The only way to get through with hearts and wrists intact is...

In one of the many massive trees in the hilltop clearing sat a man. He was crouched comfortably on one of the branches, hidden by the leafage and darkness. He had sat silently, unmoving the whole time during the event that happened between Cassie and Aeron and remained after Cassie had departed. Whether either of them were aware of his prescence he didn't know but he decided to stay put and give Aeron some time to recover. During this time he amused himself by watching Cassie as she ran back down the path and into the tiny town. As she walked by the Church several people rushed out to greet her. They clustered around her talking in whispers but Cassie did not talk to any of them. Instead she stood slightly seperate and closed her eyes, shutting out the world around her. After a few minutes the group became restless and cast worried glances at the young girl. The Church door opened again and a man clothed in a black robe stepped out to join them. Immediatly the group hushed themselves and looked expectantly up at this new arrival. He stood in the shadows near to the door, not moving more than a few paces away from the threshold but murmered something towards Cassie. She opened her eyes and said few sullen words to him and then fell back into her silence. He nodded encourigingly, waiting for her to go on. Cassie sighed and made a brief gesture towards the hill. The man asked her something else and she nodded in reply. He took a hesative step back and motioned to the group who remained unmoving. The man in the tree could not see the Churchman's expression but could sense the air of uneasiness and fear. The Churchman bowed to Cassie to let her know that she was free to go and she ran straight into one of the houses slamming the wooden door shut. All was quiet for a moment until one of the group, a woman by the sounds of it, asked a single worded question. Up in the tree the man leant forward slowly and let out a long,low snarl. The sound carried down into the town and everything grew very still and silent. The town's people cast about wild glances and started to speak louder. The man stopped his snarling to listen.

'He is here? Now, in the hill's?'

'Yes,' the Churchman replied.

'Is it time?' One of the men asked and the man in the tree cocked his head to side in confusion.

Time? He thought to himself. Time for what? He did not get an explanation though because the man in black robes hurried down the grand steps of the Church and hushed the speaker. He muttered a couple of fast words and they headed back into the Church. The man remained standing there for a few moments looking about. The last woman into the Church turned around.

'Are you coming, Vicar?' He hastily nodded his head as the man let out another snarl, this time louder. The figure of Aeron below became still and the crying ceased. The Vicar looked straight up into the tree where the man crouched and reached down his collar. He pulled out a crucifix on a chain around his neck and held it up in the tree's direction. Then he rushed back into the Church, never once turning his back on the man.

Below him he heard Aeron call out weakly for him and he slipped down the tree. He landed inaudibly and looked carefully at her as he approached but she was looking around in the darkness for him. She couldn't see him. When he was a short distance away he called out to her.

'I'm here Aeron, stay where you are,' before he reached her, so as not to make her jump when he suddenly appeared by her side. 'I think I should take you to higher ground incase those damned townspeople dare to come out here. Okay?' She nodded her head and reached out to him like a toddler waiting to be picked up by a parent. He picked her up and held her tightly for a few moments before sprinting away into the darkness. Aeron did not know how long he ran for but it was not for a long time. He would just take her a small distance away until they were somewhere safer. He stopped when he found a cliff with a little cave in it a short way up.

'I'm going to have to climb now, Aeron, so you'll have to hold onto me for a little while until we get there, okay? It isn't far, you only need to hold on for a few minutes. I won't drop you, don't worry.' He tilted her head up and looked into her unseeing eyes before he began his climb. 'Is that okay?' He asked. She nodded and he slid her round onto his back. 'You holding on?'

'Yes,' she whispered back and buried her head into the crook of his neck. He began to climb swiftly barely noticing Aeron's weight on his back and they soon arrived at the little cave. It was only a few feet in the air but it was safer than being on the ground. The man slid as far back into the cave as he could go until they were both able to sit comfortably enough in it. There was just enough room in there so that they did not have to dangle their feet over the edge. There was only really enough space for one person in there though so he pulled Aeron's little body onto his lap and cradled her, holding her head against his chest and kissing her head.

