There are three hundred sixty five days of the year and each one is important. They all give you a new chance to improve yourself and the things you do.
I tried so hard to be good but it's not always as black and white, the world wants us to think. The only thing I truly knew was that it couldn't get worse. There for I carried myself back to school, hoping not to encounter the Antichrist or his stupid little helper.
In surprise the day went along pretty well, long boring classes, lunch and gossip in the hallways, just like it should be. I worked much better in English class and I finally found the words my mind desired to tell.
The importance of feeling wanted in life.
The small moments in our lives, that you might think one would forget, can affect a whole world and that is one of the things that makes life so glorious, but also fragile. What is the reason that people keep waking up in the mornings even after their worlds has been destroyed? Is it because of the people who care for them, who love them and the people who makes them strong? If it is, then what happens to those who don't have that? What happens to those who's parents might not even acknowledge their children? I believe that it is the feeling of being wanted that keeps them alive. Perhaps not by their parents or friends but by themselves. The most important thing in life is to want yourself because...
My eyes stared at the wrinkled paper in my hand as I read through the assignment while thinking of my own situation. Michael has done absolutely nothing to help me since he stormed into my home with his sick plans. Thanks to him I have done a satanic ritual, been kidnapped and am now a part of a murder investigation. Maybe it's time I stand up for myself and realize that he does't want me. I want me.
History repeats itself as I put my robe on and headed towards the attic, he better be there. I took a deep breath letting the oxygen fill my lungs before this time, knocking on the door.
When he didn't answer I knocked again but harder and let out a sigh. The door swung open and Michael opened the door before starting to walk back and forth over the wooden floor. His forehead was creased as he pulled at his hair in a clear frustration and I could not help but to wonder what was going on inside that mind.
"What?", he asked through his teeth.
"I came here to say that I am done with you and all your creepy shit!"
Michael did not even flinch at the words.
"Done?", he laughed an evil laugh.
"How could you ever be done with me? I decide when you and I are done!", he spat.
"No! I do and we are."
"That cop came to talk to me today", he brought up with a much calmer voice.
"Well, to bad for you Michael", I said but found myself wanting to hear what Brenda had asked. He ignored my comment and continued.
"She asked me about the lake. And the fight. They are clearly building a case towards me so the plans need to move forward quicker!"
"I don't care Michael! Whatever you do, I don't want to be a part of it"
"Oh you don't have a choice baby"
I punched my small fist against the hard wall and ran down the stairs, this was not how I expected it to go!
My eyes wandered over the few items in my room as I tried to decide what the hell to do.
Should I tell the police?
Or just shut up?
My hand dig its way in to my pocked, fast enough for me not to regret it, and I dialed the number.
"Hello this is the police department of Silver grove, you are speaking to Brenda"
"Hi, its Luci. We need to talk."
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The sweet taste of evil
Fantasi"He grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his beautiful face. We were only inches away from each other and I could feel his body heat. Michaels eyes turned black as the night and it felt as if the darkness had entered my soul. Never before had I...
