Wednesday, June 23, 2010

suicide note

in prison for life
for a silly crime
I'll do my time
but lose my mind
I'll eat my food
and do my work
do as they say,
but waste away
my life was not so clean
my life was not so perfect
they can blame for everything
they don't need my constant irate
i keep to myself
i don't say a word
if they don't know
then the pain can't hurt
I love you my dear
as the sky loves a bird
i want you to know
i memorized every word.

~convinced-death123

Thursday, May 6, 2010

No Pain by AngelsDemise

you see no mark upon my skin
you see no tear in my eye
you see no sign of pain
therefor I must not be in pain

I must not cry myself
to sleep at night
or wake up screaming
because of haunted dreams
I must not pull the blade
across my skin
and hope that one day
it drives in deeper
I must not fear the darkness
or shudder at the thought of silence
I must not hide myself from
life and prying eyes that
judge your worth as a person
upon the shine of your smile

you hear no gasp escape my mouth
you hear no horror tale from my past
you hear no words of pain
therefor I must not be in pain

I must not scream so loud it's silent
or throw things against my
bedroom walls
I must not kick and scream
and punch things that no one else can see
I must not drown myself
in the brown bagged bottle
in the hopes that i will forget
or tie the rope around my neck
and pray i find the courage to
pull it tighter


you don't see or hear my pain
therefor you think i feel no pain
you see what I choose for you to see
you hear what I choose for you to hear
you know not what he did to me
you know not what she did to me
you know not what you did to me
you know not the pain I feel
you know only what I want you to know
but just because you do not see or hear it
does not mean that the pain is not there
locked away inside of me, where it will always be

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Marigold

Date: August 3rd
Time: 10:16 pm
Place: Carmike Cinemas, Columbus, GA
It’s nice out tonight, and I figured it would be a good night to see a movie. I wish I could find a place to safely sleep under the stars. The breeze smells of vanilla lime and dust. I pan on watching the newest feature, whatever that may be. As I’m looking at the new openings I distant laughter from behind. I decide on what I’m going to see.
“Wow, my hallucinations are never this real.” a familiar voice joked.
“Morelle! Wow, I um- this is interesting.” I stammer. How can you meet up with someone three times in different places and they not be the one for you?
“Haha. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were stalking me. Now this is gonna be creepy- do you wanna go watch the stars with me?” She said blushing slightly.
“How did you-? Of course! But I couldn’t find anywhere quite right.” Is this really happening? Did she really just say that? I thought, then a voice in the back of my head simply said ‘Amandier’ “Wait,” I say stopping her in her steady jaunt. “I just want to know, Do you have someone waiting for you at home?”
She turns abruptly, “What does it matter? I’m not asking you to have sex with me if that’s what you where think!” She looked seriously offended. “It’s not like I’m asking anything that friends can’t be doing. Besides, since you don’t know whether I like you or not, then I could benefit from lying, so you would have no way to tell my truth from your lie. But if you must know, I only have my brother, his girlfriend, and their two Children.”
“That was not what I was thinking or accusing you of! I meant no harm, I just needed to know if I had a chance to win such a fair maidens heart or if it was already taken.” I shuffle my feet slightly. “And I wouldn’t want to fall in love with you only to find out you are devoted to another man, or worse, woman.” She laughed with enjoyment.
“I am surely not a homosexual, but I understand completely, I just want to make sure that the boys the are only after my cherry,” she gestured to her vaginal area “are scared off. So, do you still want to go watch the stars?”
“So let me get this straight, Amandier is your brother correct?” I say hopefully.
“Correct. Are you coming or not?” She ran ahead waving me forward.
The stars where lovely, and Morelle, oh she is so intelligent and so talkative, we constantly had something to talk about. I’ve never liked those girls who sit there and wait for the man to make the first move. They seem so weak and fragile, and so eager to please that I don’t trust them in the slightest.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Marigold (aww cont.)

