Chapter IIIA Chapter by LinzeyShe wanders...Only now do I let my guard down. I hear no other person. I feel no other sound. Alone now in my own thoughts and remembering my own secrets. I can finally remember the pain that I felt every day at home. The screaming at one another. The feeling of always being alone in this cruel, dark, threatening world. I can finally remember the ray of light. Even though it was the smallest ray that could be seen it meant the world in my eyes. One person could always make the days feel better. He could always make me smile... But all of that's gone now. The feelings too easily returned to me after what he had done to me. A secret that shall never be revealed, yet it will shape everything from now on. Please do not let me remember my future. I do not want to feel the hate, the regret, or the pain that will slowly encompass me. Let me think of the only one... or two who now keep me from wanting to end it all. The only ones that keep me running to this day through the wild that I now call home.
Let me find him... them. Let me gain what has been lost once more. The hope that all will be okay. The secrets that will keep my heart fluttering as it once did in my past. Although my heart now has scars that will never be erased, let me forget their meanings through his face, their faces. I can hear the crunching from my own feet now. Sometimes I forget that I'm really here. I feel like a ghost that still haunts the earth because of the past I dare not remember. I know I will have to at some point, but now... I would rather remember myself as a ghost. Just floating along aimlessly trying to find the one thing that keeps me here... Which in the end I still am doing. But for now, I walk and occasionally run trying to find the one... or two that keep me here. © 2010 LinzeyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 13, 2010 Last Updated on November 13, 2010 AuthorLinzeyNYAboutI'm 21 as of April 2015 and like to write to express my feelings. A lot of people like to say that my writing isn't the brightest of all stormy looking clouds... but it is my own. I like to read other.. more..Writing
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