Hey guys here's chapter 3. I really should've got it up faster but Im just too lazy to type it up sometimes. I mean I had it written before chapter 2 was up. But it's hard to get motivated when you'd like to have more feedback. So please leave a review on your thoughts. I have big hopes and ideas for this story. I can really see it going somewhere. Enjoy!!

Chapter 3

Emma Carstairs

I felt safe on the outside. Safe on the inside. But my heart felt heavy and tortured. But ea dstill all felt strangely safe for now.

It was like a calm before a storm. Before all came crashing down on me. A sea of misery within me. Why was I so happy today when someone else wasn't ? These dreams from deep within me tortured me. Tortured my heart and soul. I do not know how I can look so okay on the outside, like nothing is wrong wrong when my heart is being beaten and burned and marked with everything horrid and menacing. The darkness of this excreting pain would hurt for what felt like forever.

"Aren't we forever?" the tortured voice asked. I would always remember the raw pain and hope mixed into that voice. The emotions underneath that painted façade. Oh that beautifully painted façade.

That voice was a part of me. Part of my heart and soul that I would not let become broken, I promised myself. Or was the voice in my heart and soul just me speaking to myself? Wow all these philosophic thoughts….. I'm spending too much time with Julian …..

(But eternity with he would never be enough for she.)

Does it matter?, I thought. We are one. Stronger with each other. So strong that forever was our everything. And I'd always remember that. But only when dreams became a reality.

"For we are one at our own say. I shall remember this someday," I heard myself promise.

But I held higher my heart when it lurched when he,

the voice, cried " It hurts."

I saw red—

when he bled.

He's so strong—

even against all wrong.

He would never complain—

even in the freezing rain.

Or even tied in chains!

He'd never say,

unless his eyes,glassy, closed.

And he lay

and forever dozed.

I WOKE UP FREEZING IN A SWEAT.

I couldn't move my arms or legs. I felt paralyzed. My own limbs turned against me when I most needed to flee.

Whoa, poetry? Me? Really? Hey that kind of rhymed too! I'm on a roll today. But my victory doesn't last very long when I remember that I can't even roll out of bed. Ugh.

I craved to run my heart out—

to go out and shout.

To let the wind

blow away these witnessed sins.

And let its sharp biting touch dry my eyes and tears.

And let it blow away my fears.

I lay awake, helpless, like … like the boy. How could we, so different, be so…. same?

It takes two parts to make a whole, I thought.

MY MEMORY IS ALREADY FADING (unintentional Malcolm reference).

"…but I don't have any extra angel blood in me like Jace or Clary…"

But sometimes Angels help us.

What do you guys think? What was your favorite poetry stanza or couplet so far? The chapters are gradually getting longer, don't worry. Unless they don't get longer...

Anyways see ya guys at chapter 4