Date: August 2nd
Time: 2:54am
Place: Foxxden Coffee Café, St. Greenville GA
The air, full of tension and coffee. Black cases with laptops fill the rooms. How the modern technology has killed the ancient art of writing! You do not learn when you have a computer fixing your mistakes! It just doesn’t work that way! I find a pen and pen more intellectual and fun. I always use a pen because if what you write is important then there will be no mistakes.
“Hello again.” whispered a voice from over my shoulder. I jumped quickly covering my page with my arm and smudging the still wet ink.
“Hello” I say realizing there is no reason for my shock and reaction.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. Do you remember me? Oh of course you don’t, no one remembers-”
“Morelle,” I say making her smile and shut up.
“Oh so you do remember?! I’m sorry for yesterday I just really had to catch that bus, and with all that stuff going on lately Amandier is so worried. I just can’t stay out past curfew! Will you ever forgive me for my rude thoughtlessness?” She promptly recited in a way that needs to be repeated.
All I could say was, “You weren’t rude you were in a hurry. It’s perfectly necessary to be rude to stranger to catch a bus… I wish I could say as much for myself.” I had a wide grin on.
She smiled genuinely at me and Quoted, “The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart. You know who said that?” I shook my head, “No, Helen Keller. An amazing child you know that?”
We sat and talked until it was time for her bus. This time she wore A white blouse, jeans and high heeled boots. Her hair still in a brunette braid, except it was over her left should instead of hanging low on her back.
I Blissfully think of our whole conversation and remember ‘Amandier is so worried. I just can’t stay out past curfew!’ Amandier, I thought, who is Amandier? It would be just my luck, sitting here thinking maybe it was meant to be while she only wanted a friend and had a boyfriend or worse a husband! How stupid of me to think that a precious jewel like Morelle would single!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

aww.

Date: August 1st
Time: unknown
Place: Callaway Gardens, Pine Mountain, GA

The flowers so beautifully bloomed. So wonderful and full of colors. Oh these are the gifts that let me know that god has an artistic pen in hand, waiting to make the perfect flower for the perfect person. Beautifully aligned with azaleas of red pink and white. Skimming the crowd I spy an unusual sight. A braid on blue silk which looked ingeniously woven in discreet plate folding over and over. Wonderful greens and purples spread in flowers across her back. Daffodils I say. The dark brown is a considerable contrast to the brightness of the dress. The dress itself is intimidating! If only to ask her name! My knees are shaking, or is it the earth? No! There she goes! Will I gain the courage needed to rise to my feet?! Will I meet that ravishing female? Will I let my perfect opportunity… uh- wait! No! I tell them no but they abide their own will!
“Sir are you okay?” a mellifluous voice vociferated.
“ah- No-I um…I mean yes I’m fine I just, um… azaleas huh?” I stammer imprudently. Oh how stupid can my scattered brain can make me seem at times! How will I ever continue talking to her now!
“Oh, um yes they’re beautiful aren’t they? I’ve always loved azaleas…” She let her mind wonder for around five seconds then in a hurry extended her hand and said “Hello I’m Morelle.”
“Morelle” he repeated, thinking such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.
She giggled then looked at her watch while gasping. “Oh no! I’m gonna miss my bus!” she ran off in a hurry. Morelle was all I could think for a good two hours. Watching her run while calling her goodbyes to everyone and trying to not be impolite. I had to mutter a laugh. She looked so much like a little girl!