'Alex? What does it look like?'

'What does what look like, Aer?'

'The view, what does the view look like?' Alex lifted his head and looked out of the cave.

'Take a look for yourself,' he whispered. Aeron looked up ready to answer back that she couldn't see in the dark like him, but she stopped short. The full moon was out now, shining brightly in the sky. It cast a slightly eerie silver light on the forest below, but you could clearly see trees for miles around standing tall and proud. A white mist hung about the treetops making them look like mountaintops peeking up though the clouds. All was silent except for Aeron's steady heart beat.

'Wow...' She managed to breathe. 'It's beautiful.'

'Yes,' Alex whispered back. 'It is.' Aeron looked up at him from his lap and found that she was able to see him now. He was smiling down at her affectionatly and she blushed when she realized that he was complimenting her. 'I love it when you do that,' he said laughing at her.

'And I love it when you do that.'

'Do what?' He asked her suddenly serious and puzzled. She stuck her toungue out at him and when he laughed she reached out her hand and traced his face.

'That,' she repeated stroking his still smiling face. 'You don't do it much, but I love it when you laugh. When you smile. You get dimples in your cheeks, your eyes crease slightly and they shine.' He looked down at her thoughtful face. 'You are without a doubt the most beautiful man I ever did see.'

'Well, that's because you haven't seen most men.' She pouted at him teasing her. 'Aww, okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'll take your absurd compliment and return you one. You, Aeron, are the most beautiful and most stunning and most amazing woman I ever saw or met. And I am someone who knows what they are talking about.' She smiled softly to herself and rested her head back against his chest.

They sat like this for some time. In silence, admiring the beauty of the forest bathed in moonlight. Aeron just sat in silent thought, occasionally taking deep inhalations of Alex. Just to make sure that he was really there. The only thought that she had was that she wished they could stay like forever. Never having to leave or have contact with the crazy outside world, just sitting there pulled against him, forever.

Alex's mind however was very occupied with thoughts and he almost didn't notice when Aeron's breathing started to slow. He held onto her tighter but did not utter a single word or make any sound. He didn't know if she knew what was going to happen and he didn't want to bring the subject up. He had spent so much time and thought on the matter but had come no closer to finding a solution. And that couldn't do. If he didn't come to a decision soon she would slip away from him. The problem was that he didn't know if that would be the better alternative. The lesser of two evils. Of course he did not want to lose Aeron, he did not think he would even make it without her in his life. He had been attached to her for too long now, in short Aeron was his whole world. Having her gone would be like being suffocated, except that he would never be able to escape the pain by death. He would have to go on living with no air. The only other possibilty was unimaginable though. Alex didn't think that he would be able to bring himself to do something so cruel, so evil, so monstrous. Aeron had lived a life of pain, doing it would only bring so much more. Could he live with being the cause of that? That was only if he managed to control himself. He just didn't know what to do. But now, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable arrived. It was a long time before anything happened again. Aeron began moving slightly in his arms, trying to raise some energy to speak. When she did her voice was croaky and barely audible.

'Alex? Alex, I don't want to die. I don't want to die Alex.' Her eyes welled up and tears began to roll down her face. All Alex could do was hush her and hold her close. He kissed the top of her head. 'I love you Alex. I love you, please you have to do it. You can't let me die. I want to be with you. I can't die...' She trailed off for a moment. 'I'm afraid.'

'I know.' Was all he said. Looking down at her he had never seen her so frightened. Her eyes were so wide, so pale, so lifeless. It broke his heart to see her like this and know that he could stop it, but at a steep price.

'Will you...we never..we haven't ever kissed yet. I need it.' She looked up at him, her big blue eyes shining in the moonlight. He looked down into them and saw everything he had ever dared to dream for. In them he saw them together, he saw marriage, he saw kids. He saw the future that he had wanted for them. But somewhere, just past that lurked an approaching darkness. He gave a slight nod of his head and bent down to meet her soft lips. He kissed her once and then pulled away. He looked down at her beautiful face, but she had already fallen still in his arms. Holding her tightly to his body Alex closed his eyes tightly and did not open them for a long time. When he finally did they were full of tears.

