Arya24601

Twenty-one minutes left till the end. Two-hundred and ten till freedom from this Black abyss of monotony that threatens To consume all I am. Time is my enemy. It creeps ever-nearer, Refusing to relinquish Its hold on the present. The past is near, The future distant. The present frozen, Reflecting my thoughts Back at me, As though from an ever-lasting Mirror.

So this is it. I never really thought it'd end this way. But, then again, none of you thought you'd hurt me as much as you did. That's what I like to think anyway. I'm not going to name any names. If that's what you were hoping for, sorry. But not really. I'm not playing the blame game. In fact, I'm done playing anything. You know who you are. That's all I'm going to say. I'm not blaming anyone, I'm just saying that if you helped this along, you know. Oh, some of you will probably deny it, and cry at my funeral, going on about what great friends we were. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll be able to convince yourself of that. I do have one apo

The world is silent. It always is. Always will be. I lie awake in the silent darkness. Shapes float across my vision. Bright blurs of color. Some have names. Some don't. 'What's that?' I ask, pointing. 'A horse.' My mother says, lips and hands moving. The thing called a "horse" presses its nose to my palm. I gently stroke its soft black nose. I turn to my mother and grin. 'Do you like her?' She asks me. I nod excitedly and feed it a piece of apple. 'She's yours.' I bury my face in the animal's warm chest and inhale deeply. My horse wraps her long slender neck around me. I turn back to my mother. 'What's her name?' 'Hope.' I nod proudly a

‘Stay away from Ronald Knox.’ The girls had warned you your first day in the Dispatch office. You had heard the rumors like everyone else. At first that’s what you had dismissed them as. Simply rumors. But then you had met him. Instead of falling instantly in love with him, you fell instantly in hate with him. He was obnoxious, annoying, a player, a womanizer. Everything about him made you want to scream. Not in a joyous way either. There were days when you just wanted to rip his two-toned hair out of his skull. But you controlled yourself. Barely. Until now. Until now, he had shown almost no interest once he finally got it