STORIES

Taken Away

Walking down the street headed to the pizza parlor, you never expect to fall in love with your soul mate, do you?!?! I never, ever thought about meeting someone i wanted to spend the rest of my life with in the blink of an eye. i didnt ever really know what to think of love at first sight, i never really had an opinion on it before one summer day.

I was headed to the pizza shop, meeting with friends, nothing unusual. Well as i walked in i saw him, i saw the man i wanted to marry, some weird voice told me, he was my future. I was totaly freaked out by what i was feeling. I then realized it was love at first sight. i was curious, i mean he was hott, seemed funny, kool, down to earth, so i desided to go talk to him. I didnt want to scare him away so i didnt tell him about how i had a feeling we would marry. I mean it probaly wasnt true. We got to talking and he seemed really interesting, we exchanged numbers and info. we kept in touch, and eventully started dating, he kept me up some nights because all i would think about was him or the strange feelings and thoughts i was having.

We dated for about a year and a half, we were literly in love. It was just undescribalble, he was THE most amazing person i have ever met. I am still young so it seems a little weird, me falling in love so soon, but it was true, it was meant to be. I never suspected that one night he wouldn't be returning my cals or meeting me at the mall and whatnot, i thought it would last forever, i never thought the unthinkable. one night i recieved a call it basically told me that i had just lost the love of my life, forever.

He wasnt just breaking up woth me, he was leaving me in the worst way imaginalbe. I never saw him again,and i never will. He died, he left me forever and all i have is memories, i do blame the drivers that hit him, i hold them completly responisble, i would understand if it was truley and accident, but taking drugs, and drinking, then driving was not smart, and wasnt an accident, they knew if they took them something could of happened, it just happened to be my boyfriend, my soulmate, my mister innocent, he was just an all around perfect guy.

I know i shouldnt stop my life, but its hard to just leave it behind and live while he's gone. I know without a doubt he's probaly in heaven, he beilved in god, he loved jesus, he did his best to live the right path.

So i guess the feeling and truth i had once owned, it wasnt true, we will never get married, or spend the rest of our lives together, because some drunk/high "cool" kids had to drve, and hit him. He wasnt at fault, and niether am i. I do realize that i need to move on, and as people who know me can tell, im not good at it. This has sort of isolated me, like i am trapped, i dont know what my future holds now, but i am taking one step at a time, and slowly pulling my self out of this trama.

I never told one soul about this, i have one other tramatising story, and when people ask about me i try not to tell them anything , but if i had to tell one of them, i would tell my other one because this one is the one that holds me back the most.

All i want to say is i dont want people feeling sorry for me, and thats another reason why i dont tell anyone, i am trying to open up more but it is really hard, people tell me that i will feel better once i told someone, and i figure this is a half step.

The Truth!
I will let you decide if this story is true, only some will believe it but if I read it, I would not believe it either. So you decide is this, THE TRUTH OR IS IT NOT.

When I was in sixth grade, I started noticing things that were unbelievable. For example, on a field trip to the Coranado Theater in Rockford, I saw a young woman fall to her death. Actually she was pushed, pushed by a jealous musician. She was part of an orchastra, and she was very talented. Her name was Catherine. Thomas (the one that killed her) had been with the orchastra for sixteen years and was outraged that a girl of nine-teen years had gotten first chair and the leading solo. So he told her to come backstage with him the night of her big performance so they could discuss a problem that he was having with the music. Catherine was about to tell him what the problem was when Thomas pushed her from behind and she fell down four flights of stairs to her death. You are probably wondering how I came up with this information, the truth is, she told me.

I confided in my close friend, Nicole. She told me that I was not crazy for she believed in the supernatural. At this time I thought that I was going mad, for sane people don't hear voices in their heads, and sane people don't have people (dead people) talking through them. It seems that when I am around certian people, I am posessed and speak in voices that were not my own. The funny part was that I did not know this had happened until Nicole told me that I was scaring her. I asked her why and she told me.

Now, two years later it has become worse.

Now, someone is going after my friends. And I think it is me. Not me personaly, but one who calles herself Abby. Abby lives inside of me since, well, I really don't know. It was after the new year, I know that.
My best friend Megan knows something, well, she dreamt something that can make Abby go away, or make Abby become me permanently. Lately it has been harder to be me shall I say. Abby I don't really know what she wants but I can only imagine horrible things. I have taught myself to listen to what she says when she speaks through me and it terrifies me. In my voice she has threatened to kill Megan and her family and now I only have a few hours a day that I am me. I know this isn't really a story with an ending for I am living it right now, but since I don't know what will happen next I can only hope for the best.

A Moment in Hell

The irrational fears, the doomsday scenerios... every painful emotion, zooming around my brain like a pack of angry bees. It hurts so bad, take the pain away someone..... please, help me, help me-I’m trapped within myself.....

I’m lying in this cold unfamiliar hospital bed, wondering what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. It hasn’t ended, and I’m not sure whether or not to be happy about it. They’ve put me here, trying to make me heal. But I don’t think that having to stay here away from my life is helping any.

It’s cold in this room, not just because of the windowless walls. Everything in this place screams and reminds me of what I’ve done. I feel naked, stripped of all defenses, so extremely vulnerable as I lie here letting others control my life. This place is such a symbol of all that is wrong with me, now that I’m in here I can’t hide anything, everyone knows that I’m not sane. I just want to leave so bad.

I’ve finally come clean, you could say. Realized that what I was, a self assured projection of a girl, was nothing but a thin lie. All of it’s gone now, in one foul swoop I’ve shown my true colors and stepped over that line that you can’ t cross again. I’m not too sure how this is supposed to help me anyway. Sure they’ve sent me to a doctor, who asked more questions than I wanted him to, and put me on these pink pills, but so far all that’s made me want to do is sleep. Sleep and recount every past anxiety that put me into this place.

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So here I am, my soul bleeding, laying lifeless on my bed.. Sure my heart beats, my lungs fill with air, but my self is choking, gasping for air. It’s a war, a war between my emotions and me. And I think it’s safe to say, I’m losing, very badly

My eyes shut and my brain becomes silent for a moment. A sweet relief, but the moment passes and they start attacking once more.
I sit up with a startled gasp and look around the room, it makes me sick. I can’t look at anything without being reminded of some past anxieties. My bed is little, it’s supposed to have a quilt and matching pillows on it, but there lost under mounds of clothes.

“Lynn!” My mom screams from downstairs, I can hear her faint voice but I pretend like I’m deaf. “Lynn Brookson, you get down here right now!” My body freezes hoping that if I stay still long enough I’ll become invisible. She screams once again, and I know that she’s counting down the seconds until she becomes enraged. I gather my small amount of energy and run to the door.