My deep black shoes kick at the fresh over turned dirt. The ground shouldn't look this upkept. The grass nicely trimmed, every blade lined in perfection. A mound of dark dirt sits next to the pile of wilting flowers. The priets is still helping everyone pack everything back into the van. Jason would appreciated the thoughtfullness of all the people who attended. I can't believe he is gone, and he chose to be a poisened. I can't tell if I'm hurt, disappointed, or shocked. Perhaps it is all the above.
I wish I could make sense of the small beast that claws at my heart, it grows stronger everyday. It is hard to recover from a loss thats not exactly your blood yet it takes the last of your love. Being empty of loved ones like this rips a persons heart out but I feel stronger like iron was placed over the soft tissue. It hurts that they are gone, but it kills more that Jason choose to leave and I will find out why he did. Why they all choose a life filled with poison rather than a loved one. What is it about power that corrupts? I crush the white rose in my hand so hard my blood makes it a red and white rose. The sting does not compare to the heart ache.
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The Poisened
Teen FictionThe poisoned exist, they are people who trade their life for power. Aspen has lived with this fact her whole life only now she is going to get a closer look.
