My reality

I wished they knew how it felt to be invisible.

" I love the way your stubble slightly grazes my skin, it makes me feel funny".

He bit the corner of his full lips and smiled. Suddenly, his blue eyes grew bluer and I knew he was about to move in for another kiss. This time he kissed me harder than before.

"want me to do it again?" 

He thrust his cheek out to threaten a prickly stubble attack, and I gasped. He chuckled then and the smile faded. A serious expression replaced his earlier mischievous demeanor. He spoke clearly and with authority.

"You have to stop, Dahlia. This isn't healthy, you know."

He began to fade then and I could feel the heavy stones within my heart grow even heavier. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to let go of his rough hands, which were now slipping through my fingers.

"Don't go, not now...please."

I reached out and managed to grasp his elbow which had not yet faded into nothing. It was the last thing I touched from before. His ghostly face held softness then and his eyes pierced the firmament between my reality and his own. I knew what his last words would be even as his eyes remained fixed with mine.

"It's midnight Cinderella"

And it was. In fact, it had been midnight for a very long time. But a part of me would never go home.

Evanescence - Lithium

Evanescence - Breathe No More

"October" - Evanescence

Just to Keep you Real

"I am so proud of you".

Daphne smiled at him because she loved him, but he was not there at all. She imagined his face so close to hers, his eyes dancing with her darkness and his short hand cupping her fingers. She sometimes really lost it when she saw him hurting and she couldn't go to him. Hell, she couldn't even talk to him. It was by the rules that she had set for herself.

"I am proud of you." Daphne whispered in her room.

 She whispered to something, a dust bunny or a cobweb; but Daphne was telling the wrong objects, while the object of her affection was far away from her. She leaned against the wall feeling the coldness through the wood paneling. What was she going to do now?

"If I could talk to you again, would I tell you?" she asked herself.

Her words were as silly as her tugging and twining fingers. She couldn't keep still, she keep pulling strands of hair away from her head and rolling them around her fingers. She was so nervous, she was so frustrated that she just couldn't sit any longer.

"I have to go..I have to get out of here now!"

The door was broken. The dog had been caught chewing on the bottom left corner of the wood. She kicked him but it was too late. Something that he did made the door stick every time she tried to open it. She would have to pull really hard and jerk the knob. She was doing this now.

"Blasted door! Does everything have to be an act of congress?"

"Yes, it does". a voice spoke from behind her.

Daphne turned because she was instantly thrust into fear. She saw nothing, and this was what she expected to see. She was hearing him here and there, randomly invading her space. Even though it startled her, she welcomed his beautiful intrusion.

"I know that you are not really here, but I wish you were. I wish that you would appear and scare the bejesus out of me. It would just be worth it.

Daphne stood for a moment and then turned to walk out the door.

"Actually", she said "I don't really want you here because you hurt me so much".

Daphne waited a moment at the doorway. She scanned the apartment with her eyes. Her sadness was creeping out of her eyes and it radiated on her face. Every time she thought about how he abandoned her, she couldn't stop the ugly feelings. It was a mixture of intense and unconditional love and a hatred.  She had loved so hard that when abandoned, she hated him.

"How could you have done that to me? Now you know that Karma is a bitch, huh?"

Daphne was cruel. Her hurt was a knife that had festered with sepsis and mold. But Daphne didn't really want to wish him any ill will. Now she wanted to kiss him again. The emotions twisted and turned and catapulted down like a descending roller coaster. Then it was up again, and she was in love on a Friday. However far away, she would always love him.

Now she had her iPod in her hand. Absently, she had picked the device up and was flipping through songs. The Cure was there, with that tragic love song.

" I always guess them right."

Daphne put the ear buds in her ears and went out to tend to her garden. As she dug holes into the earth, she fantasized about trying to bury it again.

Daphne knew that it would never work, it never did. He would always be a part of her, taunting her mind with a very painful love that she never expected.

Here is the blade. Shall you run me through?

You have always been such an enigma. I have written story after story about you, never growing tired of your characters. You are Gavin, Pablo and you are Lawrence. I find your face in the entryway to my dreams.

Perhaps you shall be there for many years to come and I shall weave your substance into thousands of stories, poems and quotes, only time can show your fate in many dreams, many enchanted forests and in bellies of dark mechanical beasts.

If I should go away forever,you only have to say it. I will grant your wish. My stories will change and the vessels of the monster will purge themselves. In ace of your aching heart, I shall write some other scene-something that is a shadow of some other emotion in-related to you. I shall definitely go away into history as if I had never been formed.

But if you do not wish it, I will stay in the shadows while storms rage from within...my heart,my flesh and my soul is a sepulture for the death in you.

The Broken Girls

Karen, Kerri Ann,Yuki, Sherrie and Tysha