Durham Science Exploration

I went to where my dad once worked, on December 5th, 1945. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t hot. It had closed down earlier that year, but my dad hadn’t gone to get his stuff yet. I never Knew what went on inside the Dunham Science Exploration Building, the story changes every time we ask dad what he did. I was suspended for this week, for drug use, so my parents always have to be watching me. Since my mom’s working, dad had to drag me out here, that’s the only reason why I am currently with him in that radiation whole of a place.
When we got inside, my dad pulled over a grungy old seat that had a metal sign saying “Experiment do NOT touch.”
“Dad the sign says ‘do Not touch‘, so I think I’m gonna follow directions. ‘Kay?” smiled my your-stupid smile.
“Elizabeth Ann Ashford, you sit in this chair, or wait in that car!” My dad was never this tense, his eyes were filled with paranoid worry. Like that look those girls get in the horror movies when they start to jump at their own shadows, then the villain pops out right behind them.
“I’ll be in the car then, ‘kay?” I say knowing right away ‘ five minutes and run.’ That’s the rule me and some of my friend came up with.
I’m walking out the doors, when I see some of those snot nosed brats that no one gets along with, unless you’re just like them. “Figures you’re down here, in gheto-land.” I say snickering walking down to face them. I get there and take one look at their faces and think ‘I got ‘em scared’
“What’s wrong?” I say imitating a baby. “Is a big bad wolf coming to get you?” I start to laugh, then see where they’re looking; not at me but at the building.
Dude, you went in there and survived without any bruises?” The leader Vick says seriously surprised.
“Uh, yeah. There’s only a few things knocked over and lot’s of spider webs, not all that scary.” trying to act cool was obviously working.
“The other day a guy went in there and still hasn’t come out!” The short blonde says.
I stare at one of the con-artists and say, “Right, and how long did you guys wait for him? And why were you even watching him?”
“From noon to 9, his car’s still here, ‘n’ we were gonna mug him, DUH!” They all laugh at the blonde’s ‘joke’
I look around for the car, and low and behold, there it was, a Honda CR-v with the front left window rolled down.
“Dude, if you were smart you’d stay out of there, and walk away.” Vick was seriously scared, it’s not like he’s the one on the inside.
“Can’t, dad’s inside pickin’ up some old crap.” I say leaning against the door.
“Well, if you cared even the slightest bit about your dad, then you’d get him out!” This time it was the quiet red head. He sat there staring me down. He keeps quiet because he’s a horrible lire, yet there he was, sitting there telling my dad was in danger at this old work. Something didn’t quite sit right in the pit of my stomach.
“My dad’s a big boy, he can take care of himself” I heard a scream of pain that sounded a lot like my dad, coming from inside the building. I stood up abruptly turning to the doors, but Once more I turn to Vick’s warning eyes, and walk in, cussing under my breathe.
“Aw shit!” It was my dad, and he was in serious pain. I ran faster then tripped. I felt a breeze on my face, then a slight tug on my long black hair, like someone or thing stepped on it. I got up fast and ran to where my dad had been. I called out, “daddy, where are you?” There was no response. “DAD? JOHN? Hello?” I called over and over, hoping, praying for an answer. nothing. I ran back to the doors and looked through the window. I see Vick and the gang watching the door intently, and decide not to give them the satisfaction of watching me get the shit scared out of me.
I laughed slightly to my self. I turn slowly, checking every shadow for anything. Again I called for my dad with no response. I give up hope then shout, “someone just fucking answer me already, Godadmmit!”
“I have a name you know.” says a close voice. I look up quickly, and see a pale face right in front if me and scream involuntarily. “Oh come now, I’m not that scary, am I?” It sounded hurt. Slowly it rose, stepping into the only working light.
He wasn’t necessarily scary, but abnormal. He looked about fifteen, had black hair, and was crying. He had cuts in his arms and face, and wires hanging from his spine.
“I’m sorry It’s just when you’re used to a house with a three year old boy, two anal parents, and three dogs, and not to mention you’ve been sitting alone in a freaky science Exploration building, you don’t expect to see a guy just randomly come up to you, In the middle if a break down.” I say sliding down the wall and sit down folding my legs to my chest and then resting my head on my knees. “And that’s why I don’t have any friends,” I add for no reason whatsoever.
“Well,” He said shyly, “I’ll be your friend, that is, if you want to be mine.” He smiled sweetly.
I Started crying silently. I nodded and whispered “Thanks” I thought it was so soft that he couldn’t hear. He came over and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, “Your Welcome, and really pretty.” I was shocked.
He pulled away then excitedly the grabbed my hand and whisked me to where he was ‘made’ as he phrased it. “My dad brought me to work with him one day, along time ago. They were in the process of trying to find to improve the soldiers, something went wrong , and the missed their deadline. After that the government shut them down. They put me in a cage and left me here. I’m not dangerous just easily freaked out and built with a lot of power. Yeah I tore the place up one day when I got bored.” He looked away watching the scene replay in his head. “I’m not used to being alone, but one thing did come out of my rampage that day. We where standing in front of a huge tree that grew through the middle of the building. Intertwined in it’s branches was scraps of metal and furniture. I was shocked, It may have been the world’s largest tree house!
It was a good 8 ft. off the ground, and had three separate sections that look like a living room, a playroom, and a bedroom. It was so elaborate and completely sturdy that it I could have sworn that I was dreaming.

