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-Forget our memories,

Forget our possibilities.-

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I stared out the window, thinking of what to write next. I watched as the rain droplets pelted against the the clear glass. I pulled the pen from between my teeth and began to write again:

...

No one said it would be easy, but no one said it would be this hard either.

The walls I worked so hard to put up are beginning to crumble and there is nothing I can do to help it.

Everything is falling down.

Crumbling.

Slipping through my fingers.

And if we fall,

I will be the one to blame.

I'm the one who conflicted all the pain.

Every ounce of strength I once had,

Is gone.

If we fall there is no getting up.

No "starting over".

Nothing.

We will lay there till the devil takes us away.

Or has he already?

Who knows.

...

I stare at the page, reading what I had just written over and over again.

I love the feeling of the pen gliding across the paper.

I love being able to make up my own 'Dream' world where what I say goes.

I can make up my own ending.

Maybe a happy one where two people fall in love.

Or one about a good girl who falls hard for the bad boy.

No matter what I write about it's my story.

My fairy tale.

My happily ever after.

"Bailey?" my brothers voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Yes." I reply blankly.

"Dinner is here." he informs me.

"Ok be there in a minute." I close my book and tuck it in between my mattresses. I quickly put my pen onto my desk and rush out of my bedroom making sure to close the door behind me. I rush into the living room but instantly stop dead in my tracks. I look at the table which two unknown boys sit, and they are both staring directly at me.

I look down at my converse, then too my shorts, and finally up to my top to make sure I look alright, because these boys are drop dead gorgeous.

My top is grey and has the words 'love you to the moon and back' written on it. It also shows a little bit of my stomach.

My shorts are blue with rips and just cover my thighs.

I like this outfit.

But I have never had a good taste in clothing.

"Bailey this is Ashton and Calum." My brother Mikey informs me.

Calum throws his hand up into the air and a ginormous smile spreads across his face.

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⏰ Last updated: May 31, 2014 ⏰

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