_~Avery~_

Blood scattered across my clothes as I continued to hit at the creature. It screamed repeatedly, its horrible screeches making my body shake. How dare it scream like it deserves a chance to live?

It doesn’t.

I continue to beat it do death. I punched it over and over again before grabbing the knife off the counter. I should have done this earlier. Anya would never see it coming.

Oh, ...

My hand finds its way back to the shallow pocket in the front of my jeans, pulling out yet another lemon flavored coughdrop. As I remove it from its white and blue wrapper, my breath burns my throat.

The wrapper joins the accumulation of others in my back pocket as I pop the drop into my mouth. Walking down the street, I can’t tell if that bitter taste is from the candy or this sickening worry ...

I held her hand tight

And I wasn’t ever letting go

A dream long abandoned

Now becoming true

I am her’s

And she is mine

To face the world together

Always side by side...

I held her hand tight, and I wasn’t ever letting go, though it may mean my own demise. We walked together into the street, revealing our courtship which was scaldalous and all but forbidden, but we cared not. The heart, as they say, wants what it wants.

We received glares from passers by and let them roll off our backs as the rain does a duck’s. We only had eyes for each other and hardly notice...

I held her hand tight

And I wasn't ever letting go

Because last time I did

She left me without hope

Of a day when I could smile

And nod, and call her “my sister”

Of a day when I would proudly proclaim

That she was my father’s daughter

I held her hand tight

But through her skin I felt her spite

The internal sign

Of my love that she did not requite

I would give her the world

And part of heaven ...

He could make it, just a little more, just an inch. He winced at the pain the movement caused him. But she was there, just a reach away.

“Please” he begged his voice cracking, 

Rain poured from the sky, water mixing with blood. Just a bit more. Finally, His hand grasped hers, this time no matter what.

No matter what happened he would hold on to her like he hadn’t been brave enough to do before. ...

I held her hand tight, and I wasn't ever letting go. Because for the first time in my whole life, I felt seen by someone. I didn't feel used for my kindness.

No, Ella saw me for more than this. She understands the way my brain works, and my heart beats. She got me. Not Finn, the nice and friendly man. But the little boy trapped inside this grown-up body.

The boy who needs love and reassurance.

...

I held her hand tight, and I wasn’t ever letting go. I brushed my thumb against her callused hand. We were pushed up against a brick wall, my body covering hers. Tears escaped her beautiful brown eyes and trickled their way down her freckled face. I wondered how it is that she can look so breathtaking even through the midst of horror.

Another shot boomed in the distance and Jocey flinched...

your hands are soft when they

wrap around my shoulder,

your palms smooth with lines i know inside and

out

like your soul, turning over in my fingertips until

every crease is committed to memory

memories we made that fill my mind like our camera roll

photo reel

and we will watch as “1 year ago today”

turns into “2”

then “3”

then “4”

until our apartment is in the heart of a city just

waiting

for...

tears drip from her dark eyes as the flames consume us. she looks as hopeless as i feel, but i can never let it show. if i give up, me the strong one, the stubborn one, the one that wont let even death kill me, if i gave up earlier she would already be six feet under, next to all the other people we have lost for nothing. the flames dance around my boot heels, catching fire to my skirts, but we ca...