Friday, March 5, 2010

POEMS I FOUND

my heart sings of what used to be.
I cry for what those broken promises.
I dance in the rain to hide my tears.
I move so I don't have time to think.
I run to find myself.
~xxTearsxx

All this time I've been looking for something that you can't find.
I was looking for myself.
It's about time to I learned that I can't find something I already have.
I lost myself while looking.
I've wasted 4 years looking. I've been everything from prep to goth to emo to just plain annoying!
I wish I could take the time back but I can't
all my mistakes have been made and noticed to late.
I've learned to live with myself
I've learned to except my punishment for my mistakes.
~Meave

I've cried a thousand tears for somone.
I'm tired of getting hurt.
I'm tired of trying.
I want to give up.
I want to give in.
I promised myself onetime I wouldn't give in
a stupid promise
a promise made to be broken.
Why wont you love me?
Why wont you accept me?
Why do you hate me?
I know I a screw up.
I know I'll never be the perfect person but no one is.
I love you.
Why can't you see that?
~Midnitelover

I waited for you.
I searched for you.
I found you
then lost you.
I've seen you and thought myself foolish.
I hurt you
so you hurt me.
I cried
I died
I got back up and saw your face,
then hers in your arms
I ran away.
I hide my face.
I wondered why I even tried
I wondered how I could be so blind
I wondered how you could lie and just brush it off.
I miss you.
I loath you!
why wont you hold me?
Why wont you show me affection?
What did I do wrong?
I love you.
why can't you see?
I need you.
You are my life.
You are my soul
You give me meaning.
~xxDEADxx

Monday, February 8, 2010

Aubépine~Hope

Hand in hand we rise and fall
Call my name I'll help you through it all
I'll be there when else falls short
You're own blog that responds
I'll chase down till our day in court
Where you will make unrealistic made known
His name untold
On the blessed throne
The lake is opened waiting for the fold
Will it overflow
Will it bear few
Right now it we remain to not know
I will stand with you
I'll retain my glory to your punishment
I stay here and keep you strong
To free you from enslavement
I give my ability to belong
I now face defeat
And pray to my father
"Forgive them
They know not of what they do!"
My life in at an end
But soon
You to will not pretend
You will know of his grace
You will be taoght to follow or run
I hope you can embrace
For he makes life fun
Though I have healed the lane
I have cured the blind
You fall to pain
You shut your mind

