....someday.....I hope you see from behind my eyes.....
Yesterday, Sunday, whatever day...I did nothing. As I told Kelly, I sulked all day long complaining about myself and everything I have done. Yeahh, what a great Sunday moaning about your new hair cut, and well, basically, everything you find that's wrong with yourself. Physically and mentally of course. Yup, that was basically it.
Today: Definately a miserable monday. School was just predictable. 1st period was just....no explanation, 2nd period with Mrs. Valenti a.k.a. 'THE BITCH', 3rd period was math which was ok since I got a 90 on my test. ::sigh:: 4th period I really didn't want to go to....I don't remember if I told anyone the reason, oh well. 5th period was lunch and I just wanted to fuckin scream!!! 6th period was art which seemed a bit interesting. We are making scratchboards with pictures. And I drew a panda bear cuz we had to do animals and all the other ones just sucked. I was going to draw this really cute duck but some bitch took it. Now she completely ruined it and now it looks like an upside down umbrella. I SWEAR! So today, which scratching or whatever you call it....I pricked myself with the metal part or whatever. So I started bleeding and laughing just letting the blood run. It wasn't bad or anything, just like pricking yourself with a needle. Tomorrow I have to finish it up. Ok 7th period was a quiz and I got my story back about the rocking horse. I've printed it below just in case you 'felt' like reading it. It's weird I know, but then again....truly my creative writing at its best, or somewhat near it. Um...oh yeahh quiz. 8th and 9th period sub in Bio. We did a lab and I was just not in the mood for anyone. I'm still not. I'm soooo afraid I'm going to punch someone out and leave them there to die.
So heyy! Watch out for me!!!....::sigh::...then after school was a varsity meeting for our 'dinner'
next week. Oh yay.....
Hmmm........soooooooo right now I've finished my homework. I have nothing to do. My hopes have all been shattered, well the hopes I thought I had. Heyy! Don't feel bad! I'll deal. You know what? Right now, I could really use sally and right now, I'm going to call her! Because she's the only one who truly understands me. Yeahh, she's the only one. Whoa, I just thought of a really good idea! Hmmmm......
As some people told me, they thinks it's very disturbing. Tell me what you think of it.
Don't Ride the Rocking Horse
It was the year of 1895. She sat on a small stool that was about two feet off the floor. There was a tiny window that had a view of Morgan Lake. Now this was a place where the mist hung low, trees swayed without a breeze, reeds grew high, and sunlight never touched the ground. This little room, part of a rich mansion, was the place where Lara Abigail Williams lived. It was the attic. Inside the attic, on the floor, were her dolls, dollhouse, and her beautiful rocking horse her father gave her. She rode it all the time. It was what she treasured most. She rode it day and night. The rocking horse's mane and tail were made actual horsehair. The saddle was red leather, and the eyes were blue. It was a white stallion with a black mane. Her father gave it to her for her first birthday. It was very sacred to her. The William's house, which lay on a hill, was the home of the rich and beautiful Williams. This family was filthy rich and extremely vain. They consisted of Mr. Johnathon Williams who was a strict doctor. This man stood six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and thirty-five pounds. He barely ate and some people believed he was a vegetarian. Well, they changed their thoughts when they found half of a dead cow lying in the barn. They didn't own a farm, but it was built for keeping some tools for around the house. He had brown hair and dark black eyes that seemed to pierce through you when you stared him straight in his eyes. Of course no one dared to, or he might just charge you extra on your next doctor visit. He was a surgeon and tricked people out of their money. He would make them overpay him for simple medical procedures, which would take approximately ten to fifteen minutes of pulling a tooth or concocting antibiotic drinks. Mr. Williams was in love with money. Maybe he loved money more than he loved his wife, Mrs. Williams.
Now she was a plump lady. Her blonde hair was short and curly. She dressed in bright colors and her clothes were always brand new. She never wore the same outfit twice because she believed it might ruin her reputation. Yes, some reputation this woman had. Mrs. Williams, or Isabelle Clara Kingston, was a woman who didn't work. Women were thought to be useless in the brain category. They thought that women were stupid and would not gain anything from college. The rich ladies were believed to bear children, and to run the household, but without doing any of the dirty work. Mrs. Williams was didn't even get her pinky dirty.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams had married each other at the age of eighteen. They had been living happily and healthy along with every cent and penny they owned, until the accident. Lara Abigail Williams would be born in nine months. She was born on August 13, 1887. They had decided that they wouldn't have any children because of their greediness. The two did not want any heirs to their lot of money. Unfortunately for them, there was born an heir. She would gain everything her parents owned when the perished. So, this odd couple decided to keep their child, and raise it long enough to be happy with her company. But then, happiness was only brought to Mr. Williams who grew to love Lara so much. Mrs. Williams became jealous of her daughter's relationship with her husband. At eight years old, her mother found Lara guilty for loving her father.
Lara Abigail Williams was a thin, fragile child. Her hair was as black as night and she took after her father's eyes. They too, were piercing black, and her hair lay at her waist. She barely ate anything. Even a small roll from the breadbasket would make her stomach full. Her mother forced her to wear all black, too. Her face was pale white. Her bones could be seen because her body was so thin. A simple fall or accident could be the breakage of a bone. But then again, she was thought of as an accident. Mr. Williams cherished his daughter and also his wife. Although, Mrs. Williams envied her daughter and the love her husband had for their child. That was when Mrs. Williams grew insane. She went crazy with jealousy over a family relationship. She thought of another "accident".
