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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2011 1:46:11 GMT -8
Hannah came to terms with what happened. Slowly, but it did happen. And her plan was to talk about it one of these days. But first, she had to do something. It was stupid, but if she didn't, then she wouldn't forgive herself. While everyone else went to school, Hannah didn't. She acted like she was going to, but she didn't. Instead, she got onto a bus. She rode it downtown. When she got off, she went into a flowers and gifts shop.
A balloon. A single, blue balloon. Seven roses: one for each month she carried little Marco. Leaving the store, she went to a baby store and picked up a rattle, a bottle, a newborn outfit. You would think she was visiting a friend. But no. It wasn't that at all.
She got back on the bus. She rode it to a cemetery, and walked over by a tree. Ok, so it wasn't a real plot. But she didn't have her son's body. She set the bottle, the rattle, and the outfit down, then laid the roses around it. "I didn't even want you until the night you were taken. I'm so sorry. I would have been a terrible mom. But it would have been better than this. I love you, Marco. With all my heart." taking a step back, she released the balloon, watching it go in the sky. She had no idea that she wasn't alone...
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Post by Stormy Starr Gilmore on May 31, 2011 14:17:10 GMT -8
Stormy had always been a strange kid. Every since a very young age. The supernatural, wicca, spirits, and the list goes on. Death had always fascinated her and she loved to hang out in graveyards and cemetaries. It always seemed to relax her.
So, today, that was were she was. Stormy had decided to just skip school and had spent all day so far hanging out in the cemetary. Nothing new there. For Stormy, at least.
She lended against a tombstone with her sketchbook. She never showed her sketches to anyone. people would think that she was psychotic and okay, maybe the girl was. But she did not care. She never cared. Or at least she never showed it. Her sketches were always morbid. Very morbid. Pictures of coffins and vampires. Pictures of people being murdered. A vampire killing a human. It was always messed up. Today, Stormy was sketching a young girl, who actually looked a lot like herself. But she was a vampire. A beautiful, young vampire. And the human boy had resembled her bully. The vampire had her teeth sinked into the boys neck and their was blood everywhere.
She was so into her sketch that she had not noticed anyone else in the cemetary.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 23:41:28 GMT -8
Hannah took a step back. She watched the balloon rise into the sky. Watch as it released her pain. She heaved a sigh, feeling tears brim her eyes, when she saw a girl in the corner of her eye. Normally, Hannah would ignore the stranger and go on doing what she was doing. This time, though, she looked around and bit her lip, approaching the girl from behind.
She stayed silent as her eyes scanned the sketch pad curiously. A small smile came across her face. The boy in the picture looked familiar. Her mind made a blurry distinction between the boy in her drawing to the face who attacked her. She knew it was a guy. She knew it. She just didn't know who...
"That's really good" she could hear herself say. Why was she speaking up? Why was she even here? Hannah wasn't usually good with people. So why was she randomly talking to this other girl? She didn't even know who she was. But, here she was, standing there, commenting on her sketch pad. "The whole death and vampires. It's cool." She gave a small smile, though the tears were still there. How was the girl even going to react? She might not even want to be talked to. Hannah pushed hair behind her ear as she tilted her head, waiting to see. |
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