How do explain to people the things you imagine or create within your mind if they aren't in your shoes? I have come up with the answer as you can't. You could tell them every detail of your thoughts or imagination, but they will never understand you. Except. Except for one person who a side of me thinks I will find, but the other is telling me to give up and go on with my life.
My Mate.
Those are the thoughts my mind creates when I open my eyes for the day. It's like a switch and right when my brown eyes flutter open I think of that mate of mine who or when I'll meet them. I am getting used to the idea of giving up on the idea of true love.
My name is Analyse Bastalona and I am a fifteen almost sixteen-year-old teenage girl in her sophomore year of High School. I will say that I have dirty blonde hair, brown eye's and glasses. Nothing wrong with wearing them.
As I get ready for school I suddenly feel very light and flowy. I have never encountered such a unique and quite intoxicating feeling. I close my eyes and feel a wave of euphoria take over my senses. My nose sniffs the air and inhales the smell of wood, sweat, and honey. I don't know what it is, but I crave for more.
I am attacked by short, but vivid images of sharp teeth dripping blood and glowing cobalt blue eyes staring at me in my mind. I gasp and snap open my bewildered eyes. What just happened? What? What just happened? I grab my bag and rush to the kitchen on instinct, of my morning cycle. I grab a banana and pack a small much for school. I am paranoid about missing the bus so I leave about ten minutes early.
As I step outside, I am hit with a sharp cold winter breeze. I shudder under my coat and scarf as I focus on moving my feet one in front of the other to get my mind off the cold. The cold metal chain around my neck with the small heart pendant bangs against my chest lightly with coldness.
I have a strange feeling that something has changed in the air and I can't just figure it out. I stop at my bus stop and wait as usual for my late bus driver. Again. Again, that, that feeling I felt earlier has come over me. Somehow a little stronger, though. What the hell is happening to me? I already had my period so. it's not that. But what could it be?
I try to rack my brain of answered, but nothing seems to come up or make sense. By the time I think of a reasonable answer, the bus arrives finally. I step on the black ridged steps and say good morning to the bus driver as usual then, head to the back. I find my spot, sit down and lean my head against the cool window covered with a thin sheet of condensation. And do what I do best. Daydream.
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Beautiful Danger
Werewolf"MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE! I CAN'T STOP THE BLOOD, THERE IS SO MUCH. HELP ME! HELP ME!"
