"All along it was a fever
A cold sweat hot-headed believer
I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something,"
He said, "If you dare, come a little closer."
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know.
Not really sure how to feel about it.
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you.
It takes me all the way.
I want you to stay..."
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"I don't know what to do anymore." I said in my head as I look at my ceiling.
*Knock Knock*
"Wake up baby. It's time for school." My mother said at the door. I looked over at my phone. I whipped my tears and then picked up my phone. It read 65 unread messages. I just tossed my iPhone to the side and cut on my Beats Pill. Impossible by Shontelle blasted through my speaker as I walked into the bathroom.
"I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did, I did
And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake
I was careless, I forgot
I did..."
I looked in the mirror and began to brush my teeth. I took of my shirt and looked over my body. My rib cage started to poke out more and my spinal cord showed. I was getting smaller and smaller as the days went by. I stepped into the hot shower and began to cleansee body. After about 15 minutes, I got out and dried off. I walked into my bedroom and stood at my closet. Thinking as I stared at my clothes, I got an idea. I pulled out my all black and white Adidas joggers and my white Diamond Supply t-shirt. Then I pulled out my multi-color Adidas ZX Flux. I laid it all out on my bed and then changed my music to Nicki Minaj-The Pink Print. After I got dressed, I put on my pearl earrings and my gold chain necklace. Then I got my gold bangle bracelets and went back in the bathroom. I unwrapped my hair and let my braids fall down my back. I then began to style my braids in a half up half down style. *Multimedia Image*
After I was finished getting dressed I walked into the living room and grabbed my car keys off the counter. I kissed my mother goodbye and got my binder.
"Don't you want something to eat?" My mother asked.
"Nah, I got to go." I said. I walked outside and headed for my red Honda Accord.
"Tay Tay! Wait!" Someone yelled out. I turned around and saw my neighbors daughter, Keisha. She was only 4 and the cutest thing and the sweetest at tht. With her thick long black hair down her back. And who can forget those perfect hazel and green eyes.
"Yes love?" I said to her with smile.
"Do you have to go? Can't you come over to my house and play." She said in her sad voice.
"Aww, soon as I come home I'll come get you, okay? I promise." I said kneeling down to her. Then I stood up and said "Now give Tay Tay a hug..." She hugged my legs I hugged her back. I looked back down at her and noticed a purple bruise on her arm. She also had a long scratch on her face.
"Baby girl how did you get those bruises?" I asked her.
"I-I can't tell you. He said he would beat me if I tell anyone." She said almost about to cry. I looked over to her house. I knew who had been doing it. Her father is nothing but a drunk and her mother is too scared to leave him. He beats on the both of them continuously. I remember one night, I heard Keisha's mother, Mrs. Sanders, screaming for her life. I rushed over there and found Keisha and Mrs. Sanders on the porch crying. There was blood everywhere. I insisted tht they spent the night at my house. I fed them and helped them with their wounds. I think Keisha had it worst. She had a black eye, busted lip, bruises on her throat and her thighs.
"Keisha! Get your ass in this house! NOW!" Her father, Victor, yelled through the door making my daydream stop. I look at her and said "I'll be back later okay sweetheart." I kissed her cheek and wiped her tears. She ran in the house and me and Victor made eye contact. He looked at me and licked his lips at me and then walked back in the house. I just rolled my eyes and got in the car. I plugged in my auxiliary cord and cut on my car. I drove away with my music blasting.
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"Tay baby!" I heard someone yell out to me. I turned around and saw my friends Tiana, Jasmine, Meme, Jayla, and Sierra.
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Fear
Teen FictionTaylor Smalls isn't your average teenage girl. She has a childhood unlike most of her friends. Taylor deals with health risking depression. Ever since her last relationship with her ex, Jamel Thomas, she has been in and out of the hospital. She feel...
