Hi, Sierra* posted a quote
November 11, 2014 1:20pm UTC
I've relived that moment every day since it happened..and it's so hard to determine what's real and what's not anymore. It seems like a dream, but it was real. I just keep wishing, and wishing I'll wake up from this nightmare. But it never happens.. No matter how many times I pinch.
Hi, Sierra* posted a quote
November 10, 2014 3:52pm UTC
Me: *Walks forward to talk to teacher* *Walks in front of Josh* Me: Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there. Josh: *totally serious* Just walk right in front of me, how brilliant. Me: Wow wish I was rude. It's people like this who make people feel bad for being good. People like this who create victims. They make people feel bad even though they did nothing wrong and mentally train them to cowardice. Just saying.
Question game! Who Am I? Name: Danielle Age: 17 Height: 5'6" Relationship status: single Birthday: August 25th Favorite color: Red.. Green... Yellow.... Favorite bands: SOAD, ITM, AS, IM, SWS, RHCP, FIR, PATD, omg so many Favorite movie: The Persuit of Happiness Last movie watched: Maze Runner Favorite book: The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Divergent, The readheaded princess, Brian's Hunt. Last book read: MockingJay # of siblings: 3-5 # of pets: 1 dog Best school subject: English Mac or PC? Either Cell phone type: Android Current shirt color: Gray/Blue Gamer? Depends.. which game?! Day or night? Both. Probably night. Summer or winter? Fall. Most-visited website? Witty Celebrity crushes: Ian Somerhalder, Emma Stone, Norman Reedus, Robert Downey Jr, Brandon Urie<3
She saw the blood from her head drip onto her hand and began to let out soft cries. She wanted to scream but she knew she must tolerate the pain enough not to scream, otherwise she would risk being struck again. Six year old Noelle had no idea what she did wrong, but she was really sorry. She struggled to her feet and crept up the stairs, quietly counting every step as if they were the sheep she counted at night. One step, two, three, four––BANG! She wasn’t quiet enough. “Stop crying, f*cking brat!” Norman walked away. He was the worst. Noelle struggled to stand up again, she fought to swallow her tears. Not just because of the pain, but because Norman knocked the tooth out of her mouth and she couldn’t find it. She really really, really wanted to see the tooth fairy. Noelle arrived in her room and reached under her bed for her doctors kit that she got for christmas. A bunch of toy supplies in a paper Costco bag labeled “Dr. Noelle." She opened it briskly and reached for the dentists mirror. As she stared at her tiny reflection she could see the blood run over the bruises on her face, occasionally intertwining with her tears. She lifted up her shirt and counted seven. Seven spots of blue and black torture. Mother would call it an accident. I wondered what kind of accident would hurt me with 7 spots. Mother was really good and making up stories.
I hate how I am becoming so numb. I hate how the strangers around me are becoming so numb. My friends and my family--numb. We were all young once, and we may have grown, changed, became different... But one thing hasn't changed-- Purity. And I don't understand how our grasp and perception of its definition has changed, because it hasn't. The meaning is still the same. We just became numb...
It was dark, but I could still see her just from the way she whispered. I imagined the way her lips moved when she pronounced “Be quiet.” And I was quiet—though my mind wasn’t, because all I could think about was if her eyes were open so that even the darkness could see the beauty of her face in full feature. I loved her, if only she knew.
The diminishing of blue in the air occurs. I am left to sit in bleak and dismal empitness where The pictures are turning white, The fridge needs to be stocked, And there is no food in the cabinets. Where are the books to my shelf? The newspapers are blank, And I am alone. The diminishing of just being in the air occurs. I am left to sit in total empiness Because the world is becoming empty, too.