I'm still not able to see chapter nine, which is dumb. Okay, in case you guys haven't caught on, the poem entries are from Ellie's journal. As you can see, lotsa drugs were mentioned in the last chapter. That was totally unintentional, okay, everybody? I'm not trying to make Elle a stoner or anything, but yeah, I think if I were in her situation, I'd be doing some drugs too.
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Scars fade
Wounds heal
But Paige is still crazy.
Last night I went pyscho
And had a nervous breakdown
I screamed
And cried
And yelled
And shrieked
And cut until I could no longer feel.
I guess I like living alone
Even though it does get afwul
Lonely without Boots here.
I love Boots
He understands me
And doesn't cry when I bare my arms in front of him.
My arms are almost clean
Despite my new art.
Ms. Sauve gave me
Kickass scare removal
And it works really really well
Because my arms are almost normal.
But it doesn't work as well on the inside
Not even the world's truck load of love (or Paige)
Could make me happy
I'll never be happy.
And it's my sixteenth birthday.
Dad died a couple of weeks ago.
Happy Birthday, Elle.
-- Ellie
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I whipped that up in about two seconds. So please expect another update tomorrow or tonight, mmkay? This song was inspired by "Nobody's Home" by Avril Lavigne, when I realized that I was the walking image of the song, so yeah... I got uber depressed, and I spat this out. Sorry if it's too short! Huggles and kissins,
Zoey-Bear