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I was bombarded with texts by the time I woke up from my hour long nap. Everyone one of my friends asking what to do about their boyfriend cheating on them, what to do now that they’ve been stabbed in the back, and about how their dad is on a drinking binge again. The rain outside pounded harder in time with the roaring thunder, causing the house to shake. I was more than thankful that I was the only one home.
The only time my friends really bothered to get a hold of me was when they needed something—advice, a ride somewhere, or some other sort of favor. I was only invited to hang out to be a designate driver, and when I needed someone to be there for me, conveniently enough, they were all “extremely busy.” Thunder shook the house once again as I screamed and threw my pillow across the room, nearly knocking over my floor lamp.
I was fed up. I was done. I was sick of feeling so lonely when I had so many “friends.” I spent all my time trying to make sure that they were happy when they didn’t give a damn about how I felt. I spent most nights crying while they were all out having a grand old time. The only time I was ever involved was when someone got drunk and needed a ride or some kind of drama was starting and I was forced to come and interfere. When I was crying over a breakup, the only advice I got was “Oh, you’ll get over it. There are plenty of fish in the sea.”
I never thought the people who were supposed to make me feel the most loved would make me feel so alone.
The only time my friends really bothered to get a hold of me was when they needed something—advice, a ride somewhere, or some other sort of favor. I was only invited to hang out to be a designate driver, and when I needed someone to be there for me, conveniently enough, they were all “extremely busy.” Thunder shook the house once again as I screamed and threw my pillow across the room, nearly knocking over my floor lamp.
I was fed up. I was done. I was sick of feeling so lonely when I had so many “friends.” I spent all my time trying to make sure that they were happy when they didn’t give a damn about how I felt. I spent most nights crying while they were all out having a grand old time. The only time I was ever involved was when someone got drunk and needed a ride or some kind of drama was starting and I was forced to come and interfere. When I was crying over a breakup, the only advice I got was “Oh, you’ll get over it. There are plenty of fish in the sea.”
I never thought the people who were supposed to make me feel the most loved would make me feel so alone.
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Chapter 17:
“Saying Goodbye”
September 24th, 2014…8:30pm
I was in my hotel room, getting ready for what was possibly my last night here, and possibly my last time being mortal…
After they leave, then everything will be different…All week I have been thinking of what was going to happen once the girls leave. I sighed and sat on the bed.
What’ll happen when we get to the castle? Will he turn me once we get there? Just thinking about it is already scaring me…the other part is, once that happens then, my life will be changed, forever. But, I honestly don’t care what happens to me, all that matt
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You were a seraph, and a particularly powerful one. One who had grown to love Sorey over the years, although you knew that with his impending death drawing closer and closer you knew that it would never work out. He was certainly human, and you certainly missed him.
The day finally came that he returned. And under the dark Elysian sky, he confessed his feelings. He started off sp
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Cecile McMillan died years ago, or at least that's what it feels like sometimes. I don't think I can ever forgive Dorian for what those dreams did to my brother. Making me of all people torture him. My death was bad enough. Why did he have to endure it? Why can't my turning be the worst thing he had to deal with? Joss can't stand mom and dad anymore. I can't either, to tell the truth. That's why I went away with Patty, because she's like how mom used to be. But, what Joss doesn't realize is that he is just as broken.
When he was being trained as a Slayer, they broke his spirit. But those dreams using my image broke him mind and soul. I can s
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