A bond that will last forever. A tie that will never break. Trust built on respect and kindness. Hope when the world decides to shake. Love in our darkest moments. Acceptance when it seems no one else will. Fights that will always be resolved in the end. More than something as simple as blood or dna. A spot in your head that can only be filled by them. A safe haven in this harsh reality. The closest thing to perfection that will ever exist.
Birthdays are more nerve racking Than what most would consider fun. They say I am older But that is sure not how I feel. “You’re so much taller,” say the relatives. I nod, Getting tired of how often I hear it from my parents.
Money tumbles out of cards As I feel selfish And read the whole thing before looking at the gift. They say, “the money is in there right?” And I respond with, “yes, thank you so much. The card was beautiful by the way.”
Birthdays should be about so much more, Or at least that’s how I feel. All they make the day out to be Is a time of giving gifts. We should be celebrating the gift of life And not who gives the most money.
There are people everywhere, So much noise, They know I can’t handle this much noise. Most people in which I have only met a few times. “Family friends,” my parents say. What about my friends? What about the people I want to spend my day with?
I blow out the candles Wishing for the same thing I do every year, Although when they ask what it is I do not tell them. I know it will come true eventually. At the end of the day, I thank the universe for the help and support I have been given. I may sound selfish but I truly am thankful for the love I have been gifted throughout my life.
Before reading: This is a scene I was writing for a different book but I’ll just hope it makes enough sense...
“You time is up. Better run!” a voice yelled from behind the bushes. Why had I been so careless, especially with Gabriella and Alice with me? At this moment I hate myself and that it is me that is the reason they are after us.
“Run,” I yell to the girls. This is exactly what I knew would happen since the older kids wouldn’t let us come on the mission but now was not the time to place blame.
As we ran the fallen leaves crunched under our feet. I heard their guns click as I dragged the kids along with me. Pulling them behind a larger rock and trying to focus, I said “get down now and stay quiet.” I tried to pick up their thoughts and take control of them, but in the heat of the chaos nothing worked.
Their footsteps slowed and I knew they had to be approaching. They would kill Gabriella and Alice, taking me back to the labs where I would wish I could join their fate because death would be better than going back there... but I couldn’t let that happen.
I stood up a narrowed my thoughts to there’s. One fumbled in his pocket for an object but just as soon as I had been able to make him stop, the other grabbed the small item and clicked it on.
I fell to my knees, screaming. A pain shot through the back of my skull as if someone was stabbing me repeatedly in the head. I grasped at my neck, pinching where the base of my skull and neck meet, but the pain doesn’t reside. “Run,” I tried to choke out at the girls, but it was too late. They were already being thrown into the back of the van, putting up little fight.
They had used this on me before but before now I had never seen the source of it. They knew there was nothing they could truly do to stop me, but cause pain they could do.
One guard stepped forward about to grab me but the other grabbed his arm. “Our orders are to wait for backup when we get her. We don’t want a repeat of last time.”
“Do you hear that, you freak, there is no escape this time.” The guard taunted me as if we were back in the labs. With my last ounce of energy I grasped his conscious with my abilities and made him point the gun towards his own arm, pulling the trigger. He screamed in agony and I joined him as the other guard yet again pushed the button on small device.
“You fool! I warned you, you idiot!” The guard shouted. Their voices faded as reality retreated and the pain grew.
I grab my sister’s hand And pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump. In the moment I wait for my mass to catch the wind Praying with the deepest part of my soul That it took my sister in as well. It always did, Yet still every time I jump And she is at my side, The slightest pivot down in her flight Makes my heart do something more than just jump.
You loved me so fiercely that I burned; now, you’ll only be left with ashes.
How carefully she stood in the pile of ash, Hoping not to disrupt its peace. She wanted to hold her hand for a lifetime But now she was wishing that she had more than humanity had to offer. Her tears fell to the remains And her eyes We’re filled with a fire, That you could see was close to its death.
No one expects an angel to burn down the world.
But an angel it may now not be.
An angel is only the shadow of a demon. A shadow that represents its foregone self. An almost extinct version of which they will do anything to forget.
For all angels have nightmares of becoming what they are destined not to become. Of their wings turning black, Like a heart with no soul. Of spreading fear through the world with no care who they may hurt. Of their mind becoming lost in the illusion of power.
Power in which is gained by causing fear. For one will submit in the name of fear. One will give up when in knowing what their new leader could do.
But when they wake up, it’s all gone.
But is it, Because fear looms even when your life is considered pristine, Maybe even perfect. Interesting words to be used to describe one so ridden with fear of what they may come to be.
The fear of knowing. The fear of knowing that the enemy was once one of your own kind. Knowing, that even demons once had a light past.
A forgotten past, that is now your present.
A past that now means no more to them then the souls that they take in order to please their master.
Or the souls that they would torture in order to add to their wild hunt. The souls that would follow them for a lifetime, with no refuse. Just a “ yes master”.
All to conceal their complacent past.
A past that they are willing to burn down the world to forget.
“Allow me to demonstrate,” she said steadily. “I have no magical abilities, I am just incredibly perceptive.” Jaylen held up the math test with a bright red A+, in which everyone else had failed.
“Come one Jaylen, there has to be some secret to it.” She leaned in slightly, “if you were cheating, you know I wouldn’t tell... if you let me in on how,” Kacey said with laugh.
“You want to know my secret,” Jaylen laughed back, “study. That’s all there is to it.” Kacey frowned jokingly at Jaylen and continued to laugh as they walked to their next class.