A couple of hours later Alex was far away sitting in a pitch black room. He was completly still and if anyone came across him they would assume him to be a statue. He was just sitting on the floor, his hands where tangled up in his wild hair and his eyes fixated on a body in the middle of the room.

'What have I done?' He spoke to the darkness. His voice betraying his torment, sadness and horrification.

'You did what you thought was the right thing to do.'

Just a quick note; a little something I'm working on. Sorry if it's a bit boring but please let me know how you feel about this. Btw, for future reference the name Aeron will be popping up a lot. Some people struggle with reading this name, I pronounce it; Air-ron, but you can also pronounce it; A-ron. =] Hope you enjoy.

Two girls sat upon a hillside over looking a small, remote town. It was a high up, slightly hidden place perfect if you just wanted a little bit of peace and quiet. A small gravel path led up to it from the side of the houses and most of the surrounding hilltop was covered in trees. The girls sat torwards the edge of the hill close together watching the setting sun dissapear slowly. It filled the sky with beautiful colors of red and orange and cast a strange light upon the town.

The girl on the right looked at peace, the girl on the left looked somewhat uneasy and fidgeted a lot. She didn't like this town. For some reason it felt so strange and wrong to her, and the people were solid believers. As the setting sun progressed down the sky she grew more still and calm, as if the sun in the sky was unnatural and horrible for her but she welcomed the coming darkness. Her companion however did not. This girl was the picture of sunshine and rainbows. She had a slightly round, soft, friendly face which was domaniated by a slightly large mouth with buck teeth, and doeful brown eyes. When she smiled though it was like she was smiling out everything nice and people were immediatly infected by it. When she moved her head her soft, blonde curls fell about her shoulders. In this half light, one could almost mistake her for an angel if they did not know any better.

She had turned her mind away from the sunset and was now studying her friend closely watching as she gradually became more comfortable and relaxed. Her friend looked at her from out the corner of her eye.

'What's up, Cass?' Cassie gave her friend a quick, bright smile and looked away again. After a few seconds her smile wavered and her face fell back into the same confused and puzzled look that she had before. She was trying to figure something out, but it was evading her. She calmed her mind for a moment as the sun finally set, dissapearing off the face of the Earth until morning. Darkness began to set in slowly. Enveloping themselves and cloaking the town below them so that you could hardly make out the tiny wooden houses. Everything was still now. No one was around but them. Beside her, her friend gave a big intake of breath. Inhaling ths cold, sweet air. For Cassie the night always brought with it an uncomfortable feeling and a sense of being in danger. Like it did now. She opened her mouth and worded out a preyer silently. It would do until she got home. When she looked at her friend she was just sitting there with her legs crossed looking out at the night sky which was beginning to get dotted with tiny little stars, and a bright moon was hidden behind wispy nightclouds.

'It's what you like isn't it?' She finally asked tilting her head forward slightly to better see her friend. It was hard to make her out in the failing light but she could see well enough for the moment.

'What do you mean?' Her friend replied. Cassie paused for a moment, trying to piece together what she was going to say.

'The night, the darkness. It doesn't affect you like it does to other people. Most folk fear it. The night brings with it a deep blackness where thing's can conceal themselves from our eyes and attack without us ever knowing that they were there. I like the daytime because it gives me back my vision and shows the world to me. The light is something that is pure and it helps the world to grow. The light is safe.' Cassie paused again, hugging herself slightly. Because she was cold or because she was afraid she didn't know. 'I don't understand why you prefer the night to the day, that's all. You seem more at home with it. Does it not make you afraid, Aeron?' She turned to look at her, and Aeron could see Cassie's big eyes shine with curiosity and fear in the dark.

