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The music room had lay empty for weeks, Raven refused to step foot in there without Michael and would never again now that he had passed. The rainy weather outside kept Raven up and so she paced the house, avoiding the music room. Not daring to venture in it's direction for the memories it evoked. As she listened to the rain falling outside she remembered that Michael loved the rain. To play in it like a child was his only wish and in his last days he didn't get the chance to do that. Through all her efforts Raven found herself standing outside the ever empty music room. A sound from within had her opening the door in a hurry. She frantical

The darkness robbed me of every sense. Sight, hearing, all that was possible was smell. In this utter black I felt the ghost of someones touch, their hand against my cheek and through my hair. I leant into the touch assuming it was the one I loved. Nothing but cold air welcomed my efforts to get closer. A soft whine left my lips and I turned over, my face suddenly covered by a shirt stolen from my loves house. The sweet scent was alluring and distracting, once more I felt as though there was somebody there with me. I moved in attempt to get closer but quickly found an empty space once more. With a soft cry I laid on my back and gave up, very

That night was. . . Something both special and amazing. I laid down in bare clothing and turned to face this new group I called friends. One, at the edge, was small but smart. Wore her hair long, she slept curled in upon herself. The lone wolf in a group of strangers. Fully clothed. Two, in the middle 'hibernating' in such heavy sleep she may as well have been. A pretty little blonde who knew how to strut her stuff. Barely clothed. Three, right in front of me, a tall lass with a gorgeous figure to match. Her back bared to me in comfort. She was the last awake, like myself. She squeaked when I began my 'drawing' on her luscious pale skin. She

I watched her collapse in front of me, for no reason at all. She just hit the floor. It looked like she passed out but I knew better. Even just standing above her I knew she wasn't here anymore. Her face, so much like an angels, was peaceful. Like she had known this was coming and accepted it. That's what scared me, why didn't she tell me? Duh, she didn't want me to worry right? She wanted her last moments happy not sad and thinking about what was to come right? Who wants to think about that? She didn't want fake happy either, I know I wouldn't. What's it like? To know you're gonna die real soon? Wouldn't you get sad? Maybe she didn't think a

"Bye." was the last sad thing she said before the car drove off with her in it. From inside the car I could see her looking miserable and happy at the same time as she mouthed "I love you." just as the car drove off. Our hug lasted what felt like forever and yet not long enough. The car disappeared around the corner and I finally let my legs fall out from under myself and sat just on the curb. She had left me a backpack, full of stuff, to keep. To look at to have a piece or pieces of her. I opened it to look at all the things inside, pieces of clothing, books, other things and a note...She left me a note. Later inside my house, behind closed

My name is Chris, I am three, My eyes are swollen.. I cannot see. I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me. I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long. When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight. I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar I hear him curse, My name is called, I press myself, Against the wall. I try to hide, From his evil

Eyes. Blue, green, brown, hazel. An array of color. An array of emotion. Pain, fear, shyness, trust, joy, happiness, hatred, anger, relief, stress. There is so much that two simple eyes can show. From shyness to complete confidence. Have you ever looked into someone's eyes, for more than a second. Have you ever looked closely? To see every color hiding within their masks of emotion. Caught in a pair of eyes you halt everything your doing. Just to understand what is happening. Their face shows the perfect mask of a smile. But their eyes tell a different story. A story of love and pain. Of joy and hurt. Of anger and loss. The smile of a perfect

Have you ever been stranded? Left on an isle all your own? Have you ever worn a mask? Broken down the middle, To hide who you really are? To secretly be the butt of their every joke? Have you ever been in a loving home that not so secretly hated your secret? Have you ever felt it winning? That darkness that hides inside, unnamed and untamed? Waiting for it's moment to take over? I know what it is like to live in a house like that. I know what it's like to hide behind a broken mask. I know how all that feels and how the darkness creeps. But I found it, I found that something that I can hold on for. That someone who gives me hope beyond all to

A letter to Mother - Never to be seen Mother Dearest, I do love you and I'm glad you love me too. I'm sad that you can't simply be happy for me when I've found happiness for myself. And I am happy. I find that I have absolutely no regrets. Do you know why, Mother, I don't tell you things? Because I know they upset you, anger you, sadden you, depress you and disappoint you. I didn't go up to your room to say "I'm leaving." Because I knew I would hear that disappointed and angry undertone and you huffed and said "Okay, goodnight." I didn't come back in the morning to bid our relatives goodbye because I knew the evil look aunty, my own family,