Season One

Helia's P.O.V

I sat there in the rumput waiting for you. I know it’s been two years since anda have ran away from everything anda ever knew, but I still hope for that hari anda come home. I know anda ran away to protect yourself, but I wish anda would have told us why anda left. So I found out for myself, and I now know anda left because if anda didn’t anda would have been killed. I just hope wherever anda are that anda are happy. Also I just want anda to know that no matter what I will always cinta anda even if anda have to pindah on. I know the hari will come when I get to see anda again even though I know...

In Flora's P.O.V

It's been a tahun since we broke up, and even though I’m not there with anda know I still hurt too. The thought of that night still haunts because anda choose her over me and I really thought that anda loved me. I guess I was wrong. As I sit back and think about last homecoming where I thought I was supposed to be your tanggal to the dance after the game; yet, I was wrong anda went to the game with her and kissed her right in front of my eyes. I was cheering on the field, but anda sat there ciuman her on our 3rd anniversary. I ignored it because when I looked away to dry my eyes and...

P.O.V

One tahun yang lalu was halloween 2012 and it was the hari a group of friends went into the haunted house on Mulberry Lane, but only twelve of the thirteen came out when a blood curdling scream sent them running out of the shabby old house on the corner. They were so scared when a week later the police investigated the house only to find traces of her blood on the floor on the long hallway upstairs. Now a tahun later those twelve have decided to come back to see if they can find little old me. They thought I wouldn’t survive in this house since bunga need light to grow, but they were right...

Dry lightning cracks across the skies. Those storm clouds gather in her eyes. Her daddy was a mean old mister. Mama was an malaikat in the ground. The weather man called for a twister. She prayed blow it down

It was March 1st. I should have been happy that it is my birthday, but how could I when everything around me is a wreck. I wish I could just cry away the pain from all this misery. I look out my bedroom window and I see lightning strike a pohon down. I feel the pain of the tree, and I cannot help it; however, I don’t feel any lebih pain that I previously did. I wish my mom was still around....