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Marigold

Date: August 1st
Time: unknown
Place: Callaway Gardens, Pine Mountain, GA

The flowers so beautifully bloomed. So wonderfully full of colors. Oh these are the gifts that let me know that god has an artistic pen in hand, waiting to make the perfect flower for the perfect person. Beautifully aligned with azaleas of red pink and white. Skimming the crowd I spy an unusual sight. A braid on blue silk, ingeniously woven in discreet plate folding over and over. Wonderful greens and purples spread in flowers across her back. Daffodils I say. The dark brown is a considerable contrast to the brightness of the dress. The dress itself is intimidating! If only to ask her name! My knees are shaking, or is it the earth? No! there she goes! Will I gain the courage needed to rise to my feet?! Will I meet that ravishing female? Will I let my perfect opportunity… uh- wait! No! I tell them no but they abide their own will!
“Sir are you okay?” a mellifluous voice vociferated.
“ah- No-I um…I mean yes I’m fine I just, um… azaleas huh?” I stammer imprudently. Oh how stupid can my scattered brain can make me seem at times! How will I ever continue talking to her now?!?!
“Oh, um yes they’re beautiful aren’t they? I’ve always loved azaleas…” She let her mind wonder for around five seconds then in a hurry extended her hand and said “Hello I’m Morelle.”
“Morelle” he repeated. Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.
She giggled then looked at her watch while gasping. “Oh no! I’m gonna miss my bus!” she ran off in a hurry. Morelle was all I could think for a good two hours. Watching her run while calling her goodbyes to everyone and trying to Not be impolite. I had to mutter a laugh. She looked so much like a little girl!


Date: August 2nd
Time: 2:54am
Place: Foxxden Coffee Café, St. Greenville GA
The air, full of tension and coffee. Black cases with laptops fill the rooms. How the modern technology has killed the ancient art of writing! You do not learn when you have a computer fixing your mistakes! It just doesn’t work that way! I find a pen and pen more intellectual and fun. I always use a pen because if what you write is important then there will be no mistakes.
“Hello again.” whispered a voice from over my shoulder. I jumped quickly covering my page with my arm and smudging the still wet ink.
“Hello” I say realizing there is no reason for my shock and reaction.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. Do you remember me? Oh of course you don’t, no one remem-”
“Morelle,” I say making her smile and shut up.
“Oh so you do remember?! I’m sorry for yesterday I just really had to catch that bus, and with all that stuff going on lately Amandier is so worried. I just can’t stay out past curfew! Will you ever forgive me for my rude thoughtlessness?” She promptly recited in a way that needs to be repeated.
All I could say was, “You weren’t rude you were in a hurry. It’s perfectly necessary to be rude to stranger to catch a bus… I wish I could say as much for myself.” I had a wide grin on.
She smiled genuinely at me and Quoted, “The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart. You know who said that?” I shook my head, “No, Helen Keller. An amazing child you know that?Of course she did grow old.”
We sat and talked until it was time for her bus. This time she wore A white blouse, jeans and high heeled boots. Her hair still in a brunette braid, except it was over her left should instead of hanging low on her back.
I Blissfully think of our whole conversation and remember ‘Amandier is so worried. I just can’t stay out past curfew!’ Amandier, I thought, Who is Amandier? It would be just my luck, sitting here thinking maybe it was meant to be while she only wanted a friend and had a boyfriend or worse a husband! How stupid of me to think that a precious jewel like Morelle would single!


Date: August 3rd
Time: 10:16 pm
Place: Carmike Cinemas, Columbus, GA
It’s nice out tonight, and I figured it would be a good night to see a movie. I wish I could find a place to safely sleep under the stars. The breeze smells of vanilla lime and dust. I pan on watching the newest feature, whatever that may be. As I’m looking at the new openings I distant laughter from behind. I decide on what I’m going to see.
“Wow, my hallucinations are never this real.” a familiar voice joked.
“Morelle! Wow, I um- this is interesting.” I stammer. How can you meet up with someone three times in different places and they not be the one for you?
“Haha. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were stalking me. Now this is gonna be creepy- do you wanna go watch the stars with me?” She said blushing slightly.
“How did you-? Of course! But I couldn’t find anywhere quite right.” Is this really happening? Did she really just say that? I thought, then a voice in the back of my head simply said ‘Amandier’ “Wait,” I say stopping her in her steady jaunt. “I just want to know, Do you have someone waiting for you at home?”
She turns abruptly, “What does it matter? I’m not asking you to have sex with me if that’s what you where think!” She looked seriously offended. “It’s not like I’m asking anything that friends can’t be doing. Besides, since you don’t know whether I like you or not, then I could benefit from lying, so you would have no way to tell my truth from your lie. But if you must know, I only have my brother, his girlfriend, and their two children.”
“That was not what I was thinking or accusing you of! I meant no harm, I just needed to know if I had a chance to win such a fair maidens heart or if it was already taken.” I shuffle my feet slightly. “And I wouldn’t want to fall in love with you only to find out you are devoted to another man, or worse, woman.” She laughed with pleasure.
“I am surely not a homosexual, but I understand completely, I just want to make sure that the boys the are only after my cherry,” she gestured to her vaginal area “are scared off. So, do you still want to go watch the stars?”
“So let me get this straight, Amandier is your brother correct?” I say hopefully.
“Correct. Are you coming or not?” She ran ahead waving me forward.
The stars where lovely, and Morelle, oh she is so intelligent and so talkative, we constantly had something to talk about. I’ve never liked those girls who sit there and wait for the man to make the first move. They seem so weak and fragile, and so eager to please that I don’t trust them in the slightest.

