UrAqTpie143 posted a quote
October 13, 2012 12:00am UTC
WITTY My best friend's sister has cancer, called Lymphoma. She had a heart infection when she was 11, and got a new heart, but the medicine she took gave her the cancer. After she got off the kemo, the medicine stopped working for her and she lost her pulse for almost an hour 2 times. Now, they took her off all of the medicine and they are waiting for her to die... now my best friend doesn't believe there is any hope. Please one <3 = one prayer.
Hey, Remember Me? The one you told all of your problems to? The one that would show up to your house with no warning just cause I was bored? Remember that day in kindergarden; pajama day; when we became best friends? That was about 10 years ago... and now you treat me like a stranger. I know it's hard for you, but you used to tell me all your problems and I helped you, but now you just don't seem to care anymore.. </3 i miss my bestfriend... #venting
Alone Chapter 1 I wanted to tell you so badly, more than anything, but I was too scared. I was scared of getting beaten, just like you would with my brother Michael and my mother Jillian, even my new step father Andrew. I was desperate to find my way out of this jumbled up disaster I would like to call; My Life. I walked up stairs to hear a loud crash, possibly coming from my room. I walk upstairs to witness my father, Robert, tackling Michael to the ground. My brother looked as if he were to pass out, bruised in every visible part of his bare body. I sprinted to my dark bathroom, accented with white pearl, and I sobbed. I sobbed and screamed, blinded by my tears. Finally, my brother had enough, socked my father in the face, and ran to my mom's house. I remember his last words at dad's house: "I hate you. Marissa, good luck in this death trap" and walked away. If only I could be as strong as him. My father came downstairs, red and sweaty, looking like he just ran a marathon. He slammed the door behind him and smoked in his room, and I sat in that house... All Alone. The police showed up. Four of the cars. My face was hot pink and full of fear. My father and I talked to Officer Corr, asking many questions to us, and observing our answers scribing them carefully in his notebook. My father lied and lied and lied, and I wanted to say something about it more than anything in the whole world, but I was too afraid. I'm not exactly sure of what I was affraid of with the police surrounding him, but I was worried. I ran upstairs crying into my Cinderella pillow and texted my mom through my iPod. She wanted to pick me up from that death hole incredibly badly, yet she couldn't kidnap me. It was my choice whether to stay or leave my father. At the moment, I couldn't move, I was shaking so much. I had to stay, atleast until he calmed down. Atleast I got to see my mother the next day, but Robert was f u r i o u s . (comment if you want me to continue! was bored and decided to write this:) this is a true story about my family! i would love to keep writing it! xo<3 UrAqTpie143!)