I buried the body deep in the ground far out of view and far from the town.
No one will find her, or that is my hope. Maybe I should have put her in the moat.
It started out innocent and that was my wish, but true tail can’t be told for forbidden is this.
For now I return to claim all my glories. I pray she won’t be found. Even the dead tell stories.
the blinding brightness was there with me every step of the way unforgiving light never ceasing always blinding me no escape
but after five never ending years i am given a second of pitch black peace and in this moment i relish in my thoughts
no one can see nobody is watching not a person knows that i am finally breathing as i enjoying this as only a fleeting moment
the dawn burns melting away my only glimps of hope into a future
but the light is unforgiving as i beg for a moonlit dusk
I remember the sun An improable dream Too good to be true I knew I shouldn’t believe
When I realized it was fake I couldn’t stop dreaming But that was a mistake
I let myself look for any sign That it would be true again I let my self find
It was in every smile In every word said It made me belive You were more than a friend
Now know I’m wrong But I’ll never heal Because I let myself think It was all becoming real
as we lay below the stars i start to think they could be ours but the whole world keeps us apart is that why you broke my heart
now as we lay below the stars i still want it to all be ours
even if the feeling scars even if we are apart even if you broke my heart even if i broke your heart
I saw our love All those years ago Through my looking glass With a little hope And I held your hand And it felt nice I had no doubts I paid the price I met someone And my heart changed And being with you Is now an acting game And now our love Is in the past I see my heart So in half I saw our love
“Sadie, get up! Confessional interviews start in twenty minutes and I’ve got to get you looking ready to face the camera!”
I awoke with a start. Confessional interviews? I don’t think I have any of those on my todo list today. I think that’s probably better than my actual todo list which consists of writing an essay for my government class, studying for my math test, and reading 100 pages in a book that I hate, but of course, I don’t get to decide.
“Sadie, I’m serious! The producers are going to be mad at both of us if you’re not there for the interview on time. Of course, they’ll take it out on me and not you, but it doesn’t look good for either of us. We have a schedule to keep here!”
“Umm…Okay,” I respond, not knowing what else to say. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“I sure hope you will be!”
I walk over to my closet, except the closet in front of me is not mine. Thinking I’m in what must be a pretty cool dream, I pick out a cute outfit and walk over to the mirror to check it out.
That’s when it hits me.
I don’t look anything like me. I look like Sadie Wilde, my favorite contestant on the hottest new reality show, Villa of Love. Pretty cool dream, I think to myself again.
“Sadie, what are you doing in there?”
“I’m coming,” I say as I walk out the door.
“Oh thank goodness you’re already dressed. Sit down, let me do your hair and makeup.”
“Thank you…,” I pause as if waiting for a name.
“Thank you what?”
“What’s your name?,” I ask.
“Sadie, what is going on with you this morning. I’m Ash, I’ve been doing your hair and makeup every day now for weeks!”
“I’m sorry, I guess dream me doesn’t know that,” I say, laughing.
Ash looks at me, confused before responding.
“Sadie Wilde, this isn’t a dream.”
“It must be,” I reply. “I’m not Sadie Wilde. I’m Sadie Somer.”
“Stop messing with me before I burn you with this curling iron by mistake,” Ash says, looking genuinely worried.
“I’m not messing with you,” I respond.
She looks at me for a minute and then a look of realization passes across her face.
“You’re actually telling the truth, you’re not Sadie Wilde! You’re just some look alike. Where is she?”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” I say in a panic. “I don’t look like Sadie Wilde, at least not usually. I’m only 16!”
“Then how’d you end up in her body?!”
“I don’t know!”
Before I can finish saying what I wanted to, one of the producers of the show storms into the makeup room. She yells at Ash and grabs my arm, pulling me down the hallway as she lectures me about the importance of being on time for live confessional sessions. Before I know it, I’m sitting on a couch and there are ten cameras filming my every move.”
“Hey, Sadie! How are you feeling this morning?” A voice from the loud speaker asks.
“I’m honestly terrified right now,” I respond.
“Oh, are you that worried about Ashley trying to steal Josh right out from under you?” the voice asks.
“Umm…yeah. That’s definitely it,” I say, remembering that I have to respond as if I’m an actual contestant on the show.
“That’s strange,” the voice replies. “You’ve never seemed like the nervous type. How are you feeling about the elimination tonight?”
“I hope Ashley gets eliminated,” I respond, trying to sound convincing.
“There’s the Sadie we know and love!” the voice exclaims. “That’s all the time we have for today!”
My vision goes black.
