thegirlintheback

I had seen mad ones before..yet..the one I seen in the bakery surpassed any I had seen in the past. It causes me to speculate as I write this to you how a person falls that far into a nightmare-infested abyss. Was something originally wrong with the woman it used to be? Or was it that creature had been one of the first? I wish I knew.    Flashes of color. Black. White. Red. So much red. Screaming so loud. Who? Who is the one screaming? Pain. So much pain. Someone else. Someone else is there. I awoke gasping with a word on the tip of my tongue. Mary. My mind raced asking myself again and again who that was. I clutched my head in my hands des

Dear You. Yes I'm a bit angry, and you can't really blame me. You gave me will to believe, and pick up my pen again, yet your saying NOW, in life you can't ever win? Stop. Your backing down because your afraid. You think it's your fault, that your old friends never stayed. It's not. None of them could understand. What's like to have things out of hand. It's not your fault that your stronger, yes your stronger, than all of them. They didn't get how kids like you and I, could find strength from within. You went from an angel, to regretting, almost all of where you've been. Mistakes have been made, friendships torn apart, memories had, but you k

When I think back on the moment I held the little one for the first time, I realize it was the first time since my World fell apart that I cared for someone else. I had thought my heart to be without emotion then, yet I prayed for a child I did not know. A heart that was dead begun to beat again on that day.    I remember the constant thrumming of my heart screaming in my ears as I held my breath. I could feel the emerald-eyed girl's heart beating next to mine like a hummingbird. I prayed for her silence so I could keep her alive. Surprisingly, she made no sound at her obvious terror and confusion. I knew not, at that time, how a child trem

    It had been three days since I had been in that suburban home with nothing left but broken walls and smashed windows. Well, I believe it had been three days. It was hard to keep track considering I hardly slept at night. The nightmares still kept up their constant slaughter on already weakening mind and tore at my heart. I didn't have a calendar then, but looking back now I believe it was in the Summer when I met Her. In my brain, I referred to this day as..The Meeting.    I was walking cautiously down what had once been a small shopping area for the locals in the almost impending darkness that comes with sunset. If I was lucky, I could

I begin after "The Ending". I call it "The Ending", because for myself it was the end. It was the end of all I had known in my young life. Before it happened, the media referred to it as "The Shattering". This name suits what happened as well, because everything people had lived and known was shattered. My story is not the saddest nor the most important. It is merely one of many stories tied into "The Ending". Yet, I feel it is a story that if even one person should read it then maybe, just maybe, it could make a difference.    I had sweat sliding down my face when I awoke. My face fell into my hands as I took shaken breathes. The nightmare

                My name is Keira. My story begins before an ending and a beginning in this city of mine. I claim this city as mine, because it is where I’ve always been and it is where my heart resides. I write this story on the few scraps of paper I could find amongst the wreckage left. I write this hastily, so that maybe someone will find this in the case of my impending demise. These scraps of paper hold what memories I have left in this broken mind. I hope that when you should read this you not judge me too harshly. Everyone makes mistakes, dear reader, and mine are many. If you should read this my little angel, I love you still and

A boy who sees himself, only as invisible, and insignificant, walks along the streets. The World itself, looks black and gray, as his once warm eyes, stay on the cold concrete. Sadness in his heart, weigh down his shoulders, and force his gaze, always on the ground. One day his walk, brings him to something, he has never seen, or thought possible. It is a simple daisy, that has risen, though many hard layers, of cold concrete. His heart leaps, because just this once, he sees beautiful color, breaking the dark. His gaze has changed, and so has his heart, as he looks up at the Sun, that he didn't see. Color begins to return, little by li

Can we pretend, I'm not locked in a World, where I have no speech, and I'm invisible girl. What good are superpowers, when you can't fix the brokeness, and the rest, of the hurt the heart detests. I can't mend, all the pain inside, but I can stand beside, the people who need me, even if I hide the girl they can't see. In this movie, I call it "Life". I'm the glitches. The flash of color, behind the scenes, and an open wound, missing much needed stitches. I feel helpless and hopeless, even though, I know, I'm supposed to be the "hero". In this story I'm living, and just keep giving, my heart and time, my words and life, to this World. I guess

An adventure we have faced, yet you are far behind. Your sweet smile and red hair, never left my mind. You always found a way, to make me laugh again. You taught me some of the best battles, can be the ones you don't win. Yelling and fighting, then smiling over food. Never shy to hit me or Brock, when one of us was rude. So many times I thought, "Does she know why I stare?" "Has she figured out I feel something, more just a friendly care?" I guess now that I've left, you've gotten a new life too. You'll never know but Misty.. I miss and still love you.