“You’re the only one that cares about me” Tears in my eyes, cheeks in pain from this platonic feeling. Such a warm embrace- the best feeling. Someone to rely on a freind, my scars are healing. “That’s the thing you cared too much” Air giving up, legs dancing above the floor. Her lungs forget to breathe as my arm goes sore. The once warm embrace, and the hug that hurt my face fades away. I couldn’t care less anyway.

Knives cover the room Blood splatters the floor And what looks like guts follow through But the aprons are completely white Bodies Limp and frail, hang helplessly I can almost hear the screams Echoing from the limp and frail Bubbling pots Sizzling oil Sensational spices fill my nose, guilt follows But the aprons are completely white Arms outstretched A smile follows Death, suffering and pain echoes “Welcome to the kitchen” This is why I’m vegan.

I told my bro’s about this girl I like. And they were all hyping me up “Go ask her out. Get her some flowers, tell her how you feel” So I did.

The next day I climb up to her window, daisy’s in my hand mixed with roses in a bouquet, and a teddy bear that she has always wanted, because it would complete her set. I wait till exactly 6:00am, when she wakes up she takes 3 minutes to turn her alarm off and two extra minutes to stretch and yawn. Her window is positioned directly in-front of her bed, so I try my best not to knock over her candle on the windowsill. I lock the window behind me and close the silk white curtains.

My feet barely make a sound on the oak floor as I walk towards her bed, she changed her sheets from yesterday. They’re now a pastel rainbow of colours covered over the bed complete with soft plump white pillows.

Her alarm goes off and she does her daily routine- I memorised it. I watch her twist and turn as the alarm goes off. Stretch her hand out to touch her phone, the alarm turns off at 6:03, but she sees me at 6:04.

Her screams of joy are like a blessing ringing off my ears, a smile pasted on my face I step towards her. She stretches out her hand to offer me an empty glass of water, but once blood pours down my face I’m sure she made a mistake- her hand slipped. I put the bear and the flowers to one side and frantically try and pick up the glass she gave to me. The more things that fly at me the more I realise it’s a game. My mother always screamed when dad came home and they played catch in the kitchen- a bit childish if you ask me.

Her screams continue but I’m too busy cleaning my blood off her rug and the glass off the floor to realise what she is saying. “Get out!” I can hear her heart beat out her chest, she sounds like she is loosing her breath. I go to comfort her- she won the game. But she must be a sore looser. More of my blood is splattered and falls onto her pastel sheets as her fist goes through my face “Get out!” She yells.

I stutter, I’m confused “what do you mean…I-I thought girls like this I’m doing affection I got you flowers and a bear, your favourite bear-“ “GET OUT!” Everything goes a blur for a second- my mom yelled those words, at dad. She throws another pillow at my face but it hits the window. I lit the candle because I thought it would be romantic. But what is even more romantic is saving your damsel in distress from a burning building.

Momma always got annoyed when I put shoes on the table. She said “It’s bad luck!” Every day I’d come in from school and put my shoes on the table- just to annoy her. She also came up with the idea that 3:00am is the worst time to be up, she said “The witches will be out to find you.” I laugh at her stupidity sometimes. Her superstition drives her crazy. She said “Oh Daisy, you’re going to be the death of me!” As a joke- I was the only one laughing. The ‘good’ thing is I had trouble sleeping, so I would stay up till 3:00am just to wake up my mother and tell her “momma! It’s 3:00 am” or “momma the witches got me!” I remember she screamed one time. Held me close, cried. I felt bad that time but she needed to get through her superstition. Get over it.

The doctors said it was the stress of being a single mother. Others said she drove herself crazy. Either way blue and red flashed through her bedroom window. I remember she screamed that time. Held me close, cried. Then it stopped. I couldn’t hear a witches cackle or a bird tweet, I was so close to her chest but I couldn’t hear a beat.

I felt bad that night at 3:00am. I wanted her to get over her superstition but I didn’t want it to be over…

When I was young, people always said I would be a heartbreaker. I don’t think this is what they meant..

I don’t know if it’s my good looks or my natural charm, but people seem to gravitate towards me. I’m not often fond of my peers but one girl seemed to resist. Resist me.

I’ve never failed a lover- or so I call them- their always content with the results. New ones line up every day just to see me. But this one girl wouldn’t. Headphones, should we call her? She always had them on. She resists my charm. Resists me. Which drew me closer to her. To her heart.

Army’s of people trail behind me but she doesn’t. Headphones doesn’t see me, she’s not aching for my attention. I want her too see me. To hear me. To want me- just like everyone else.

I catch her one day, and her smile threatens me, kills me with purity and kindness- there must be something wrong. No one could be so pure. So clean- a rejection to sin. All my lovers have done something to attract me, calling me to cleanse them. But headphones doesn’t. She takes them off. “Hi, Damion right? Your very popular around school” She’s glowing, so bright. I lean on the lockers beside us, and look down on her- what’s this feeling in my heart?- I loose my breath. “I’m really sorry, I have to get too class but I’ll see you later.” I grab her arm. Pull her close. Her headphones hang loose around her neck, and I watch her. Her eyes resist me, her smile attracts me. I lean in. My hand glows as I hold her close, my hand on her cheek hers on mine. I ache for her to notice me more, not just as the popular guy but as her guy. Her hearts so pure so big- I couldn’t hold it if I tried.

She moves “Sorry Damion I have to go”- I can’t be mad at her- her hand touches mine as she moves away and I feel my heart race. “Ay D! How’s it going” his hand slips round her waist. She needed to go, now she’s stuck in place. I clasp hands with the one she’s drawn too- a lover of mine to say the least, he’s drawn to me, to sin- “Not bad, bro. She was about to get to class” I reply, his arm tightens around her. “She can skip with us, can’t you babe” he’s smiling, she’s not anymore. Their lips touch and my blood boils just a little bit more. She’s not comfortable. She’s such an angel, she couldn’t kiss me but he does it with ease.

