Shadows of the Past by Kayla Stiles (buy e reader txt) 📕

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Yet it stands erect on legs like a man’s.
Its arms reach down to its knees,
Massive, sharp-as-a-razor claws extending from the tips of the fingers.
Terrified, you turn around and start to race back towards safety.
You hear the creature pick up speed and begin to race after you.
The sun is now just above the horizon.
It will be dark within minutes.
The woods fill with whispered voices,
Telling you to run, that it will eat you,
That nobody likes you anyway.
You scream at them to go away,
Fear making your voice sound high and unlike your own.
Tree branches reach out to snag at your clothes,
Roots rise from the ground to trip you up.
Suddenly, your feet catch on a loose root and
You stumble and fall on your hands and knees.
You sit there on your hands and knees,
Listening to the sound of your heavy breathing.
Suddenly the sound of your breathing
Is covered by the sound of snapping twigs
And crashing branches.
The footsteps are slow and deliberate.
Suddenly, he’s right behind you,
Not even 3 feet from your paralyzed body,
Crouched there in the grips of fear.
Your voice hitches as tears fill your eyes.
The thing laughs at your terror.
The touch of its long claws
Scrapes along your spine.
You shiver and cry out in pain.
But no matter how much you urge
Your muscles to move,
Tell your legs to stand up and carry you far away to safety,
You’re locked in a paralysis and you can do nothing
But sit there, transfixed by unknown forces.
You wait with baited breath as you hear
Its cold, harsh laughter.
You look into those bright, malicious red eyes,
And await your doom. You Promised Me... And You Lied!

You Promised Me… And You Lied!

4/23/12

 

You promised you’d stop cutting.
You started cutting again.
You promised you’d never hurt me.
You broke my heart.
You promised you’d never smoke weed again,
Not long after, you started up again.
You promised there would be no secrets.
You never told me you were still smoking,
Until it was too late for you to quit.
You promised me you’d always have my back.
And now I’m all alone.
You promised me you’d never yell at me.
You yelled when I refused to hear your delusional rants
About your precious marijuana.
You promised you’d never get tired of me,
Yet you told me to leave the night of 4/21/12.
You promised you’d keep my heart safe,
Yet my heart isn’t safe in the hands of a stoner
Who has no regard for his own life or body.
You promised me you’d always be there.
You weren’t there when my brother had appendicitis.
You were probably out getting high.
The only promise you’ve kept, surprisingly,
Is that you wouldn’t leave me.
But I can see even that promise is getting shaky.
It might not be long, sadly, before you do leave.
And when that day comes,
I’ll be the one stuck on the sidewalk, watching
As a giant black hole sucks my livelihood away.
I will forever be alone, even if I get in a relationship.
I will still feel alone, totally and 100% alone.
And it might as well be both our faults.
Because I will have done whatever I might do wrong
To cause you to leave,
And you will have been the one to leave me,
Broken and bleeding on the ground.
You can’t keep destroying your future and
Just expect me to go along with it.
I’m sorry that I’m such a fuck-up,
Such a stupid whore,
But you’ve bypassed me in being an addict
To your own fantasies.
You’ve become addicted to the feeling of being high,
And no matter what I do,
You will never listen to me.
You broke that promise long ago.
Just be careful, Zar,
For if you keep breaking my heart the way you do,
You’ll be left with a broken, empty soul
As a lover. I love you,
But your habits are destroying me.
Watch what you do and think about what you’re doing
And how it affects others.
Love- Fate Stoneheart

No Name 1

No name 1

 

Do you love me?
Did you ever love me?
If you were to find me, broken and crying on the ground, what would you do?
If I were to call you, telling you I was dying from self-inflicted wounds,
Would you come rushing over to save me from myself?
Or would you just leave me to die alone?
If I was crying from massive heartache, would you hold me and tell you you’re there for me?
Would you try to protect me from the hate of the world?
If we had a fight, would you stay with me to talk things out and try to
Fix things, or would you just leave me in the dust?
When I’m lost in the dark, would you be my light?
When I’m blinded by the sun, would you be my shade?
If I were to leave, would you follow me and whisper in my ear?
Will you pick me up when I fall? Will you stay when I need you?
Will you be there for me when I’m all alone, set apart from this world?

 

Or am I truly alone, without anyone to love in this cold world?

No Name 2

No name 2

10/30/10

 

Blood pooling around her broken body,
From her shattered wings, her broken heart.
Tears pouring down her grimy face,
Creating ashen streaks upon her cheeks.
As she sits, crouched in a corner,
A white rose lies at her feet.
Blood spatters and dots the lily-white petals
In an exquisitely grotesque artwork of beauty.
The razor lies to her left, a note to her right.
The edges of both of which are saturated in blood.
An apology and explanation.
On the note, her reasons.
The cuts gape open on her wrists, her chest, her legs.
Like scarlet, staring, sinister eyes
Covering her body whole.
Spiders of blood creep over her limbs,
Embrace her in ways nobody ever could,
Or even would. She was despised.
She giggles dazedly,
Playing, making shapes in her own blood upon the floor.
Suddenly, warm arms enfold her, lift her up.
It’s him. He’s come to save her from herself.
He carries her out, bandages her cuts.
Kisses her softly, tears in his eyes.
“I love you,” uttered from his lips.
Her teary response. “I hate you.”

No Name 3

No Name 3

 

Her feet pound across the hot pavement
As she races, trying to escape their jeers.
They laugh as their words follow her,
Tripping her, kicking her, destroying her.
Those words that cause such heartache,
Such a depthless feeling of loneliness.
They tear her apart, tear by pitiful tear.
They laugh as the tears pour down her face,
Mingling with the blood of a tattered heart.

 

A voice cries out in the night.
But nobody hears her, nobody cares.
It’s as though her only purpose in life
Is to be the victim forever.
To watch as her precious world
Crumbles and turns to ashes.
Depression coats her life.
It coats her words, her eyes, her thoughts.
They call her a pathetic poser
When all she’s trying to do
Is show who she really is inside.

 

They don’t understand, can’t understand.
Their eyes are clouded over with judgement.
She can never mingle with their group.
They hate her for being different.
They call her a little bitch.
They spit in her face, kick her to the ground.
She’s trapped under their glaring gaze,
In their spiked cage of darkness.
They watch her fall into the pit
Of despair, of deceit, of lonely emptiness.
They laugh like motherfucking hyenas.

No Name 4

No Name 4

3/23/09

 

Loneliness is a virtue.

 

Hate is a must, a blessing.

 

Prejudism is a sin, a punishment, a crime.

 

To love is to murder and
to murder is to die.

 

Life is hell, but Death is no better.

 

Heaven and Hell hold no answers, fortune, or happiness.