Cookies-and-Death

Axel Sinclair sat in his cell, his legs folded in front of him. He stared at his mattress in disdain. He hated blue. It was such an ugly color. This place truly was Hell, giving him this atrocity to sleep on. Not that he ever slept. Even if he could, the "bed" had such little stuffing to it, it was more like a comforter, folded over into two thin pieces, guarding his body from the metal frame beneath him. Zexion, one of the less-hardened criminals down the hall, had his old cot. It had been newer, Axel having been lucky on his time of arrival. They'd traded. Axel's bed for a weeks worth of Zexion's medication. Sure, Zexion would be strung out

'The Man Who Can't Be Moved' February 17th, 2012 The Man Who Can't Be Moved A Piece by Richard Price It was a cold, harsh winter's day when I saw him. Well, actually, it was just a bit chilly. But that's not very dramatic, is it? You would have folded this newspaper and moved along if I'd said it was "chilly". So, for all intents and purposes, it was freezing out. I was on my way to get my daily coffee, as always. Caramel, with a hint of chocolate. I'd walked the same route every morning. Straight down Main, a right onto Second, and then a left onto Pennsylvania. On that day, however, my trip onto Pennsylvania was cut short. As I was abo

I hate you. I can honestly say that I hate you. I'm broken. Every day, when I wake up, I'm disgusted. I look at myself - my hands, my stomach, my hair - and all I can do is think about you. How you burned them, punched them, pulled them. I can't stand my own reflection. When I see the light catch my eyes just so, I can only remember how you used to look so lovingly into them. Y'know, back when you cared. I can't put on make-up without wanting to cry. I hate that I have to put layers of it on to make myself feel better; to prove you wrong. I'm not ugly. I'm not invisible. Someone else will want me, and he'll be better than you. I avoid sho

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. One Mississippi... Two Mississippi... When I open them, I see you standing over me, glowering with your arms crossed. You open your mouth. Six Mississippi... Seven Mississippi... I don't hear words. A loud rushing roar fills my ears, replacing your voice. This always happen when you yell. I think it's because I'm afraid of what you'll say. Twelve Mississippi... Thirteen Mississipp... "Liar, liar, liar" you call me. Not in so-many words, no. Never. In your own way, though. And I think that hurt most... Seventeen Mississippi... Eighteen Mississippi... I pull my knees to my chest, burying my face i

bitchfuckwhorecunt I hate that I'm selfish. I hate that my best friend barely tolerates me. I hate that my life isn't how I was planning on it - Y'know, great grades like usual, happy friends, married parents, virgin. I love that I get what I want. I love that, no matter how many people are mad at me, there's always a bigger number that isn't. I love how I can never expect what will happen next - Even if that means I fail a class, my friend hates me, my dad leaves, and I get pregnant. I hate that every time I think of you, my heart hurts. I hate that every time I think of him it does, too. I hate that I can never just make a clean

I miss your smile, because whenever I see it, my tummy flips over. It's almost like I made it show up there. Even though that's crazy, because who am I to make you smile that gorgeous smile? I miss your eyes, because when they looked at me, they seemed so endless. Corny, right? But, it's true. It's like I could look at them forever - and I'd never get bored. Happy, sad, angry, it didn't matter. Your eyes were never boring. I miss your hands, because every time they held mine, I'd get goose-bumps. Because now, car-rides are much less exciting. I hate looking at my empty hand resting on the center console, knowing that your callou

because maybe you were never mine because i always wanted you to be because i was stupid and made a mistake and now your eyes see through me because i've been heart broken before because i never had it done like you did because it nearly killed me but i never really minded it because i miss you with all i have because i just want to see you smile because my life is just aching without you here because you're so strong and sure because i never knew what i was missing because the others were just weak lying to get to me because i want you to be mine because i always have because i want you to listen and maybe, for the first t