thread starter Useless May 27 2009
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| This story is not sick and twisted, But instead, full of joy. This story is about the young girl, Who fell in love with a boy. Thing's won't go well. I could see him, from the corner of my eyes, staring right at me. I could have sworn he was calling my name. "Nicole..." I kept on hearing over and over. Him calling my name brought joy to my heart, a joy that I had never felt before. Whenever I turned to him, he would look away. Whenever I would look away, he would stare. But, he wasn't one of those creepy people, that you don't want to look at, and you don't want them to look at you. He was about six feet tall, with a strong built physique. He had blue eyes, dark brown hair. Or was it black? Whatever it was, it looked good. I was wearing a white shirt with long sleeves, the sleeves went below my hands. They looked pretty to me, though, and to Seth, I'm sure. Since I did not know his name, I called him Seth. We often talked, but I never caught his name. We enjoyed dinner together that the waiter brought up to our rooms, we drew on the walls like little kids. We did many silly things, that grown-ups usually don't do. We were both very deeply in love. Nothing could separate us. Except... I hated the night time. That's when the waiter would come back up to my room. He would tell me to swallow something small, that resembled a candy. He said it was for my own good. I did as he told me. A few moments later, I could not see Seth in the corner of my eyes. The food that Seth ate was actually spilled on the ground. And what about those drawings we made? Where were they? When did they replace the walls with cushions? Why did they criss-cross my arms, and tie them behind my back? I never understood any of those questions, and just lay there, on the ground, wondering where Seth had gone, in my room, in the Westpoint Asylum. |