Date: August 14th
Time: 11:35 am
Place: Three Lil Pigs, Pine Mountain, GA
I actually asked her to a good restaurant. I find her everywhere now, I just pick a place to go and she shows up. We don’t share phone numbers or addresses, we just are to much alike. I know that her favorite color is midnight blue, she loves her long brunette hair, and was raised by her brother. She doesn’t like talking about the past, I don’t know why, But I don’t want to push her. She’s truly unique, and I think I love her for it. It defies all logic to fall in love with someone after only a week. I wont admit it to anyone yet. If I did I would feel silly.
I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and I knew who it was. I close my book and rise to greet her. As I turn I see a tall blonde woman. She has short hair only to her shoulders holding a baby girl in one arm and a young lad tugging on the other. She stands next to an even taller man. He was stone faced and nervous. Though he had no reason to be, he could surely pin anyone in the restaurant to the ground within a minute. “Hello Morelle, this must be Armandier, and Salvia. And these precious darlings must be Angelica, and Borage. Am I correct?”
She smiles relived to not need introductions. “Hello Jonathan. You are. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you they where coming, I didn’t even know till just this morning.” She looked at me trying to search my eyes for reassurance.
“Oh that’s fine. What kind of man would I be if I rejected a chance to learn what make you, you.” I say squeezing her hand to let her know that it truly was fine.
“So this is the famous Jonathan. It has been non stop talk from her since August 2nd.“ Amandier had a thunderous laugh. “Salvia give me Angelica, so you can greet this fine young man.” behest the mighty man.
“Well hello Jonathan. I apologize for my delayed greeting.” Salvia had a gentle but stern voice, and a strong grip. Wow she is quite lovely, I thought but quickly reinstructed my thoughts.
Borage came up and forcibly hugged my legs. What a sweet child. He will surely grow to be strong like his father.
“Has she told you what all our names mean?” He spoke quickly, obviously excited by something.
“No, Borage, I left that for you this time. May I hold Angelica for a while?” she said reaching for the sleeping child.
“YAY!” he exclaimed breathing for another sentence when Amandier said
“Borage why don’t we all get settled before you tell all your stories.”
We all sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. Almost immediately after we sit down Borage started in on the story. I simply had to laugh. He said “Did you know that all our names are flowers? But they’re all in a different language, see mine, mommy’s and Angelica’s are Latin, while daddy’s and Auntie’s are in French. Amandier is French for Almond tree and means thoughtlessness.” He said this so perfectly, without shuddering of pausing to remember or asking anyone else if he’s correct. “Morelle is French for Nightshade, and means truth, which is the only thing she looks for in a guy,” she squeezed my hand again, “Salvia means sage and stands for Esteem, whatever that is. Angelica and mine are the same in English and Latin, but hers means Inspiration while mine means Bluntness.”
“Which he displays well.” Morelle said jokingly
“Hush I wasn’t done!” He hissed
“Well unless your pets are also in this category then you covered everyone.” I said as the waiter came to take our order.
“No I didn't!” He said slumping down in his seat.
Once the waiter left he was still slumped back in his seat so I inquired, “Well who’s the person you didn’t get to?”
He humped and said, “Acanthus” I saw his eyes start to water, when Morelle picked him up and placed him on her lap. “Honey, Acanthus left us. He has a new family and wants nothing to do with us. C’mon lets-"
“NO! HE PROMISED HE”D COME BACK FOR ME! HE LOVES ME!” Borage screamed with so much unexpected power that it made me jump. “HE PROMISED!” He then squirmed out of her arms and ran out of the restaurant.
