bcenter "I'm gonna paint a picture, a picture with
a twist.brI'll paint it with a razor blade, I'll paint it on my wrist,
brAnd if I paint this picture, a red fountain will appear, brAnd from
this very fountain all my problems will disappear"/b/center
pMark sat in his room his eyes darting around as the thumps, cries and screams from the other room got louder. He stood up rushing to his radio turning up the sound louder, trying to block out the sounds.
p"Jesus fucking Christ!" His stepfather yelled and pounded on the door. "Turn that the hell off and get your ass out here!" the pounding on the door got quiet for a second. Mark assumed his stepfather passed out. Mark closed his eyes letting Linkin Park just play through the stereo. The pounding started up again. Of course never can things be good for just a second. He jumped up from his bed and turned the stereo off.
p"Happy now jackass!" Mark yelled through the door. He could picture his step-dad's smirk as he went back to beating his mother for something stupid. Once again the cries and screams started.
pWhy? Why did his mother let him do this to her? She was weak; she had no idea of standing up for herself. Mark crawled into a corner of his room rocking in the fetal position. This was just the start of what he called his 9th level of hell.
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p"Mark! Mark!" Janey yelled, everyone wondered why she yelled, she always already loud. Mark spun around to face her. "Welcome to Cliff Hanger." She smiled her toothy smile you could tell was bought, with the brightness and whiteness of her teeth. Mark stood silent. "Um. You really are new aren't you."(He nodded, his mind thinking dumb-ass) "Would you like me to show you around, I mean if the councilor gives it the O.K. that is." Mark shook his head, no. Killing his step-father was bad enough, if he had known he'd be followed by this, he'd of let him live.
pIt was almost like prison to him. No phone, no TV, no music. It was this or prison, what was the difference he thought. He looked at Janey, her full pink lips moved slowly as she spoke, for Mark he didn't hear any words from her mouth he just watched. He was suddenly tapped on the shoulder he turns his head to face the person. His jaw tightened and his eyes almost a steel blue. p"What?" he spat coldly. p"What do you mean what you gonna give me a freaking attitude, son you don't know who you're dealing with." The guy looked over Mark. Mark into the guy's eyes. p"And before you fuck with the wrong person, whatever the hell your name is, I'd make sure you know who you're messin with." Mark retorted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
pMark sat in his room with 3 other males, J (his earlier run in,), Kevin (a geeky kid, the smallest, but witty), and Devon (a quiet kid). Mark wondered what they all did to get to cliffhanger, an alternative school. Or as everyone else calls it, Cliffhanger, the place when you need to jump off the cliff, lots of the kids are or were suicidal, drug addicts and such. Mark waiting until everyone had left, J of course giving him troubles. He searched the room and stood up pulling off his sweater. He glanced down at the markings on his chest the bruises from his stepfather still new and sore. He slowly and lightly ran his fingers over the markings; he winced from the sting.
bcenter "I am so depressed tonight, O God.
I feel as if I am the sole target
of an enemy barrage -
that all the demons of hell are bent
upon damning my soul for eternity.
Consume, O God, these demons that depress,
these enemies that plague my soul.
May the whirlwind of Your Spirit
sweep them out of my life forever.
May I awaken with a heart full of joy,
and with the strength and the courage
to walk straight and secure
in the dangerous
and difficult paths before me."
Psalm 83, Leslie F Brandt /b/center
pMark sat in his room his eyes darting around as the thumps, cries and screams from the other room got louder. He stood up rushing to his radio turning up the sound louder, trying to block out the sounds.
p"Jesus fucking Christ!" His stepfather yelled and pounded on the door. "Turn that the hell off and get your ass out here!" the pounding on the door got quiet for a second. Mark assumed his stepfather passed out. Mark closed his eyes letting Linkin Park just play through the stereo. The pounding started up again. Of course never can things be good for just a second. He jumped up from his bed and turned the stereo off.
p"Happy now jackass!" Mark yelled through the door. He could picture his step-dad's smirk as he went back to beating his mother for something stupid. Once again the cries and screams started.
pWhy? Why did his mother let him do this to her? She was weak; she had no idea of standing up for herself. Mark crawled into a corner of his room rocking in the fetal position. This was just the start of what he called his 9th level of hell.
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p"Mark! Mark!" Janey yelled, everyone wondered why she yelled, she always already loud. Mark spun around to face her. "Welcome to Cliff Hanger." She smiled her toothy smile you could tell was bought, with the brightness and whiteness of her teeth. Mark stood silent. "Um. You really are new aren't you."(He nodded, his mind thinking dumb-ass) "Would you like me to show you around, I mean if the councilor gives it the O.K. that is." Mark shook his head, no. Killing his step-father was bad enough, if he had known he'd be followed by this, he'd of let him live.
pIt was almost like prison to him. No phone, no TV, no music. It was this or prison, what was the difference he thought. He looked at Janey, her full pink lips moved slowly as she spoke, for Mark he didn't hear any words from her mouth he just watched. He was suddenly tapped on the shoulder he turns his head to face the person. His jaw tightened and his eyes almost a steel blue. p"What?" he spat coldly. p"What do you mean what you gonna give me a freaking attitude, son you don't know who you're dealing with." The guy looked over Mark. Mark into the guy's eyes. p"And before you fuck with the wrong person, whatever the hell your name is, I'd make sure you know who you're messin with." Mark retorted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
pMark sat in his room with 3 other males, J (his earlier run in,), Kevin (a geeky kid, the smallest, but witty), and Devon (a quiet kid). Mark wondered what they all did to get to cliffhanger, an alternative school. Or as everyone else calls it, Cliffhanger, the place when you need to jump off the cliff, lots of the kids are or were suicidal, drug addicts and such. Mark waiting until everyone had left, J of course giving him troubles. He searched the room and stood up pulling off his sweater. He glanced down at the markings on his chest the bruises from his stepfather still new and sore. He slowly and lightly ran his fingers over the markings; he winced from the sting.
bcenter "I am so depressed tonight, O God.
I feel as if I am the sole target
of an enemy barrage -
that all the demons of hell are bent
upon damning my soul for eternity.
Consume, O God, these demons that depress,
these enemies that plague my soul.
May the whirlwind of Your Spirit
sweep them out of my life forever.
May I awaken with a heart full of joy,
and with the strength and the courage
to walk straight and secure
in the dangerous
and difficult paths before me."
Psalm 83, Leslie F Brandt /b/center