Crimson SnowCrimson SnowNo. Dont hurt her, please dont, I cried out in agony. My mom tried to tellme everything was going to be alright, but when I heard the gun go off I could onlyimagine what happened as her voice drifted off into the distance. The murderer thenturned towards me and plunged a blade into my stomach. My body warmed, while bloodspilled out of the gash in my flesh.I crawled over to my mother, screaming out for bloodlust when I witnessed herlimp body strapped to the chair. Managing to scrape together the strength to pull myselfto my feet I limped outside, and collapsed in the cold snow below, setting a growing stainof crimson in the fluffy white.Lifting my head I caught a glimpse of the murderers red cloak flapping in thecool night breeze. My vision became progressively more blurred, as I laid there admiringwhat seemed like the tears of the heavens. Night moved in swiftly, snuffing out thecandlelight in the barn. And with the candle, I too s
AloneI am lonely.I have a boyfriend. I have a best friend. I havemany closer friends who I can talk to.I am lonely.There is nobody to cry into, nobody that I canbe completely redundant with my problems.I am lonely.I occasionally hang out after school. I goover to their houses. We talk at lunch.I am lonely.I am hardly ever invited to parties. I am notinvited to social outings. I stay at home.I am lonely.I make others laugh. I make others happy.I am liked. I am surrounded by friends.I am lonely.I do not laugh, I am not happy, I am notliked. I am not a part of inside jokes.I am alone.