'There is nothing to fear,' she replied simply.

'The night brings out creatures of the blackness. It gives them power and strength that the sun gives to living creatures. They hunt their prey under the cover of night. There is plenty to fear.'

'You know what I think?' Aeron asked, and Cassie waited for her answer. 'I think that they been feeding you all that religious nonsense again, Cass. It's getting to you, it's making you imagine thing's that arn't there.'

' I have known you for, what is it? 13 years now? When you first came into the town. We took you in, we fixed you up. When everybody else had outcasted you, I was there for you. I became your best friend, and you became like a sister to me.' In all of this Cassie had become a little bit heated, her voice did not have it usual airey feel. Her voice was stronger and sharper now.

' You became my sister too. You know how grateful I am for all you've done for me. I have said it often enough.'

'13 years, Aeron. That is a long time to know somebody.' She stopped and gave Aeron a meaningful look. Aeron was rather taken aback. Surely Cassie was not suggesting something. 'Still, there are thing's I do not claim to understand about you. There are strange thing's about you, thing's that are not normal behaviour. You are a Lost Soul, Aeron. Why will you not let us help you?' Beside her Aeron stood up and stormed a few paces away.

'What idocy this is, Cassie. Lost souls? Is that what they have been teaching you? Then I am glad that they have not helped me. I do not like to talk rubbish.' She trailed off, mumbling about 'lost souls' to herself. Cassie stayed seated watching Aeron pace warily.

'What do you suppose I believe then? I am a town girl and I have been raised in the traditions of the town and the Church. That is what is important to me. What I have been tought is valuable, it has given me purpose and life. Why do you turn away from me, and refuse your sister's helpful hand?'

'Because it it nonsense, Cassie!' Aeron turned on her friend, rage filling her. 'They've put you up to this, haven't they. I am not falling for it. Everything they teach is LIES.'

'Lies?' Cassie cried standing up now to and facing her friend head on. 'They teach us of the truth! Did you know for example, that they teach of names and of the Fallen Angels?' Aeron stopped and turned around. Her friend stood infront of her not looking so angelic like now. She was breathing hard and her hair looked somewhat fierce and wild.

'The fallen angels is just another of the stories that they teach you at your stupid nursery school, Cass. Along with god and the rest of them. Stories, Cass. Not real. Fiction.' She went to turn away but stopped when Cassie began to sneer at her.

'Do not turn your back on me, Lilith.' Aeron whipped around her face frozen.

'Do not use that name. It is not my name!'

'Is it not good enough for you? Hm? Was it too bad a name that you changed your name to Aeron? Warrior wasn't much of a better choice for you. People get lost in the darkness, but I doubt that you have ever been Found. You are taken from the blackness and you run with wild creatures. You don't even know where you came from, you said that yourself. Or do you wish to not remember? Is this is all just part of your scheming evil lies?'

Aeron stood frozen on the spot. she could not believe what she was hearing. Her face screwed up and she stood alone. Her eyes full of tears that trickled down her face.

'They have turned you against me, Cassie. Do you not see that? They have brainwashed you with lies and nonsense to make you turn your back on me. I cannot lose you. You are my sister, I need you.'

'I loved you, Aeron. But I will not betray my people. This world is full of opposites, you know that as well as I do. There is good and evil. Right and wrong. Up and down. I believe in my God and his Angels and his Paradise. That means that there must exist an opposite.' Aeron stepped forward slowly but Cassie flinched away. She was afraid. Afraid of her own best friend. 'I have lost you Aeron. You are going down a path I cannot follow.'

'They have corrupted you, Cassie. They have ruined you!' Was all Aeron could say. She was in immense pain. She was being turned away, outcasted by the last person.

