Tormented-Angel26

"Honestly, I just don't care" Should I cry because you left? You destroyed my car, you trashed my house, and you hurt my best friend. Should I scream because I'm alone? You killed my goldfish, you ruined my X-Box 360, and you swore infront of my little brother. Should I drop to my knees and beg you to come back? You scratched my favorite CDs, you hacked my computer, and you tore my favorite t-shirt. While you think I'm crying myself asleep, I'm going to have the time of my life. I'm going to hang out with the people you made me leave. I'm not going to ackowledge your picture that's pinned to my mirror. 'Cuz honestly,

 The table shook as my fist made contact with the connected chair. Twenty pairs of wide eyes watched me. I scanned the room, searching for any sign of hope. None. Not even a sliver of it in someones eyes. My nails dug into the leather skin of the chair, shredding it. One man lifted himself out of a chair and drifted towards me. "You have to understand something. This mission is danger-" "I don't care! He is going to hurt her again! I can't let that happen!" My voice bounced off of the walls. I shook with anger, and I was ready to run out of here myself. I wasn't going to let him hurt her again. Not like last time. "She is not of importa

 There was a chill in the air. Snow was beginning to fall and cover the ground in a white blanket. The sky was turning dark, leaving only a trail of golden stars. The rickety, old car shuddered as it came to a slow stop. Beams of light bounced off the windshield. The side door shot open, and Clay stumbled out. His wild eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of Loki. Nothing. He scowled and turned to face the cop car. A gasp of shock left his dry lips. Azazel stood before him, swords in hand. His piercing blue eyes watched Clay, keeping him frozen to his spot. Cold wind whipped around the two men. "Where is she?!" Clay yelled, hi

 Lights danced across the drunken streets of Las Vegas, Nevada. People sway and topple onto the concrete roads. A flashy club came into view. Its occupants were pressed together in mindless moves. A small room rested near the back, it being the source of the lights and hypnotizing music. The woman inside was leaning back in her leather chair, a laptop on her desk. The lazer-like lights bounced off of the neon walls. Golden orbs scanned the laptop screen, waiting. The small building vibrated as the music's volume was increased. The door burst open and a tall, wide eyed man stumbled inside. His neon green hair stood up in a mohawk, giving his

I am thankful for the bluest of oceans That remind me of a second home. I am thankful for my mom's stuffed turkey And mashed potatoes with gravy. I am thankful for John Mayer who keeps Me relaxed when I'm stressed. I am thankful for strawberry bubblegum That reminds me of my favorite song. I am thankful for my life that God Gave to me.

-Choices Over Revenge- I could hear voices coming at me. Voices telling me to eliminate Logan. To take his life. People were screaming for his death. They wanted revenge. They wanted him to suffer in the most horrible of ways. What should I do? He's my brother, my family. Yes, Logan has done a lot of bad things in his rule, but I couldn't do it. He is my only family. People may say that the kingdom is my family, but it isn't the same. They weren't the ones I grew up with. They didn't catch me when I fell out of a tree. They didn't tell me stories of marvelous adventures or insane creatures. They weren't there for me when my mother died. "

-No Face- Hide your lies, Hide your fake Words. Don't speak, Don't talk. Don't say A word. You're cruel, You're a Fake. Don't look, Don't hear. You don't Know a thing. You're a person Hiding behind A ghostly mask. You have no Heart. You have no Face. -Your Ego- You think you're cool. You think Everyone knows you. You think you're Funny. The funny thing is All I see Is a rude, And disrespectful Child. Not everyone knows you, And not everyone Likes you. All I see Is your ego And your Attitude. You aren't cool. Not everyone Knows you. All I see Is your ego.

"Worst-Case Scenario" The lights flickered as the elevator came to a sudden halt. Alyx turned to face her best friend, Scarlet, only to see a look of terror filling her dark eyes. She took a step towards the doors and attempted to pull them open. A sharp pain buzzed down Alyx's arm, and she fell back. Blood dripped down from her broken nails and landed on the stained floor. She glanced at Scarlet, who was now sitting in the corner, rocking back-and-forth. Alyx knelt down in front of her terrified friend and spoke. "It's going to be alright." Scarlet let out a breath of air, making the air smell of chocolate and onions. Alyx stood up, her h

-Alone in Wonderland- Chapter 5: 'Where am I?' I gasped as a sudden cold rush hit my bare arms. In about two seconds, I was standing (barely) in the middle of a forest. Leaves of orange and red fluttered to the ground like butterfly wings. An almost peaceful feeling made me smile. But where was I? A floral air drifted into the air, making me smile. The smell was wonderful, calming. A nearby waterfall caught my attention. "This place is so beautiful. I just wish I knew where I was," Colors suddenly began to flash through the air, my smile growing wider. "Wow," I gasped, now feeling so free. Wait, why does it feel like I'm being watched? M

 -Ideal Perfection- Blonde hair, Blue eyes. The ideal perfection For one man. No disabled people, No sickness. Just perfection. Death Rises like A burning flame. The ideal perfection: No war, And No more battles. Yet, We always begin them. We always shed blood. No others Will break Our perfect cities. So, Push back and enslave The different people. The ones With colored skin, Or disabilities. They don't belong. So, They must follow Our rules. The thing is, There is no such thing As the ideal perfection.