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OHNINE

Intersection III woke up to bright lights over my head, the hospital sting of disinfectant. I groaned. I hated hospitals, and the uppity doctors that came with it. My next thought shook me a little harder. My car. I whimpered loudly, imagining what had become of it, its perfect navy blue paint scraped up with whatever color the car was that hit me. Its metal contours crumped up, dented. The images made me want to sob. "Anni?" My name rang long and clear from that voice I knew so well. "Daren." I smiled and looked around the room for once. I met his deep brown hair, his bright hazel eyes that were always smiling. Except for now.Intersection II


IntersectionThat warm, welcoming black.- Ouch. I sighed, bright headlights brought me back to reality. Music flooded my ears.Intersection
Driving. Alone in this forgiving darkness. I only wish my foot could press down on this pedal. And never let up. I was taking the long way home, I'm awful, I know. I flipped my rear view mirror so that the headlights behind me wouldn't legally blind me. The truck, as it was obviously from the position of the headlights, was in quite a hurry. For eleven o'clock, that seemed odd. I pushed my little car to the speed limit, but the truck still tailed me. I turned at my light and h


An Echoed CryI was knocking on your door. And nobody would let me in. Your house was a light.An Echoed Cry
Was everyone sleeping? Love, where were you? In your bed, buds in your ears So you couldn't hear the sounds of my desperate beatings.
Oh those doors. Red mahogany doors.
Couldn't see the stains From my split open knuckles.
Knocking so hard on a door that won't open. A house that won't answer.
You took my voice; I can't scream. You took my breath; I can't breathe I think I'm suffocating.
So all I can do now Knock. Kn
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春うらら 唄います~♥
貴女よ 美しくあれ~♥
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I'm a lover, not a fighter. But I'm also a fighter, so don't get any ideas.
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I used to be such a burning example
I used to be so original
I used to sleep without a single stir
I used to pray like God was listening
Now I've made my bed, and I can't fall asleep in it
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I'm a lover, not a fighter. But I'm also a fighter, so don't get any ideas.
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"It's not the world that is shrinking...
It's how a man is thinking."
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I used to be such a burning example
I used to be so original
I used to sleep without a single stir
I used to pray like God was listening
Now I've made my bed, and I can't fall asleep in it
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