He saved my life... Well kind of ?

He saved my life...Well kind of? 32

hiiii. new post. read ;)

heh i love this video. thought i should put it up since it's almost Christmas!

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I reached my room and opened it with such a force, the slam however was not as forceful though, just strong enough to close quickly and end with sound as the door hit the latch, it had a purpose. I heard a the wine glasses clatter against the glass coasters. I'm guessing they heard? Footsteps started crossing closer to the stairs, I heard my father ask, "Everything all right girls?" I was depending on my sister to say something, at least a lie or something saying 'Yeah were fine dad, it was just an accident.' But no, she didn't say anything of that sort, or anything at all for that matter.

I cleared my throat, and made sure my voice was steady, I wanted to come off as 'innocent yet a leave me alone type voice', definitely NOT a 'oh I just so happened to find out there's a bet going on to who see who can get into my pants first because I'm just so easy. But in reality I'm not.'

"Yeah." I called out normally. I heard their footsteps back to living room.

I plopped onto my bed and turned over looking at up at the solid white ceiling. A exasperated sigh was fought out of me. Know that saying, sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me?

Name calling does hurt.

Being called a pussy or a wuss for not doing what everyone else was doing is fine with me. There is no need to prove yourself to people, the only people you should prove things to is yourself and the man upstairs. Doing what everyone else does has tons of consequences. Falling off of the highest level for cliff diving can lead into injuries.

I have no clue why being called, "easy, hoe, a hump and dump pit stop" affected me so much. Probably because I'm none of those. And this is why I keep to myself and aren't such a people person, people can backstab, say shit they don't mean, and leave you stranded in situations where you need them the most.

Fact: Yes, I am an over thinker. Not like most. But I tend to think of bad situations.

I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled, the slightest sound crawled out of mouth. Why much life be such a bitch?

[A/N: this part may get a tab bit confusing. Just letting you know she does not do this. I just wanted to add this in J]

No, I will not be one of those people. And by those people I mean the kids that when something bad happens to them they like act out, end up going to the kitchen, bare and sweaty feet padding against the tiled floor. Finally found their weapon of choice, and climbs back up those stairs not daring to make eye contact with their friend yet enemy. Friend because you think it's a way of letting go of that pain and gives you a little memory. Enemy because it causes you literal and physical pain, digging a sharp blade into your delicate skin, the two meeting and a dark red colour seeping out of the wound. You squeeze your eyes shut and suddenly a pool of tears stream down your paled face. As you look in the mirror, you see a different person.

Later this turns out being a routine.

You would think I would cut, since I was eager to jump a while back. But I rather not leave scars thank you very much.

I fought with my eyes to keep them open, sadly I lost, living me to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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Saturday and Sunday were pretty much the same. They both consisted of me being cooped up in my room all day pretty much. Watching re runs of Vampire Diaries. This show is genius. Everything about it leaves my mouth watering. Creepy? I mean hot guys, drama, intensity, romance, forbidden romance that is. I'm a sucker for romance...