I’m going to crush his heart. And I’m going to enjoy it- so much.

There’s fire on the walls People screaming People bleeding People frozen in shock People running People humming People singing along to the song The sounds of screams and mayhem Those people walked around enjoying it all Knowing they caused it Smiling as the floor breaks under us Innocent people
They wont help us People crying People yelling People calling People begging Wind blowing we’re falling Guns shooting we’re running Save the people Two hands in the air Save the people We’re dying

I gulp it down like it’s juice. Everyone is doing it- laughing having fun. Playing ping pong. We take it in turn as the ball bounces. Chugging the juice, everyone’s laughing. I feel out of place. Uncomfortable. An arm wraps around me. “Having fun are we?” My boyfriend asks, laughing so hard at a joke that’s not funny. “Is this man bothering you?” His brother asks, who is barely drunk. He wobbles to try and point a finger at his brothers face and fails horribly. His stupidity makes me laugh, he hugs me tighter.

“Ay boys stop flirting and join the game!” A girl yells from the distance. I hurdle Axel - my boyfriend- to the table where everyone is kneeling at. He insists to sit opposite me, he says it will give him a higher chance at kissing me. As the bottle spins it comes close to stopping on me. In the corner of my eye I see Axel’s brother drinking- he’s the only one here that is eligible to drink. He catches me looking at him and winks at me, I was disgusted to say the least but Axel was even more annoyed, he nudged the drink out his brothers hand. He started to retaliate. Axel’s brother- Adam- dominated him, with his wide figure and big muscles Axel wouldn’t stand a chance. I’m glad it was stopped before it began. The girl who started the game, yelled at them to stop and moved Adam a few seats away from his brother- my boyfriend.

The game goes again, most people there are crazy on the juice and almost everyone is too young to be having it. Except for Adam and the girl. They seemed to be the oldest in the group.

The bottle spins and every time two new people are placed in the small room at the back, for 3 minutes. Some people spent longer. One person dropped out, and some were so drunk they couldn’t stand up. “Bella!” My name is called. Axel’s face is red, he’s cursing and it takes me a minute to realise why. “Adam” the girl calls. Axel is on his feet. Adam had so much juice that he seems more drunk than Axel was. The girl holds Axel back two other boys help, the room fills with my name- everyone is chanting. Adam is already at the room and I find myself following. But I’m not going to lie I did have some juice. The door closes behind us- I hold my breath. 3 minutes. Everyone is doing it- laughing and having fun.

Axel’s my boyfriend.

Happy Birthday too you I sing Smirk on my face Knife in place Happy Birthday too you Smile on her face Lighter on display Happy Birthday dear Ruby Her face full of glee The smile so painful to see Happy Birthday to you A smile so big it must hurt her face Sitting there smiling in place As the light hits her face Flashing like paparazzi Hip hip Hoary I’m smiling too Hip hip Hoary The candles burn orange and blue Hip hip Hoary The knife comes out Happy Birthday! I cut the cake

My eyes flicker at the light beaming at me, I squint as my eyes struggle. My back hurts and I see many cuts on my left arm. The sheets seem so soft and fluffy- like clouds on a summer night- I’m melting in the sheets with the sun glowing behind the bed. I rub my eyes and look around, despite the cuts, my skin is dangerously smooth and shiny. I realise I’m wearing silk -its so soft. Shorts that barely cover my back side and a top ,with no selves, that hangs at my waist. I’ve never worn such beautiful clothes. My skin has never been so soft, and where I live there is near to no sun- let alone giant windows behind my bed.

My eyes adjust to my surroundings and I find gold on my right, it glistens in the light as a golden sketchbook floats above it. Thats not my handwriting. It’s too neat to be mine. I reach out as far as I can to try and get the book, this bed feels like it’s pulling me in like quick sand the comfort is so addictive. I stretch as far as I can without getting out the bed. “Are you okay love?” His voice startles me, I must look like a complete idiot because I tumble out the bed and nearly hit my head on the book stand. He laughs at me, but he walks toward me. The sun shining on his beautiful face, every detail highlighted in the sun, his dark blue eyes- I could stare at them for days. His chocolate brown hair, so curly and cute in small braids that frame his face so perfectly. His smile- his teeth- it kills me how attractive he is and how dumb I am. I’m even more of an idiot because I have made him stand there in-front of me for so long. Arm outstretched waiting for me. “Are you okay love?” I feel bad for making him repeat it but that word sounds so beautiful coming out of his lips ‘love’ I think I’m in love. As he pulls me up I’m suddenly at his chest. His had up my back and his arm stroking mine. “How are you feeling? Your arm is looking better. Does your back still hurt?” I don’t remember anything that happened or why I got hurt- to be honest if I was lost with him I would forget everything.

My eyes drift to the golden book as I drift back to reality. What am I doing here? His hand caresses my face and my eyes drift back to him- his eyes. And I start to forget what I was looking for. “Where am I?” I manage to say. The doors slam behind him and my eyes drift again. The book is covered in co-ordinates. I recognise them from camping with my dad. Their my co-ordinates. To my house. This isn’t my house. His hand holds my face once again and he pulls me closer- I didn’t think we could get any closer. “It’s okay love, no need to worry” he says once again. His voice is like an automated message thats here to comfort me- it’s working. But I ask again.“Where am I?”

The room goes black…

So I had a coconut Tasted like a coconut I had a carrot And it tasted like a vegetable But thats not it I had salt And it tasted salty But I knew I was crazy when I tasted a lemon IT WAS SWEET So I tried a lime But it tasted fresh

Moral of the story don’t eat fruit They are creepy..