little tablets in it. once she had swallowed five, she grabbed her school bag and left without a good bye.
it was a beautifull دن and the sun shined reaching every hidden corner. Alexis loved days like this, days that seemed still, days that didnt remeind her of her sleepless nights. Adventually she made it to school, and immediatley looked for her friends.
"Lily!" She yelled at a group of girls that were standing at the huge iron gates, with "Primrose High" in huge bold letters.The gorup of girls moved away when Alexis arrived huddling together, whispering.
"Oh, ارے ALex,"Lilly mumbled looking down at her feet. Alexis fell the uncomfertability asked about it staright.
'Lilly? whats the matter?" She asked touching her freinds shoulder Lilly plled away from her.
'Alexis someone found your file, the one about your last school they photocopied it and گیا کیا پوسٹ it about school. Alexis what did آپ do?" She کہا running away from her. alexis closed her eyes and a painfull tear slid down her cheek, she can forget her dreams, btu she can nevr forget the past.
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo کتیا, کتيا die, bitchy whore. That last تبصرہ doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it کہا roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if آپ want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love آپ Janet. I don't know who wrote آپ love poem rhyme thing but I love آپ too!
Is It True آپ Lie?
Is It True آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were آگ کے, آگ red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.
Why آپ shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.
Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.
Why آپ shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.
Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not سے طرف کی blood, then سے طرف کی what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.