I couldn’t watch him leave without doing anything-what if he got hurt? So I ran after him, while calling back, I’ll pay for it tell them to put it… uh… hold on,” I pulled out the two hundred dollars I expected to pay for this dinner and left it on the table. “That should cover anything else you want to get, on me. Enjoy yourselves.” I ran again towards the exit.
Immediately after reaching the door I saw him on the other side of the road waiting for the street light to change. I quietly walked up behind him, and said, “You want to talk? I’m all ears, I’d love to learn about Acanthus. And if not then I’m just gonna follow you to make sure you don’t get hur-” He turned quickly and wrapped his arms around my waist.
Muffled by my shirt he said, “They don’t car about me, They only care about making sure all the rest of the family is okay, except Morelle. She broke the rules, and is still. But she wont let them get rid of her, and that’s why we love her. I’ve done this so many times and all I ever want is for someone to come after me. I’ve learned this town all the way to Durand.” He sniffled, and I wrapped my arms around him and kneeled to his level.
“So you do this not because your upset, but because you don’t think they love you?” I say watching my words.
“Yes, well and to make them realize that Acanthus is still part of the family because he hasn’t disowned us, just found another family along with ours.” He wiped his nose on his sweater looked at me, smiled and said, “I knew you were a good guy. Thanks for finding Morelle.”
“I’m intrigued by this Acanthus fellow, want to walk around, and tell me the story?” I smile back grab his hand and point to the street light.
He nodded and walked across the street. “Acanthus is my brother. He’s fourteen last time I saw him, that was a year ago. He promised he would come back for me. And I pray every night that tomorrow will be the day. I miss him so much. He left ‘cause he couldn’t fix his behavior. I never understood why exactly. He only told the truth, but every time he did mommy and daddy got mad. Morelle kept him from being hit lots. I think the last straw was.. Um.. What was it he said… Oh he said ‘Salvia, Your are not my mother. Amandeir, you are not my father! I talked to…’ Well it got muffled there, I was in the shower so it was hard to hear, then he said ‘Why wouldn’t you have told me? I wouldn’t have done anything, I would’ve…’ again muffled, ‘but now I can’t trust you.’ I heard a bang then quiet. He wasn’t there when I got out of the shower, but he did come back. That night he came back, woke me up and told he would come back for me. I helped him grab what he bought with his money which wasn’t much, but then I gave him food just in case. He also told me not to tell anyone were he was going or his number. He didn’t want them to come try and take him. I haven’t told anyone yet. I don’t want to break my promise so that he can’t brake his. He will come back. He never lies.” this lad was astounding. I could never keep faith in a person for as long as he has! Maybe it’s because he’s still young and innocent, and I’m just to caught up in reality to trust anyone. “If I told you could you go see him and tell him to hurry up? Please, but you can’t tell anyone, not even Morelle.” He pulled in my arm in an urgent manner. “Please promise you’ll go and not tell!”
All I could do was nod. He pulled me down to his level and placed a piece of paper into my hand and he kissed my check his eyes watering. “Thank you, I own you a lot for this.” I held him in my arms and then he instructed me on what to say.
After a while he said, “I think you should take me home now. It’s getting late” “Okay, so you know the way?” He nodded and we walked to his house. It wasn’t to far. They live in a small brown house. It was nice and quaint. I wouldn't mind living in a small house like that.