Avalessa

Love is being able to stay around your significant other despite the fact that they just farted in front of you. Thrice. Love is being able to hold onto someone and not care that the world is falling apart around you. Love is being able to laugh with a friend when they just made a good joke about you. Love is being able to call someone up at 1am on a school night and tell them that their panic attack will end soon enough and that everything is okay. Love is being able to slap sense into a friend or relative and not have them get mad at you. After all, they were losing it. Love is being able to forgive someone. Love is being able to laug

The tears stung my eyes more than any fire ever could. My heart was crying just the same as I was, screaming with every overpowering thud that hit my chest. "Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong? Why won't they stop?" I cried silently. The pain of their constant torment and criticism is just too much for one little person. "Sweet death, I ask you to drape your cloak around my soul. Take me away from this hell!" I quietly begged. "BURN THE WITCH!" that evil hag shouted. "BURN HER!" Unfortunately I'm the witch. I was the 8th grade witch. But oddly enough I never confessed my religion; I never found it a good idea and that I should

On the inside, I can feel myself melting. I am cold. But when I put on a blanket, I'm too hot. All I want to do is cry in a corner and wait for the world to die. But there's nothing I can do. I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I keep telling myself I'll be okay. But I'm not okay. I'm not going to be okay. The world around me that I grew up knowing is dying, much like my soul. Everything is crashing to the ground. I know what I shouldn't know and it hurts. I think too much and it hurts. You ask me if I'm okay and I say "Yes." I'm lying. Suddenly that screwdriver is looking more appealing when I cry to ease the pain. Maybe the screwdri

Day 1: The first day of school. The girl with the big brown eyes takes her first step into homeroom; her first step into growing up. She gets some glances by some of her peers, most of them followed by whispers. She doesn't mind much. Day 2: The girl with the big brown eyes enters homeroom, greeted by a sarcastic "Nice shirt." She wondered why be sarcastic, as she thought there to be nothing wrong with the band Gorillaz. She once again passes off the strange behaviour of her peers. Day 3: The girl with the big brown eyes becomes well acquainted with the door of her locker, as the girls from homeroom shove her into it. "Why?!" she cries, her