'Corrupted? You would know all about that. I have seen it with my own two eyes, sister. So do not say I lie. You are Lost. He has taken you from your path to life and corrupted you. But you don't see it. I know what you seek to become and I cannot be apart of that. You have chosen your fate. I must say goodbye now.' When Cassie looked up again her cheeks were tear stained and dirty. Her hair was all over the place and she looked distraught. 'I tried. I tried to save you. But you are beyond help. You have fallen into a deep abyss in which you will not escape. When the time comes you will realize that, but some part of me knows that this is what you have seeken all along. This is what you wanted for yourself. I wish it was not so because it breaks my heart to lose you. But I cannot save you. Goodbye, sister. I have always loved you.'

With that Cassie turned her back on Aeron and ran away. Back to her village, back to her Church. Aeron wanted to open her mouth to explain, to cry, to yell out but she couldn't. Her mouth dried up and she felt weak at the knee's. This is what Cassie had left her for. Aeron kneeled on the floor and became invisible in the blackness.

When it first happened I didn't know what to do. At first, I didn't even realize what had happened. It's like waking up from a coma, you don't really know what to do so you stay still. It's not until you try to move, really actually move, that you realize that you're paralysed. That's what it was like for me.

When I woke up that morning everything seemed the same. I was never an unhappy child because I always had you there. I was never alone, I was never sad. When we grew into teenagers I always had someone to turn to, always someone to talk to. So when I turned over and you wern't there a slow kind of panic filled me. In the mornings, you were always there. If you were the first to wake, you'd wait for me, and vice versa. I knew that something must be very wrong. It wasn't until I traipsed down the stairs and saw our mother crumpled into our father's chest that I realized that you were gone.

You had left me. You left me behind.

It was like seeing for the first time that day. Like the curtain had finally been drawn back to reveal the horrible truth. Standing in front of me, smiling rather cruelly, as if to say; Ha, I told you so. Whether you can call it innocence or naivety, it doesn't really matter. What matters is that I hadn't really taken enough notice to make a difference. And now it was too late. You, Jason. Jason, my twin brother. My twin brother, my best friend. My best friend, the other half of me. For the first time in my life I felt truly unhappy. I had woken up from a coma to find that I was paralysed. That half of my body had gone walk about. That half of me had left me.

For the first year, I still couldn't really comprehend what had happened. I knew somewhere deep down that you really had gone, really had runaway, really had left us all. But it was like my brain was blocking that knowledge. I was experiancing some sort of weird adrenaline rush that was preventing me from feeling the pain. I was in shock. I had spent the entire year barely eating, barely sleeping. I stayed up at nights and wondered during the days whether you gone was my fault. Even if it wasn't entirely my fault, it was somewhat my fault. I was your twin. I knew you better than any other person on this planet. I thought I knew yourself more than you knew you.

Then I became desperate. Because even if it was my fault you loved me. I knew that you did. You wouldn't leave me, you would come back for me. That was what I was convinced of for the entire first year. That you would be coming back for me. So, I followed the pattern that always happened whenever you had big news. It had started when we were younger. Whenever you had something to tell me you would write it down on a sticky note and hide it somewhere. I would never find them right away because that wasn't the point. The point was that I would find out when we were both ready for me to find out. It was usually a couple of weeks after, which meant that I was given time to figure it out for myself, and this sticky note would just confirm that I was right.

It happened when dad first hit you, when you realized that you liked our other best friend Benny, when you and Benny had sex, when you found out you were gay, when you and dad fought about it, when you first took drugs, when you started drinking, started smoking. Anything that happened I would eventually find out via sticky note, and then it was deemed acceptable to talk about. So for this first year I searched high and low for a sticky note, a sticky note that would explain that you had left but would be coming back to get me. A sticky note that you never intended to leave, and so didn't.

The second year I refused to think about it. I pushed you to the back of my mind because I had problems of my own. Problems that you had created. I suffered from depression, malnourishment because I wouldn't eat, I was nearly kicked out of school because I couldn't keep up with the work and I wasn never in. I was angry at you because you had been selfish and you ruined my life. You ruined our family. Our mother kicked our dad out. Because she was almost 100% sure that you leaving was entirely his fault. He always picked on you, called you names, patronized you, beat on you, hated you. Because you were always rebellious, you took drugs and smoked and drank and slept around. Because you were gay. He hated you for all of it, and our mother hated him for hating you. Nobody hated me because I never did anything. I went to school, I got good grades, I was on the honor role, I was popular and pretty and athletic and smart and talented. So when I went downhill, when dad got kicked out, when you left, mum started to drink heavily. The pressure got to much for her. She shot herself in the head.

