Did I cross the line? I dont know, you never said
Did I cross the line? You didn’t draw one in the sand
Did I cross the line? All I see is in red and gray
Did I cross the line? You said I made so many mistakes
Did I cross the line? You say it scares you, what it takes
Did I cross the line? Maybe I’ll never know
Did I cross the line? All the bodies are turning cold
Earth This world Spins around again We live our lives But never find our peace We all have so many opinions But never change things that really matter We have things in common but never enough We say we love, but always seem to judge Do our words matter, if we don’t try to understand? Do actions mean a thing, if the meaning is a lie? Do we really love and care, through all our selfish double meanings? Do we really deserve to be on this world we’re destroyed without thought? Or are the things we stand for, something we never stood for at all? They say us humans are supposed to walk a line; between the good and evil. I have never even seen that line; much less someone trying to find or walk it. This abyss of color and the lack of it has no clear rules, no rescrictions on beliefs. So what are we, in this place of gradiants and grays? Are we the sinners or the saints?
“Who broke the fridge?”
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Mrs. Broden.
“…somebody broke the fridge?”
“How does one even d o that??”
“It was probably Amber.”
“Nu uh. It was definitely Kyle.”
“Me?! I’ve been here in the living room the whole day!”
“You’re telling me you didn’t get snacks?”
“Chips! From the cupboard! It was probably Cody.”
“Me? Dude I just got back.”
“He did, I saw him.”
“Sasha..?”
“She’s literally not even here.”
They all went quiet, staring at eachother.
Duke stood up from where he was leaning against the wall, “I need to confess, I did it. Amber, could you pass me the wine?”
They all stared at him, mouths open. He was the quietest, most well behaved one out of all of them.
Mrs. Broden even seemed shocked, “Duke? Well I can’t say I was expecting that. How did that happen?”
Duke rubbed the back of his neck, “sledding?”
“…what do you m e a n sledding???” Cody sounded absolutely baffled.
“Me and my friends went sledding in it at 04:00 this morning.”
“Like… in the fridge?” Amber asked.
“Yeah…”
“Huh.”
Everyone seemed to share the same sediment.
“We ran into a tree.”
“Ow.”
“Yeah I was in the back though so at least I didn’t go face first into it.”
They stared at him again, seeming like everything they knew was a lie.
“Wait did you ask for wine earlier?”
“It was a joke! One of my friends dared me.”
“Suuuuurrrre.”
P.S. The may or may not be based on a story my dad told me of when him and his friends took my grandmas fridge and sledded in it down the hill at my grandparents house. It’s a literal mountain with telephone poles all the way down. (They didn’t run into anything besides a small-ish rock somehow. How does one steer a fridge??) The fridge actually still works too, it’s used for sodas (and beer) in my father’s garage now. I didn’t realize the sledding thing was supposed to be a secret until I mentioned it to my grandmother and she was very confused. I also got a “you weren’t suppossed to tell her that!” Oops.
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Friends? No. They were brothers. Maybe it started out as friends, but by the time they were both 20 they were closer than they were to their blood siblings.
They would follow each other anywhere.
And maybe… maybe that should have been a clue.
Lucas would have killed for Derek. Derek would have lived for Lucas. Those are both very different but so similar concepts.
If everything else in the world crashed and burned, Derek would continue living if Lucas was there.
If everyone in the world was against Derek, Lucas would kill them all if he had to.
When Derek got hurt, by his girlfriend, no less, Lucas lost it.
Lucas was seeing white he was so angry. He was ready to hurt Derek’s girlfriend, the hospital staff that kept him under a coma for now, and even Derek’s parents for not being there all of the time.
Lucas’ not-so-slowly became extremely revengeful, even though most of the things he was getting mad about things that weren’t the person’s fault.
One day Derek woke up to find that not only had his girlfriend intentionally hurt him, but his best friend, his brother, was in jail. Derek didn’t even know what to do.
Apparently he had just lost it when a nurse had told his parents he still wasn’t getting much better. Lucas had been so mad at the fact that the parents who rarely visited their own son in the hospital, and the fact that Derek hadn’t gotten better, and it all just tipped him over the edge.
Now Derek had to visit his best friend in jail, and would only be able to visit him in jail, for the next three years. Apparently ramming into a doctor on purpose, and decking Derek’s dad, was against the law. (Derek was not amused)
And as my little sister cried, I too, wept. They tried to take out freedom, our feelings, our dreams. My sister would not know of what I see. All she would know is I would protect her until all i see, is dark hell monsters, coming for me.
