((I'll crank out stories from time to time,back to back.So enjoy another little piece.Im not sure how its going to turn out.I type randomly until something hits and it feels right.Like a snuggle during nutrition outside my next class..))
I cant breathe anymore.Why would I want to?It would be great if I just suffocated.This feeling makes dying alright.Im not so afraid.I dont want to come back down from what Im feeling.Its great.Its..a high.I dont deserve this attention.Im not spoiled by anyone else,other than you.You spoil me and you admit it.But this is wrong.This is wrong.Mama told me its wrong.And she died because of this.Daddy had to make sure the demon in her wouldnt come out and hurt us.So she had to die.Daddy said there was no other way.When I met you,I was so scared.Not of the vampires,demons, after me.
But because I could feel you were special and that I couldnt tear myself away from your eyes.There so green.Sometimes when I look hard enough they sparkle like dew on the grass.Other times I can tell what youre feeling,just by looking.Mama said that its a gift that I could see your color.Daddy said it was the demon in me.That I was going to go to hell.Do you know about the demon?Do you know that we could go to hell and burn forever?Do you know that I dont care as long as Im with you?It doesnt matter.You still sit next to me and hold my hand.And that makes all the difference.
((Tara was such a sweet character.I loved her so much.Then she died..thats not cool at all.Anyways,yeah Im all like..wooooo angst or whatever.I think this will go into romance.Go me! But umm yeah most of my stories are stuff that might have or might not have happened to me.Its the most random things that stem my inspiration.Sadly,one of my inspirations just got hit with hormones and I dont want to be near him anymore.Its all very confusing.Stupid hormones.I hope you enjoyed this.Drop me a line.We'll talk.Or chat.Or something.))