"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurring to concern, just the slow erosion of self, as insidious as cancer. And like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experiance; a room in he/l with only your name on the door." -Martha Manning
If you're talking to a guy that you really like But you've never met And he is talking to so many other girls besides you, because you aren't dating But he says you are 'winning' over the other girls and you don't know if you should continue to play his game what would you do?
A walk in the forest, away from Camp, always calmed me down, and released tension. The fact that I was dragging behind me a body should be irrelevant. His body was heavy. The forest around me sang with life. The owls cooed in the night, and the dragons squalled to their hatchlings. How, in the center of all that liveliness, could someone be stone dead? It didn’t matter. It was my job to make sure no one found out. The one who took action was always Rick. He was by far the sneakiest, and the deadliest, of the group. And Sophie? She is the go-getter of information. If she even has the slightest thought that you’re one of them, she will know your whole life story in minutes to find out. The mastermind of our organization put me on the job of clean up. I’ve become used to it, since I was the best at making sure things stay hidden when I don’t want them to be found. The mastermind always has jobs for us. We are always kept busy. This way, we don’t have time to ponder our motives for the things we do.
Hey so this is my idea of what a stranger woulld think of me if they saw me, enjoy! I walked into The Hub, a local coffee shop, and went up to the register to order my normal Macchiato with a pump of vanilla. I went and sat down on the couch and pulled out my phone while I waited for my order. After scrolling through Facebook for a few minutes, my name was called and I got up to get my drink. then I walked back to my place to sit. As I went, my eyes fell upon a girl in the corner of the room. Her fingers were rapidly typing at a computer, her eyes skimming the keyboard. She looked up and saw me looking at her, her black-rimmed eyes crinkling in confusion of why I was looking at her. I glanced away and went back to my spot. She went back to typing on her computer. Her short hair fell over her face on one side, and her red lipstick was stained on a coffee cup by her side. She looked like the type of girl you wanted to know, but also the kind who has a wall up to block you. She glanced up and saw me staring again, and decided to do the thing women do best- challenge me to a staring contest. She looked right into my eyes and cocked her eyebrow up, and the contest began. Her stare was too hard for me, and I eventually looked away. A smirk appeared on her face, as if to say “Ha, I won”. Now I really wanted to know her. I got up and went and sat down next to her, not too close, but also not awkwardly far away. “What are you typing?” I asked. “A story,” she said, looking at me cautiously, like she is trying to decide if I was a predator or prey. “What’s it about?” She rolled her eyes, seeming to decide that I was prey, and said “Death. And love. And life. And whatever else I decide to add to it. Are you done with the questions?” I solemnly nodded. She went back to typing, I went back to my phone.