Madly in love with twins

Eyes, darkness, and writing

Luna
6/1/15
Feature writing
His eyes are the first thing you see on him. The iris draws you in so you can't look away. It swirls with energy. They are lined with eye lashes of all lengths giving them more reasons to pop out. They are blue. They are eyes of an angel but hide something much more dark. Something you can't understand. Something darker than night. Something that frightens me. They are one of the many features I can't quite explain. Once you look into them you can't pull yourself to look away. They are eyes of an angel with something dark to hide.

After I read it I debate to write it over and keep that in my writing drawer. I can't read that! It is saying he is a dark creep!

Luna
Eyes of him
1/6/15
His eyes are a beautiful feature. The feature of that draws you in like a kid in a fair. When he smiles they glow along with his perfect teeth. His eyes are the eyes everybody wants. The ones people would pay money for. The ones I wish I had. His eyes are what makes him mysteriously beautiful.

It's shorter but I can only see dark behind them. I go over to my cork board and take out the eye piece I wrote. I hang it up with a tack.

I see it's cloudy out and decided it is a perfect day to go to the old abandoned park. Nobody goes there because it's rusty and not very safe for kids. I put on black short shorts and a sleeping with sirens sweatshirt. Start down the road feeling the wind whip my hair around. There were barely any people out which was nice. I arrive to the park and it was eerie. The rusty merry-go-round was spinning slowly. Creepy. I walk to the swing set. I sit down and start pumping. I get a medium high and stop. I hear a stick snap behind me. I stop swinging and stair forward debating on whether I should look behind me or not. I get off the swing and walk home. I hear footsteps behind me so I turn around. N body was there. Maybe I'm going crazy.

I get home and lock the door. I don't feel safe. I turn on the tv and the news was on. "18 year old Mary anne Singer has been missing for two days. The last we saw her was Thursday afternoon at school. She never made it home. If you have any information about Maryanne report it to the police station. What happens to her? I turn off the tv frightened again. I grab a dr pepper and head to my room. I sit in my galaxy bed and sigh maybe I'm overthinking this.

****** DREAM LAND*******
Where am I? I'm sitting on a merry go round. It's the park. What am i doing here? Everything is silent and not moving. Nobody is here. I get up and walk around. I feel a scratch on my shoulder that cut deep. I shriek in pain! I turn around nobody is there. When I turn back around Alec is right in front of me with red eyes. He yells in a non British accent "wake up!"
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I wake up in a raging sweat. I'm breathing heavy. I go to move but yelp in complete pain. I run to the bathroom. There is a big gash that goes from my shoulder blade to the nape of my neck. What happened?! I feel like I'm in a nightmare on elm street movie. It happened in my dream not in real life.

MONDAY DAY MORNING.
Okay today I need to be ready and in order. I place in my bag my notebook and drawing pads. I add my red pencil bag that contains red, black, and grey gel pens. I slip it in my bag. I walk down stairs and grab an apple and a Dr. pepper. I went upstairs and grab a short black dress that stops like three inches below my but. It is a strapless sweetheart dress. Going down my hips on each side is a skeleton arm and hand. I slip on black high heels that are splatter painted to look like blood. I do my hair into two buns leaving strands of hair down framing my face. I do heavy eyeliner and grey lips. I don't take my skateboard today. I grab my black backpack and head out. It dawns upon me that Marry anne is still missing. I walk down the sidewalk hearing the clicking of my shoes. I walk into school and see Stacey at my locker. Fuck my life. I'm short as hell 5'2. 5'5 with heels on. I look up at her. "Can you move?" I snap. "Where's Mary anne? What did you do to her you psycho!?" What is she serious? She thinks I did something? Screw it I don't have time for this. I keep my backpack and head to L.A. I walk in and sit down. A British voice rings through my ears. "How'd you sleep love?" I look up at him and stare at him in a daze.