Two Lives 1
Taylor sighed, rubbing her temple in frustration. It had only been a couple of days since she ran into a girl. A girl who made her brain just shut down. Her usual visions were going dull, and she couldn't tell if it was the girl she always say in her dreams and visions, or if it was just somebody who really wasn't compatible with her. She looked ~exactly~ like the girl from her dreams. She began to think about all her memories, taking out a small pad of paper and pencil. She twirled it around, then began to quickly flick it onto the paper in thought. She bit her lip,"Come on, damn it." She said through clenched teeth. She snapped her fingers, and began to scribble down everything she remembered, recalled, and everything she thought at that moment. She got the result of 8 pictures, 12 paragraphs, and 1 picture. The picture of the girl.
Beautiful dark brown hair that shined hazel in the light. Dark blue eyes that caught the attention of everyone in the room. Pristine sense of style, if s
Midnight ~ Alisian
Alisian laughed,"A pity...." She would snarl, cutting the mans wrist. He would let out a yelp,"Why are you doing this?" he would manage
to say. Yet, out of fear, he slurred the words together. Alisian thought a moment, but shook her head. No answer. She sat next
to him and held his hand......
"Pain, my dear." And she stabbed him in the heart. She let out a cold, shrill laugh. Yet, the pain murdered her inside. It was a corruption.
One that, lone behold, has no cure. It was a pain that was given when her father hit her, and stabbed her. Put her into undeath.
A pity. The unnumberable kills she makes per day, they give her remorse. Yet, the remorse is shooken away in the other 5 minutes
of the pain.
Her hard boots thud on the stony floor. The echoes making it an even more ominous scape. A frail little girl was infront of her.
Already scared to death. Frozen stiff, and shaking,"You don't want to see me, do you?" The teddy bear dropped to the floor,"I can
help you with that...." Alisian gri
They walked on the side of the shore, wondering where their lives would be in a couple of years.
Hands entwined, eyes lost in eachothers. They knew they were in love.
Fate tis not be in their favor. Nor, had their greatest wishes. 'Tis the girl felt betrayed.
You wonder, what could it have been? Thou wondereth what would lie in her hand.
A black rose, drained of happiness. Filled with a sad misery. She had looked up at the picture
of her mate, tears draining for from what were once happy eyes.
"Life has betrayed me. Praying has done nothing....."
It had been that thou lover had been shot under the moonlight when fighting to save her.
Tis be she shad not live without him.
She scooped up a large knife, knowing life would betray her once more by killing her.
So, she had swore she would do it before thou got the pleasure to do so.
As the life drained out of her poor, weeping eyes, she knew.
Life would always betray in the end.