All of this, because of you. You always had to make life hard for everyone else. I used to love you for it, but not now. This time you had gone too far. You had pushed and pushed and pushed until we had all fallen down.

After mum died and dad refused to come back to take care of me, they tried to move me to gran's. I cried and cried and cried. Although I hated you, I was scared that you might come back in the middle of night and I wouldn't be here. So gran moved into our house. My whole family had rejected me and abandoned me. Unwanted by you, unwanted by dad, unwanted by mum. Nobody cared about me. You always demanded the attention and I was cast into the background and forgotten about.

The third year would be the last year. The Last Year. It happened 10 years ago when we were 19. I was still living at home with gran, finished with high school. I hadn't bothered to go to college. I stayed at home all the time because I couldn't face ever leaving the house ever again. I had no future, and I really didn't care. I had given up caring by then. It was about 1am and I was sitting on the chair in our room gazing out of the window into the darkness. A police car and an ambulence raced past the house and I blinked at the flashing lights. Annoyed that they were disrupting my time. Then there was more. Maybe 3 or 4 police cars, another ambulence. At first I was suspicious because hardly any crimes go on in this neighbourhood. No stabbings, no shootings, no robberies. When the others passed, I sighed and dragged on a hoodie and trainers and climbed down the tree. Crossed the lawn and followed the sirens. You were 5 streets away.

The police thought that you had been on the way home. You were coming back for me. Back to me. After 3 years you were coming back. You had stopped in Joe's bar for a beer and got chatting to some guy, Mark, I think they said his name was. You two went out back to the parking lot by the woods for sex. That's when they jumped you. 4 men plus Mark turned on you and beat the crap out of you because you were gay. And that was wrong. You were a freak, sick in the head, and you didn't deserve to live. They broke your ribs, kicked your head in and apparently cut the end of your sick off, because of course you didn't deserve to have one. Because they called you a pussy.

You were on your way back to me, to complete me again when you died. When you were killed. This time I was sure it was my fault. I was the only person to go to your funeral.

It feels alright but that's a lie that's always near
Sit around and blame the one that put you here
I laughed aloud to drown it out
So I could breathe and feel the space around me
(I'm not kidding anymore)

I strolled casually through the cold, gray cemetary. It was autumn but the dreary clouds had already chased away the colorful sun, and the leaves had already fallen and died. Or maybe it was just this place, maybe this is just how it was here. I wouldn't know, I barely ever went anywhere else anymore.

I closed my eyes and paused mometarily, breathing in the cold air. It stung my lungs and made me cough.

Pulling the thin material of the gray hoodie/dress over my hands, trying to warm them up. God knows how long I would be wandering this place for. I continued to walk, my feet lost not only underneath the broken leaves but invisible in the strange, swirling mist that hangs around here. This was a god for saken place. It truly was. I would be surprised if I ever saw anyone else hanging about here other than myself and a few stray groups of teenagers, trying to test their bravery. With this odd mist, gray skies, dead and gnarled trees it was a kind of creepy barren place.

I smiled. A slow smile that crept up towards my eyes, making them crease up slightly. Only you could make me smile like this. Today, today would be the ultimate day. Today is thee day. I could barely contain my excitement. Forgetting the coldness, I sucked in a great lungful of air and coughed again. I can almost hear you laughing and rolling your eyes at how pathetic and weak I must look to you. But you love me, so it's okay.

