A/N: Please read Chapter 1 before moving ahead to this chapter. Thanks.
After I finished up menulis my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick bulu and meat. I spot a plump turkey. anda don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened pisau in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head halaman awal to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her maple chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the maple is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I api another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the bagasi, batang of the pohon I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do anda want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into anda again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do anda need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an panah at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the panah out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do anda mind catching makan malam for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, tampilkan evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like anda catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did anda dare call me?"
After I finished up menulis my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick bulu and meat. I spot a plump turkey. anda don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened pisau in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head halaman awal to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her maple chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the maple is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I api another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the bagasi, batang of the pohon I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do anda want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into anda again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do anda need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an panah at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the panah out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do anda mind catching makan malam for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, tampilkan evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like anda catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did anda dare call me?"
I was kidnapped oleh a horrible demon.It kill everyone I knew so no one would try to rescue my me.It rapes me everytime it can.Its busy killing people that pindah in the house im in the basement..
well under the basement theres a cave.I'm not goingto joke the demon is pretty hot but still.He brings me little food to keep me "fit".He loves me he says,but he lies.I lie awake thinking of how to escape.I'm scared let proud at myself for no reason.My Life is hell most of the time.When your life is terrible anda never think your good anda think your worthless.You feel fake,never like a real person.
So Analisa and I walked slowly through her village. I looked around as we walked and everyone looked very happy and cheerful. I was very confused. "Shouldn't they be sad?" I asked. "NOT happy-go-lucky?" Analisa chuckled and replied. " There is no need to be sad. For we have food, shelter, and each other." I felt very bad. Just a few hours yang lalu I had yelled at my mom for getting mad at me and ran outside. I started to cry again. I sat in the zamrud, emerald green grass,we had walked into a field,
Analisa asked "What is wrong?" I replied "I want to go home" Analisa berkata "That would be easier if I knew where anda lived. Anyways, we need anda here. anda cannot leave. I'm very sorry." That didn't help me at all. I layed down on the soft rumput and cryed my eyes out.
Analisa asked "What is wrong?" I replied "I want to go home" Analisa berkata "That would be easier if I knew where anda lived. Anyways, we need anda here. anda cannot leave. I'm very sorry." That didn't help me at all. I layed down on the soft rumput and cryed my eyes out.
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my friends were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my friends to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My friends have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a pohon and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. selanjutnya thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale atau some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life atau the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life atau changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.