I would not let them put us in such a debt. I would do anything to keep together the seams, I will hide and pull my sister to me, After all I am her older brother, I will protect her, ‘till I bleed.
‘Till I bleed so much I can no longer move, And would take a lot for me to approve, That she is safe, cared for, and it is the right move. For now, we hide, later we remove, Ourselves from this place where we snooze.
Reality is rigid, that much, she knows, It doesn’t bend, doesn’t twist, it just seems to flow. But as the sky turns yellow, and the people turn green, She starts to wonder, just what, have I seen? Reality or dreams which contort and shift, It all just seems like a plot with twists. As dreams turn to reality, and reality into dreams, Everything falls apart, tearing at the seams. It then falls away, like ashes or snow, Reality is distorted, that much, she knows.
“Where are we?”
Dyra didn’t receive an answer, not that she was expecting one, and looked across the weird island she was on. The eager Dutch Shepherd looked up at her, awaiting her signal.
She glanced over the island again, and seeing no threats, she gave the signal with a quick, “Patrol.”
The Shepherd took off, tearing across the island before running around the whole thing on the sand. After two laps, and checking around the few trees there were, the dog came back and Dyra gave her a treat.
“Did you find anything that caught your attention?” Dyra asked as she stepped out of the tattered life boat, “It doesn’t look like there could be much to find.”
The Dutch shepherd just barked, and trotted to the opposite end of the small island, looking back to make sure her human companion was following.
Dyra laughed lightly, “I’m coming, Jazz. Let me grab my knife.”
Jazz waited dutifully, and wagged her tail in excitement when Dyra followed. They made it to the other side within 45 seconds. Dyra was moving carefully, confused as to why Jazz was so adamant about her going over there.
As Dyra kept her guard up, walking across the hot sand, all she could think about was the younger siblings that she had left on the mainland when she had gone on a fishing boat. The pay wasn’t worth it. At least she had Jazz.
The swirling pool of cooler had Dyra absolutely flabbergasted. Jazz ran around it, barking playfully.
“Jazz,” Dyra hissed in fear, “Come here.”
Jazz bounded over, but tilted her head in confusion as she sensed the terror and uncertainty in Dyra’s scent.
Dyra backed up slowly, but Jazz just stared at her, refusing to going farther from the pond.
“Jazz, that isn’t… that isn’t something to play with.”
Jazz glanced at her human, and back to the pond. The pool of water swirled faster and roared a ancient sounding melody, bleeding dark colors into the sand.
Jazz took a step towards the pool and Dyra screeched in terror as the colors quickly moved towards the shepherd through the sand.
Within seconds Jazz was back at Dyra’s side, concerned. Dyra grabbed the back of Jazz’s harness and sprinted as fast as possible back to the boat. Jazz tried to pull and get out of her grip, turning towards the pool of darkness. She even growled, but Dyra would rather die out here than let her best, and currently only, friend to be taken away from her.
She hooked Jazz’s harness to the tether in the middle of the life boat and pushed it off of the sand as quickly as possible. Dyra jumped onto the boat and started rowing away from the sand as quickly as possible. The few trees seemed to disintegrate right before her eyes as the darkness swallowed it up. As soon as she was about four yards from the island, it disappeared. Along with the dark reds and blacks that had been swallowing up the sand, trees and water.
As soon as the island was out of view, Jazz stoped growling and whined briefly before falling over.
“Jazz!” Dyra was at her dog’s side within a second.
Jazz seemed to come-to, and stood up, shaking herself off. Her eyes were back to their normal dark brown, no longer the bright amber color Dyra hadn’t even thought of before.
“Oh, how I miss the mainland,” Dyra said desperately, staring out into the sea as she held her dog close.
The waves crash off of the silver rocks at the bottom of the cliff, but aren’t heard by anyone but the silent birds waiting in anticipation.
The stormy horizon, promising rain, thunder and maybe even hail, was beautiful. The light blues, dark grays, and the shades in between all blended together. The clouds melted with the sky, as did the end of the sea. There was no distinct outline. No beginnings. No ends. The sky was a perfect blend of color.
An abandoned town lay in ruins on the edge of the island. The originally dark stone rocks now covered in vines and moss, crumbling more everyday from erosion. The roofs were no more, just as the furniture that used to sit in the small houses were now non-existent.
The cliff, high above the town, had the most life on it. Birds and a few squirrels were the only inhabitants, but there were plants everywhere, unlike down near the ruined town.
Soon, the rain would start to fall, the lightning strike, and the hail sting the earth. But, until that moment, it was total, and utter, peace.