I know, not wish. I murmer to myself. Lucky there's no one around here, they would think that I was a right nut job. But not that, oh no. Never that. The silence was almost defeaning, I was almost sure that I could hear you approaching. The shuffle of feet against the floor, stirring the leaves. A twist of mist where you glided though. But I forgot, you were like the living dead. Silent and deadly. I couldn't wait to see those thick lips curling up into a mocking smile. Those olive green eyes, beautiful and mysterious. Just like you. The thick, tangled black hair that you loved to run your hands through. Your devishly handsome looks. Every inch of you; perfection. Almost angelicly so. Which was laughingly ironic. And which still kept me wondering about why. Why me?

I closed my eyes and lowered my head towards the ground. I felt the fabric slip further down my neck. Then you were there. You were everywhere all at once. In my face, on my lips, kissing my neck, holding my hand. Even if I opened my eyes I wouldn't be able to pinpoint where you would be next. You were to quick for me. Too quick for anyone. Which should be sending shivers up my spine, but it didn't. It simply made me want you more. My heart sped up at every touch, every kiss. I felt you cheekily lick my neck and I inclined my head towards you, breathing in your calming scent. I loved every single thing about you.

Yes. Every. Single. Thing.

Yes, especially that. I heart you snort and I laugh. Why wouldn't you just believe me? Believe me when I say that you're not a freak, that I would love you no matter what. That I would do anything for you, that i trusted you with my life and knew that you would never do anything to harm me. But I was willing to make a temporary allowance, because I would be getting something amazing in return for it.

So this isn't all that great or anything, but it's just a bit of writing to get me back into the spirit of things. Comment please =]

I sat in the darkened room, and for once I was glad for it. The darkness I usually despised and feared was my security this time. I could sense him across the room on the bed, I couldn't see him and I knew he couldn't see me. He couldn't see the fresh tears glistening in my eyes, or the dirty stains on my arms. I was thankful for that.

'Why do you have to do it, Alice?' I could hear the sharpness in his voice, the frustration more than clear. I wondered if he meant it to sound as harsh as it does.

I responded with silence. Falling in love is giving someone power. What they do with that power is up to them. They either use it for good and make you feel like your soaring, or they use it to hurt you and make you tumble down and collide with hard concrete. No matter how many times you crash into that concrete ground though, it never seems to knock any sense into you. And even though it hurts like hell people all over the world continue to do it. Why? Maybe because they know that when it stops the after effects will be ten times worse than it is now, and we will have to deal with that pain all alone.

I heard him sift in the darkness but I stayed frozen on the spot. I didn't dare move or respond. Afraid that if I did the whole world would come crashing down around me, suffocating me. I didn't want to lose it. Not now, not here.

'I...I don't mean to,' I finally whispered, regretting it at once. I was pretty sure that he was rolling those pretty green eyes, hating me in his head.

'Yes you do, you know you do.' He got up and I felt a brief swirl of air as he passed by me.

'I love you...' It came out before I could stop it. 'Please, please stay with me.' He had been with me for as long as I could remember, even if all that time hadn't been very happy. Through all the cheating, the lies, on both sides. Neither of us refused to leave each other out in the cold, hard world to suffer alone. But it seemed that he had changed his mind. Maybe, just maybe, he had grown up. The sin of all sins.

'Don't. Don't say that Alice. Don't play that card, don't try and guilt me anymore. I'm not falling for it anymore. I'm not waiting anymore, I've had enough. I'm sorry.'

I took a sharp intake of breath and closed my eyes.

The dry blood on my arms hurt and itched and I subconsciously started to scratch them. I opened my mouth to try and say something, anything. This was it, I had this one last chance to convince him to stay. But all that came out was a sob.

'Goodbye. Alice.' His soft, beautiful voice. His last words.

Stay with me, stay with me. I need you. I need you. My heart bleeds without you. I am nothing now. Nothing without you. You can't leave me. I love you.

My telepathic message to him. As he opened the door and closed it behind him, I stood. Waiting. Listening. Waiting for another reply.

'This heart, it beats. Beats for only you. My heart is yours,' my whisper was lost into the darkness. Embraced once again into non-existance.

