They say that once your life becomes a constant battle to stay awake, then
it's time to find something to change it. But, I beg for the day that our
lives will become that again when our lives will stop being a constant
battle to stay alive and to keep a secret that no one should have. But, the
thing is I don't.. I can't regret any of this because the day I do that;
means that I regret my little sister. I will NEVER regret the girl that lay
in my arms in a restless sleep. The filth and dry blood of the now healed
cuts from the battle we had just won still rested on her once smooth face.
Today is exactly 9 ½ months since I found her, 9 months since the prophecy
was relieved to us and 8 ½ months since we gave up the rest of our family.
Now we are cursed to watch from the outside to never give in to temptation
and never feel emotion. The regret of that fact that this sorrow that I
have felt over the last months my baby sister had to feel this for years.
It scares me to look in her eyes at times and see no emotion and look in
the mirror and see the same in mine. I sometimes wonder if all we have
sacrificed will be worth it in the end or will it all be in vein. But if
the battles that have been thrown at us for the last couple of months
continue then we won't make it to find those answers. The fact is our enemy
is getting good too good, learning and studying us. Again I look down at my
sister remembering this morning events and the fear of what might have
happened if I didn't show up in time.
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Flash
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"See ya, Michael have a nice night and say hi to Liz for me," Sarah Harris yelled from behind the desk in Starlight Gallery.
"I will, bye Sarah," Michael mumbled. 'It's not like I was trying to be mean to her but, we can't trust people. The only reason we know Sarah is boredom. Nasedo left us with enough money to live a very comfortable life for a couple decades. But going to school and then protecting the other's wasn't very exciting, so Liz convenience me to start painting again, most of the pictures were of Liz, but her face would never be shown. Sarah says that's why everyone likes it. Liz got a job as a photographer, we found out that she is amazing at it.'
Reaching over to the radio Michael switched through channels, suddenly a jerk ripped through the car, whipping around he saw a car. The car swerved right knocking into Michael's own dark blue convertible. Looking around the streets noticing it almost empty, making he's decision; he raised his hand out the window and blew out the tires in the other car. Watching in the mirror as the car got smaller and smaller.
"Shit!! Lizzie" he cried. Putting his foot down all the way on the gas pedal. Finally after a couple moments the small house where Liz and Michael live in came into view. Screeching the car up to the curb he started to run out of the car. Glass shattering made his attention reach the upper window. Seeing two figures fall out of it. Picking up his pace he realized the one on the grass was his sister, watching as she kicked her attacker in the stomach and the punched him in the side sending him into a pile of ash. Finally reaching her he picked her up carefully in his arms. Just as five more skins came out of the house each one looked beaten, smiling at the thought that Liz did that. Raising his hand he made the first skin fly back wards get impaled on a tree branch. Turning to the others realizing he needed to get out of here and heal Liz's wounds he focused his energy towards a force field, watching as a blue shield started to form and toke this as his advantage and ran toward the car.
"That wasn't s fun as they make it out to be on t.v." Liz whispered.
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End Flash
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She still hasn't opened her eyes since she fell unconscious in the car and as I lay my head down on the grungy pillow of this crappy motel. As my eyes close I wonder when this will all end. Have we not suffered enough for a thousand life time?
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Hey, everyone:
I'm sorry that it has been so long since I wrote this story. But, hopefully I'm back!! Thanx you to everyone that gave me feed back. And I hope to see more!
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Flash
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"See ya, Michael have a nice night and say hi to Liz for me," Sarah Harris yelled from behind the desk in Starlight Gallery.
"I will, bye Sarah," Michael mumbled. 'It's not like I was trying to be mean to her but, we can't trust people. The only reason we know Sarah is boredom. Nasedo left us with enough money to live a very comfortable life for a couple decades. But going to school and then protecting the other's wasn't very exciting, so Liz convenience me to start painting again, most of the pictures were of Liz, but her face would never be shown. Sarah says that's why everyone likes it. Liz got a job as a photographer, we found out that she is amazing at it.'
Reaching over to the radio Michael switched through channels, suddenly a jerk ripped through the car, whipping around he saw a car. The car swerved right knocking into Michael's own dark blue convertible. Looking around the streets noticing it almost empty, making he's decision; he raised his hand out the window and blew out the tires in the other car. Watching in the mirror as the car got smaller and smaller.
"Shit!! Lizzie" he cried. Putting his foot down all the way on the gas pedal. Finally after a couple moments the small house where Liz and Michael live in came into view. Screeching the car up to the curb he started to run out of the car. Glass shattering made his attention reach the upper window. Seeing two figures fall out of it. Picking up his pace he realized the one on the grass was his sister, watching as she kicked her attacker in the stomach and the punched him in the side sending him into a pile of ash. Finally reaching her he picked her up carefully in his arms. Just as five more skins came out of the house each one looked beaten, smiling at the thought that Liz did that. Raising his hand he made the first skin fly back wards get impaled on a tree branch. Turning to the others realizing he needed to get out of here and heal Liz's wounds he focused his energy towards a force field, watching as a blue shield started to form and toke this as his advantage and ran toward the car.
"That wasn't s fun as they make it out to be on t.v." Liz whispered.
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End Flash
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She still hasn't opened her eyes since she fell unconscious in the car and as I lay my head down on the grungy pillow of this crappy motel. As my eyes close I wonder when this will all end. Have we not suffered enough for a thousand life time?
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Hey, everyone:
I'm sorry that it has been so long since I wrote this story. But, hopefully I'm back!! Thanx you to everyone that gave me feed back. And I hope to see more!