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Sunset Lake ch. 12
So, at first I was all but friendly to the girl. She hung out with me and my friends and was very generous. She said 'please' and 'thank you'. But then, it all went to hell when she met Toby. See, it went like this:
It was the second day that Jenna had been here and Toby had been absent yesterday because it had been a 'moody' day. When Toby walked into the cafeteria for breakfast with his 'happy' face on, Jenna's eyes locked on him and didn't look away. Toby was oblivious but it took all I had not to strangle the girl next to me.
Toby is mine. </i>
And all I could do was agree.
After that it just snowballed. Everyday she would run up to Toby in the morning and I would have to go through hell to get her away from him. The boy in question did understand the point of the conflict and that made it worse. He w
Sunset Lake Ch. 11Sunset Lake
It is official. I want to go home. Though, the only tiny problem is that I have no home to return to. This place is hell and I was a fool for not seeing it earlier. I have been tricked, betrayed, and humiliated. I want to go home.
It all started three days ago when Caitlin left us. Her treatment here was apparently 'ineffective' and she was going to be moved to another hospital. She said she would write daily, but we were warned that the messages would be encoded. We wouldn't want them to fall into the hands of the 'enemy'. She is such a freak sometimes.
So, yadda yadda, Caitlin left, we're all sad, whatever. But then, the most horrible thing imagined happened. We got a new girl. A girl like me.
She has really long, really red hair and black eyes. I flinched because she reminded me so much of Kurotora; her hair and her eyes are very similar to that of my alternate persona. She's actually quite creepy to look at. But, she's a schizo too, so I had to be drawn to he
I have told you before that I am a liar.
I really dont truly lie to your face all that often.
But the reason that I continually beat myself up is because I know something you dont.
Youve fallen in love.
You have fallen in love with a ghost.
A phantom that doesnt truly exist anymore.
I do remember a Brinley.
Someone who lived in my house and slept in my bed.
My name is Tora.
My name is not Brinley.
I am not Brinley.
I am not the hyper-go-lucky girl that has captivated you so well.
She is that friend that everyone loves to hang out with.
But no one wants to be.
She is loud and annoying and funny at times.
She at times seems insane and spits illiterate speech and giggles at every single thing.
She is the bane of my existence.
Every time she smiles, a little piece of me dies on the inside.
I must practice to complete the
You think that I am a heartless demon. Well
Well, half-right. I try to think of myself as a fallen-angel.
For a demon has no fear, but I -only a ghost of a previous form- have a great fear. Nothing to fear but fear itself. And I may only fear myself.
The other me Kurotora. She is my fear, the most intimate and deep of my dark desires.
Unfortunately, the only fear that you cant ever, ever escape from is your own dark, twisted, sick inner self.
I am so scared of myself that a mirror pains me to observe. Kurotora is myself but I am not her.
Sure, I am sarcastic. Sure, I am mean. Sure, I am not afraid to speak my mind.
But she she is a sadist. She gets off on other peoples pain. She loves it.
She is my own personal demon ; the fear of whats to come and the regret of my past.
I have a lot to learn from the demons of my past.
And the darkness of my future.
SpiritI am just a spirit now.
I float between forms, drifting between realities.
My life is a collaboration of ghosts.
I fear Kurotora. There is no other way to say it. She is a demon. I heartless, ruthless, vile creature. She is reckless and evil. She is a sadist and has no remorse. I hate her so much that if she were not myself, I would kill her without a moments indecision.
Even though she is a worthless, wicked, and despicable beast I feel a need to become her more and more often in my life. I try to supress the urges, but it seems every time i am provoked, she bubbles to the surface, lashing out in heated rage.
But I am failing. I am slipping. I find that -if I look as deep inside myself as humanly possible- I honestly dont want to. I dont want to hide Kurotora behind a weak and pitiful mask like Brinley. She is almost worse that Kurotora. Instead of instilling fear in me, she incurs rage.
I hate her as much as I hate Kurotora. And, again, if she were not me, I wouldnt hesitate to rip out her throat.
I dont want to keep fighting Kur
Shall I Compare Thee?Shall I compare thee to a rose?
You both are beautiful, a perfect picture of beauty.
Stained crimson in normal, but other times, different colors shine through.
Your thorns pierce me deep.
Each of you have a natural tendency to attract then attack.
You are as deceiving and cunning as a rose.
Who would think so hide such power behind such beauty?
You hide your immense pain behind a curtain of mystery.
Such as a rose does to hide its wilting.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
You are both scorching, the heat of the sun bearing down.
Some say that heat makes us do crazy things.
While you, heat, do many times seem insane.
You are as much a fire as you are the sun.
I feel so scared to approach you.
For when you get too close to the sun you burn.
You enjoy making people sizzle.
Such as a summers day does when it beats you with heat.
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