" May all your dreams come true. Just keep in mind that nightmare are dreams too."
Leland could be described as a lover of the dark. From dark clothes to quotes of madness, he and his crush Kits love what they call the calling. But on the way to a p...
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Kits was smiling again:I hated her for it.
Her constant glee, her endless flow of hugs. She was the best yet the worst thing that has ever literally jumped into my life.Where she had happiness, I had sadness. Where she had fearlessness, I had doubt.
It was surprising how I was friends, nonetheless best friends with this girl. I was probably the most emo-guy-who-is-not-emo-no-matter-what-kits-says who is at this school. I never smile. It's not like i can't or anything, it's just that i never found a situation where a want to smile. That's why i hate Kits sometimes:She will always be a the best at the one thing i wanted to do.
I kinda have a slight crush on her. She's a dark angel if you ask me. That's my nickname for her. She has such a bright and happy soul. It's heaven on earth being near her. But there is something about her that makes you feel like your soul is leaving your body.
She's is always so happy. She's also the reason i met a Goddess and became her regalia.
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The day started out like any other day at Enkyo middle. I was at my desk, writing down some notes. I was a bit of a study freak so to say. I just wanted to get into the same collage Kits wanted to go to.
"Leland! Hi!" Kits waves her hands in my face. I look up at her. Her smile penetrates my soul. It's like she's looking for something she can't find. I sometimes see her look at other people like that. I never questioned it though.
Her attire is indifferent from anyday. Black skirt and slightly lighter black shirt. To pull back her braids, she always wears a purple headband.She's like a dark mistress. That's what we have in common. We adore the darker colors of the spectrum. That's what we bonded over when we first met. Dark colors, dark pictures, and nighttime.
You wouldn't think of that when you first saw Kits. She was like a bait on a fishing hook. Drawing you in with a smile and a hug then showing you her truest form.
"Sup Kits." I reach out and give her a hug. Cold. Like an arctic kiss. You'd think she'd be warm and fuzzy. Not Kits.
"Guess what? I just found out Houston is having a house party! We should go together." Houston was a mutual friend of us both. He was a grade above us. He always let us go to his grade parties.
I not one for parties:I rather go read a gore filled book. Sometimes i let Kits drag me into one because i"Need to get out more."
Why should I go?"
Suddenly, her light and happy attitude vanished. Her eyes stared me down. Her voice grew full of malice. She snatched my hand and gripped it hard."Because Leland, you have no choice.This just so happens to be very important to me. You will go"
I shudder under the power in her voice. These are rare moments when this girl drops her angelic attitude. I can't resist this part of her. I was on her hook now. All she needs to do is pull me up. I sigh. There's no use arguing when she's like this.
"Fine."
"yay!" Her usual self is back. Her angelic smile returns.
Why does she wants me to go that much anyway? She is probably looking out for me. I often shut myself in my room and talk to myself. She has seen me do this more than one in life. That's when she started to drag me along to these parties. I greatful. Without her, i would be mentally insane. Kits is still hugging me. It is so cold get so warm.
The bell rings then. It's the last class of the day. We say our goodbyes then leave.
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when I get home, I throw my clothes on the ground. The hallway surges with sound then subtles. I live in the small cabin part of town. Since the town is half forest, most citizens like I do. My room is full of -not video games or boy like stuff- dark quotes. The first one you'd see walking into my room is one I made by myself. Kits call them the ways of Leland.
No One is sane. They just have different ways of covering it up.
It wasn't my best quote I have but I keep this one around so I can have something to strive for.My mind is a place of insane torture. It is the best freedom I have. I could never talk about that though. The only person who knows the ways of Leland is Kits. She is the only one who will ever know...
I looked up and down for something suitable to wear today. My closet consisted of a few gray, black and blue shirts along with some decent looking jeans. I decided that nothing out of the normal would be okay for the situation. I shrugged on a black shirt with some jeans.
When I close my closet door, I see one of my favorite saying ever.
May all your dreams come true. Just keep in mind. that nightmare are dreams too.
I look at the saying stuck onto the door with a old scrap of tape. I want my dreams too come true, but that would mean my nightmares would have to be real as well.
I walk out the door. This was my last normal day. I didn't know that. I really wished I did.
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I thought of this story while looking at that quote. I hope I can keep writing this unlike some other story I know. *wink wink* It's in the works.
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With love
Wonerfull <3
P.S I won't edit this story until i am done with it. Deal with it.
