Sitting down in the chair opposite him, Mac looked up and over at Kayhan. Her eyes were filled with such worry but this was something she had to do. “There are some things you need to know about me, about my past and…and it’s going to be difficult for me to say some of these things and some of them will upset me, but I don’t want you to move from ( Read more... )

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

( She was 6 )

She smiled a little shyly at him, her eyes down cast, hands shaking just a little. There was something about all of this, something she found so nerve wracking indeed. His fingers brushed over the back of her hand and her cheeks flushed that little bit more. This was different from anything else she had ever felt or done before ( Read more... )

Mac shivered against the cold. She was in some town walking down empty streets where the homes seemed to be filled with warm happy people. She could almost imagine what was happening inside, the excited children, the sound on tearing paper and giggles as the gifts were opened and everyone saw what the other person had brought them, what Santa had ( Read more... )

She had never let anyone see her cry, not since her return to the orphanage after the first family sent her back/ Macaria had only been four at the time and didn’t understand why the family didn’t want her. She hadn’t been a bad girl, all she wanted was someone to love her, someone to curl up with and read her stories, someone to love her. But it ( Read more... )

Fingers brushed down against her palm before his fingers interlocked with hers; there was a soft blush that slowly drew out across her cheeks and she gazed up into his eyes. Their eyes met and he looked down lovingly at her, his eyes mirroring the emotions that were behind her own. A soft, yet shy, smile fell on her lips and she lowered her head, ( Read more... )

She inhaled, hissing softly as she pressed the disinfectant soaked cotton swab to her lip. There had been another fight, and she knew there always would be for it was all her life seemed to contain. Pain, fighting and loneliness ( Read more... )

Bringing up her hand she hit him in the nose with the heel of her palm, the sound of his nose breaking seemed to echo around the alley way. His hand came up to his nose as blood spilled down his face, tears falling down his cheek as the pain ripped into his body. Whipping around she hit him with the side of her leg, sending him to the ground, ( Read more... )

It was red, almost blood red, and she held it tightly in her hands, tears dripping from her jaw and onto it’d petals. A rose, a symbol of her love and devotion, for she loved no-one but the man lying in the coffin before her. Macaria did not hear the words that were spoken, neither dud she seek comfort in those who were standing at the graveside. ( Read more... )

People always try and tell you there is nothing to fear but fear itself, that the bogey man doesn’t exist, there are no monsters under your bed and the things that go bump in the night really are all in your mind. As a child you are taught that you should not fear what is out there, but in truth, what parents, teachers and other adults don’t ( Read more... )