Post by Zander Alesnia on Dec 16, 2010 21:35:03 GMT -4
IFLIFE'SSOFAIR
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Zander stared at the screen, eyes blurred with tears. No way was he going to share Mel. Especially not with the boy who did so much to hurt him. He looked around the room, empty, no one. Good, he didn’t want anyone to see him cry. He pulled his knees to his chest. Why-how could anyone suggest something like that? That’s stupid. The chat moved before his eyes. He’d have to inform Mel that he was not okay. He hit a few keys and then enter. Nothing. He then capitalized the same thing and hit enter. An immediate response this time. Mel asked what would Zander be sharing. Zander clarified that he was not going to share Mel. It didn’t take long for Mel to take it wrong. Zander whimpered a little, typing fast trying to clarify. He was at a loss of words. He lost this battle. He was gone, thrown out like week old Chinese food. Zander sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
Mel had tried to convince him. Zander wasn’t going to take the bait. Aoi had said something about not hating him but, Zander just ignored it. He bit his bottom lip. NO! He was not going to let it happen. A low growl emitted from his throat as he smashed his fist against a near-by window. The glass shattered easily under his fist, splintering into his hands. Zander let out a loud scream of pain. Tears burst from his eyes. Not in sadness but, in pain now. He quickly jumped from his bed, knocking his lap top on the floor. Blood leaked across his hand. The crimson liquid snaking it’s way around his arms. Zander fell to his knees, crawling to the corner.
He braced the bloody hand between his bare torso and plaid blue pants. Blood seeped into the blue fabric, quickly turning it red. Blood smeared across his torso. He just sat there crying, quietly. His brain waved in and out of consciousness. Zander’s vision went black but, was soon taken over by an old memory.
”Zander! Wake up! Time for school!” Zander grumbled and rolled over. “ZANDER!” was a louder scream by his ear. Zander jumped and backed up quickly against the wall, on his bed. There, a crazy-eyed lady holding a glass vase high above her head, ready to strike. “I’m awake mom, I’m awake.” he whimpered. “Didn’t look like it.” the women went to strike. Just before the vase hit him, Zander was drawn back to consciousness by the knocking of the door. His face wet with tears. He went to move towards the door but the searing pain in his right arm stopped him. Zander meant to say ‘come in’ but, it turned out to be a bunch of jumbled speech.
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WHY DOROSESHAVETHORNS?
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WHY DOROSESHAVETHORNS?
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