There I am... Gabby Raptor.... " I miss him" I say to myself standing on a montain... alone. Then I hear a voice..." Mike...?" I say.... Nothing there... Mike was an old family friend... He was like a father to me.... The father that left me when I was five... My mother she went after him and eventuly died... I found that out 3 years later after the acedent.... Mike was a good friend.... All I have left of him is his horse "Boxer". It was my fault the killer got to Mike... It always is my fault.... I'm nothing but trouble... But what sadens me thêm is that I'm rejected...My 3 brothers and my grandfather... The only people I have left..... The tình yêu of my life.... The only person I will ever love" ... I bet he doesn't notice me at all... To busy with training" I said... Then I hear someone calling my name... I turn around quickly... Still nothing there.... I fall on the floor... Then begin crying....." Why do I even live? " I đã đưa ý kiến Then the same voice that called my name đã đưa ý kiến " Because in life there's always something to live for..." I jumped to my feet... A bit startled actully. Then just start thinking about my life... Mike .... and the tình yêu of my life.... Even though I'm 16... Life is very complicated....
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but bạn don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe bạn just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
bạn can dry up the tears bạn see, but bạn can never dry up the tears your tim, trái tim sheds. Because when bạn cry, your tim, trái tim gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but bạn don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe bạn just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
bạn can dry up the tears bạn see, but bạn can never dry up the tears your tim, trái tim sheds. Because when bạn cry, your tim, trái tim gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
I hate you
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want bạn here?
Do I want bạn gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are bạn real?
Are bạn fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
bạn spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of bạn mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are bạn worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now hiển thị me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
hoặc do I leave you?
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want bạn here?
Do I want bạn gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are bạn real?
Are bạn fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
bạn spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of bạn mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are bạn worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now hiển thị me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
hoặc do I leave you?