And then it hit me.

This isn't a poem or a short story. It's just a piece of writing. Maybe you'll like it and maybe you won't. But let me know.

I'm sitting here with blood on my hands. But please, take that metaphorically.

I'm also sitting here crying on the floor. Now that's something to take literally.

You and me, you and me and her, you and me and her and him.

You, me, us, them, this street, this area, this country, this continant, this world.

I know that many others must feel like me. You know it too. It is very much common knowledge.

But does it make it any easier?

The sun is setting on just another, other day. And the sky is looking so cool. Honestly.

It's all colour. All red and orange and pink and purple and blue.

I sit here and watch it alone, watch this beautiful, natural thing happen alone.

And I can see it, I can feel it, I can sense it as it hits me.

Wave after wave after wave.

Drowning me, this is when I wish that maybe I should have taken some swimming lessons.

The drowning and the hard to breathe, suffocating thing.

And the tears never stop rolling down my face.

If I were wearing make up, I'm sure my mascara would be running. I wouldn't know though.

I've never been a make-up wearing person. Or an immaculate hygene person. Or a hair person. Or a stylish person. Does this make me wrong?

Is it wrong that I don't look like many of you, and that I wouldn't want to either?

I am constantly being watched, we all are. It's not paranoia, this is just another common knowledge.

When I believe that I am crying at night, and that nobody knows, well that's just ignorant thinking that is.

I don't fit in any clique. I am not emo, nor preppy. I am not geeky, nor am I cool. Not a perfect student, nor a highschool drop out.

I am just me. Thats all I have.

I've been told before that I scare people.

Some because apparently I am quietly aggressive. I have an angry aura and people pick up on that and run the opposite way.

Some simply because I am a teenager.

At the most difficult and most prejudiced time of my life I struggle.

To stay sane, to keep my head above this water, to stay alive.

But still, everyday of my life I am making someone unhappy.

I am angering him, I am annoying her, I am running in this circle and I am stuck.

Just like me, just like you, and her and him.

They call us names, they stereotype us.

We are troubled, we are hurt, we are broken.

But as teenagers, we take this, we use it and make it our own,

And we will continue to scare the shit out of you.

! BANG BANG !

Drop Dead

Psycho thoughts in your head

Hope your running

Hope your scared

All your secrets lay down bare.

Your running, screaming.

The walls are pulsing, bleeding.

Supersonic hearing, your rapid breathing.

Lack of oxygen, bodies heaving.

Passionate desire, loss of control

The web of lies, start to unrol

Shadows entwined, reflected up the wall

Moaning and groaning, we start to fall.

Never losing sight of our wants

Two minds always working as one

Eyes locked, this is how it's meant to be

Your seductive whisper, excites me

Pathetically beautiful, 'Bite Me.'

Patrick is cuter and has sideburns

Pete likes monkeys, he's short, he has great hair and has Hemingway

Patrick's also short and isnt a camwhore and doesn't let it all hang out *ahem*

Pete has tattoo's and a great hoodie collection

Patrick is about to star in law and order which everyone is excited about, Pete couldnt even play himself in One Tree Hill

Bob is a great drummer

Ray is kickass at guitar solo's

Bob knows all of MCR's stuff perfectly despite joining after 3 cheers

Ray has the ultimate fro

Bob nearly got burned to death

...

Mikey is Nic's favourite bass player ever, he's taller and 'hotter' than Frank

Frank is short, has hazel eyes, he had kickass hair back in the day, he knows some awesome guitar moves

Frank is always ill, Mikey only took time off for marriage

Frank took time off because he HAD to, not because he got married. Gerard didn't take time of when he got married

Mikey is good at kickball

Frank is awesome at kickingstuff

Mikey doesn't moleste people on stage

Ah..but we all know Mikey enjoys it. Frinkey, Fraytoro and Frerard. I think you'll find that Frank aims to please and does so to exceptional standards.