A/N: This was made up on a day that I was bored. It gave me a story idea...and it holds a lot of importance in my life...I'm dragging on. But you should know this. Alrighty...This is in the words of my main character...she's written it later on. This is my first shot at having a character narrate a story as it happened in the past. Tell me what you think and be BRUTALLY honest.
"Under a lavender moon; So many thoughts consume me; Who dimmed that glowing light; That once burned so bright in me; Is this a radical phase A problematical age; That keeps me running; From all that I used to be; Is there a way to return; Is there a way to unlearn; That carnal knowledge; That's chipping away at my soul; I've been gone too long; Will I ever find my way home?;...; I've been searching for that missing person..." Michael W. Smith 'Missing Person'
To Be Found
My one true wish is to no longer be alone. I want to be found. They turn tail and run when I come around. The tears, they fall with little hope of stopping. As each tear clears the way for more I silently want to be found. I stand alone in a world cold and dead. My spirits asleep and dieing to be feed. I silently yell 'I'm here. Ready to be found.' Like a child being trained. I stand in wait for no apparent reason even though I already know that no one's coming I am silently wishing to be found. I've been burned and scorned, but I take it all as a warrior should. They cast me aside because I am different. They try to brain wash me along with the masses. I've seen and heard it all before, so to me it's nothing new. For this I am hated and treated with fear. As everything represents a brand new tear. I stand in the dark, all alone, and frantically yell, 'Here I am. Ready to be found.' I'm ready to be loved and held dear. A tear stained trail on my dirty face. I've been running. Running from everything, running towards nothing. Desperately searching for true love. I just want to be found. I try my hand at everything. Failing miserably. Their laughs and mocking words make me wish I wasn't so different. That I was the same. All I want is to be found. My soul awakens as I clutch, no, cling to life. I'm dieing and I feel numb. All I want is to be found by someone who will love me. It's all I want, it's all I ask. So, can you hear me? This is my last breath. All I wanted was
To be found
Danielle Fenton
I wrote that...for my sister, she died this year because of a drunk driving accident. Everyone at school laughed at the story that I wrote about what had happened on the weekend. They did, until I showed them the proof. At first, I didn't believe it myself. I had never felt it, nor experienced it before. I had only heard it from my sister's point of view. Well, you didn't start reading this for me to drone on and on. And besides that, you're stuck in the dark. So, here it is. My, no HER story.
A/N: Okay, Sorry if it sucked I can't write that well...please tell me what you think. Depending on whether or not I get positive response, I might continue this...I might not. This is more of a test for myself. Thanx
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