I wake up in my own room and I look like myself in the mirror. It was just a dream, I think. I knew it wasn’t real. I go to turn on the TV so I can watch the real Sadie Wilde’s morning confessional on Villa of Love, but when I look into her eyes and hear her responses, I only see myself.
willow girl under the tree I watch you weep and I wonder why do you cry under the tree in this lovely place that’s so serene did someone hurt you are you unloved or is it silly like loosing a glove oh willow girl I hope you know that I am watching you’re not alone come take my hand and let us run away from the willow and into the sun
Ada Parsons stepped onto the boat with a large smile on her face. She had long awaited this cruise, wanting to get away from her work and spend some time for herself. The crew took her bags to her room for her, and she rushed straight to the top deck, ready to feel the sun on her face and the wind in her hair.
But then she saw her, Lenore Bowing, a girl who she had left behind years ago. Lenore’s hair was as long and black as Ada had remembered, and her eyes were the same shade of deep blue. For a moment, Ada wanted to approach her, but then she snapped out of the dream. Lenore was dead to Ada, and for good reason.
Watching them both was a third girl, Cassandra Howell, who was very shocked to see the two so close together, knowing the events that had transpired years ago, events she had caused. Cassandra had been a desperate, lovesick girl back then, one who had wanted something so badly that she had ruined it for herself by mistake. She regretted her actions, but she was still not an entirely changed person. That is why she spoke.
“Ada, Lenore,” she said. “It’s funny seeing both of you here.”
All three girls stood, in a frozen state, watching each other. Thoughts raced through their minds. Colorful memories passed silently thought their eyes as they considered wether or not to speak.
Ada looked at Cassandra, her old best friend and closest confidante. She had thought Cassandra cared for her, but years ago, she banished that thought from her mind. Tears formed in her eyes as she remembered that horrible day when she watched Cassandra kiss her love, Lenore, right in front of her eyes. Then, she looked to Lenore, still as beautiful as ever, and realized that she was still holding on, even though she had never felt more betrayed.
Lenore looked at Cassandra. She remembered their kiss. She remembered how it made her feel something she shouldn’t have. She remembered it as a lovely moment, until she remembered what had came before. Lenore cast her eyes away from Cassandra as she thought of the knife Cassandra had put up to her throat right before she had forced the kiss. Then, Lenore looked to Ada, the girl she thought she had loved. She felt guilty of course, not for kissing Cassandra, but for allowing herself to enjoy it.
Cassandra looked to Lenore, remembering the knife and the threats she had made. She regretted their kiss, not because she had forced it, but because she had never actually wanted to kiss Lenore. Cassandra looked over to Ada, her old best friend whom she had loved from the very beginning, the girl whom Cassandra would do anything to have.
The three stood there for several minutes in silence before they all mutually walked their separate ways, silently agreeing that some things were beyond repair.
Sadly, none of them understood the thoughts going through the others minds. By leaving, they never found out what could have been.
I’m never invited to parties and I really don’t understand why. I have a pretty large circle of friends and I find it hard to believe that none of them host parties. It’s sad, really, that they would purposely exclude me without a good reason, but sometimes people kind of suck.
That’s why I was pleasantly surprised to receive an invitation to Andy’s birthday bash. It was especially surprising since I haven’t even said more than a few passing words to Andy. Why he would invite me to his party, but my closest friends excluded me, I have no idea.
I walk into the party wearing a killer outfit, something fun, but not too flashy as to take the attention away from the birthday boy. It takes about ten seconds before I start to hear the whispers.
“Why’d you invite Apollo?” they ask. Didn’t you here what he did last week at Tasha’s party?”
I am beyond confused. I hadn’t gone to Tasha’s party. I hadn’t been invited to it and I’d spent the whole day tutoring some rich kid who was bad at math but refused to admit it. I’d tutored him several times before and I honestly don’t know how it all even started but it’s become a regular occurrence.
“Hey, Andy!” I exclaim. “Thanks so much for the invite.”
“Oh, Apollo!” he says. “I’m glad you’re here. Just try not to cause any trouble, some of the other guys are saying that you’ve….”
That’s when I feel it, the sudden urge.
There’s a voice in my head and it’s screaming at me. It’s telling me to fight back. It wants me to stop Andy from doubting me, to tell him that I’m not a problem, or rather to show him that he really shouldn’t mess with me. For a second, I try to fight it, but I can’t. I’m forced to give in. I make a fist and a huge bruise appear’s on Andy’s face.
“What the heck, Apollo?” Andy screams.
I punch him again. Then I walk over and start flipping over tables, making a huge mess. I pick up a bowl of punch and I dump it on some random blonde girl’s head. Then, I punch who I assume is her friend in the face so hard that I knock her out. The blonde starts crying. I laugh.
Destroying things is fun. I don’t quite understand it, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Seeing the pure horror in Andy’s eyes somehow makes my sad little heart happy again. I laugh as I walk away from the ruined party.
When I get home, I collapse on the couch but before I can fall asleep, my brother walks in the room.
“How was the party?” he asks.
“What party?” I say, confused. “I was tutoring that dumb rich kid again.”
The best part about it all is that I genuinely believe I’m telling the truth.
