Introduction/teaser

Walking is so simple. Its just step after step. The truth is each step we take in our lives defines who we are, and who we're always going to be. Sometimes when you make a bad decission, its like making a wrong turn. All you have to do is take a couple steps back and go in another direction. What about when you cant do that? What about when you come to a dead end. And you cant turn around. You cant go back. Its just it. Thats the end. Its like the world freezes and the pencil stops writing. It feels like life is just drawing a picture without having an eraser. And when the pencil comes to the edge of the paper, its called death. And honestly whats the point in worry about all your problems in life so much? No body makes it out alive anyway. Im drawing my picture, just like everyone else in this world. And im guessing im really crappy artist.

 

Once upon a time, there was love. There was pain, there was wrongness, there was lies, but before it all, there was this story.

 

 

 

They sat in silence. It wasnt an oppressive silence or an awkward silence. It was a sort of comfortable silence. The kind that doesnt need words. The shouting had stopped. The sound of boiling water echoed from the walls. The tear waiting to fall from her sea green eyes had dried. She refused to cry, she insisted to herself it was going to be better. He took his hand to her face. His thumb slowly grazed the surface of her soft pale skin. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her tight to his chest. They stood there, their bodys pressing together with the erge to hold on for just one more minute. His hand glided through her long black hair as they pulled apart. She took in a breath, then released it. After two years of the pain and suffering she finally couldnt take it anymore. She was giving up. And she wasnt afraid to admit it. For the both of them, their days together got hard to tell apart from another. It seemed as though it was a routine. They were preseived as the perfect couple to those who had never seen behind the door. Fighting was more of a hobby. Smiles became fake and happiness was only on occassion.

Kyle : Brookelle. [he put his hand gently behind her neck and lightly kissed her forehead.]

Brookelle: Please kyle. [she closed her eyes.] Let me leave.

Kyle: No. Stay with me, sleep next to me tonight. [he places both hands on her face and looks down into her eyes.] You dont have to leave Brooke.

She crinkles her eye brows together and grabs his hand off her cheek. Her eyes are glossy, and her breaths were deap.]

Brookelle:Im meeting my sister at the cafe.

She swallowed.

Brookelle: Ill be back to pick up my things later tonight.

She turns around and prepairs herself to leave. She wasnt just preparing herself to leave. She had to start over. Her only option was to move back in with her sister. Only one problem. Brooke's sister Makayla, had burnt down her place. For the next four months they'll have to live with their father, just like the old days. Exciting?

Author's Note

Like i said. i write and plot the whole
story out, then i rewrite it with all the
right grammar and alot more detail (;