Lara looked out the window. She sighed at the thought of having no one to play with. She always wished of having a little playmate. Lara had always felt so alone in the world.
"Daddy always plays with me," said Lara. "but today he is too busy to play. He told me he was working. I saw him drawing on a piece of paper with a pencil. He was drawing different lines and pictures. Daddy told me they were called letters. He said letters make words, and words make sentences. Then he said sentences make long stories for little girls like me to read. I can't read yet. Daddy says he'll teach me when he's done working so hard. I want to make a story about a lonely little girl who has no one to play with. Then she finds a friend. They play all day and come home for dinner. Then they live happily ever after. I wish Daddy didn't have to work. Maybe Mommy will play with me." Lara sighed again remembering how her mother always told her to get out of the way of things. She said she was always causing trouble and should learn to stay away. "I love Mommy. I wish she would love me, too. Maybe she will play with me today."
Lara looked out the window once more and saw her mother walking the length of the lake. She wondered what she was doing because no one dared to enter the forest and even go near Morgan Lake. So she hurried down the creaking steps, and then out the back door. She stopped short outside on the porch. This was a part of the house she had never stood. Lara Abigail Williams never set foot outside her house. She wasn't allowed to either. But curiosity captured the eight-year-old. The porch was wooden and there sat a small table and four chairs. There was a little bar, which seemed to have never been used. Down the porch steps she crept until she reached a gate. It was made of iron, and when she reached out to open it, her hands went numb. It was completely ice cold. She quickly pushed it open and took her first look at the other side. It was a massive graveyard. She never saw it before and could not remember ever seeing it. Lara wondered what happened to the lake. Where was her mother? Was there really a lake? This eight-year-old child walked right on through the graveyard. Her fists were clenched at her sides and her eyes almost shut. She saw many headstones and similar pictures Daddy had drawn. They must have been the letters he told her about. She increased her walk to a run. Finally she met another gate. It was iron as well and again frigid. She pushed it open and walked through to see the other side.
This time, she saw the lake. It was exactly like she saw it from her window. The mist hung low, trees swayed without a breeze, reeds grew high, and sunlight never touched the ground. She walked over to where he mother had been pacing. Lara looked at her reflection in the water. "I feel so ugly and lonely. I wish I had a friend. Maybe Mommy will play," said Lara.
Suddenly, as Lara turned away from the lake, a gun was shot. Lara fell down to her knees crouching over as she saw her mother step out of the bushes. She held a pistol in her right hand pointing to Lara.
"You just couldn't leave your father alone. He loves me! Only me! Not you. You, Lara, were an accident. You were never supposed to happen. You were never to exist. But you came, and your father loves you most. Now things will change. You will be gone again, and then we shall live as we were before you. I knew I had to be rid of you, and this was the only way that you would be gone from existence. Then your father could once again care for me, and only me. Then he would never have to worry where his precious Lara was. Then we would never have to fuss about what you ate, what you wore, what you played with, or what you did or say. Now we shall we rid of you, Miss Lara Abigail Williams," she Mrs. Williams glaring at her daughter.
Lara struggled and rose to her feet still clenching her bleeding body. "I don't understand, Mommy. I love you. I thought you loved me. Daddy loves me, and he loves you, too. We are a family, Mommy. Why am I bleeding? Why did you do this to me, Mommy? I loved you," she said as she fell backwards into the lake. Red water surrounded her lifeless body. It was all over. Mrs. Isabelle Clara Williams murdered her daughter.
* * *
Amy Carol drove down Cherry Lane to find her new house. The year was 1995.
She was coming here to Morgan from her old town Maple Hollow. She was moving here to overtake the old Williams house. Everyone stayed away from the creepy lot. No one really understands why anyone would want to live there. It is believed they committed suicide.
She entered the driveway and got out of her new, blue Jeep Wrangler. She entered the house. Everything was covered with dust. The furniture was covered in long, white sheets. It was an old Victorian home and every woman's dream. There was so much space, and the aged home could use a little trend. Amy walked upstairs and through a door, which seemed to be a young daughter's old room. She had heard rumors of the Williams having a daughter, but she never knew if it was true. Old dolls lined the floor, and also a small dollhouse. She glanced out the single window in the room to see a view of a lake. Amy turned around and saw a white light. It was a ghost of some kind, or that's what Amy thought.
"I loved my Mommy, but she didn't love me," said the voice and vanished.
Amy Carol was startled and shaken. The rocking horse in the room started rocking. It was moving and creaking. That was when she thought she saw the little girl who died one hundred years before. The child who was murdered by her own mother.
Pretty weird? Tell me how weird you think it is! HA!
Wow....I could end it all.......you know......just like that! ::snaps finger::......its different when you're on the other side.....the side you thought you'd never be on.....hell? no way....beyond that......
Everything has gone from bad to worse in just three days......
Today: Definately a miserable monday. School was just predictable. 1st period was just....no explanation, 2nd period with Mrs. Valenti a.k.a. 'THE BITCH', 3rd period was math which was ok since I got a 90 on my test. ::sigh:: 4th period I really didn't want to go to....I don't remember if I told anyone the reason, oh well. 5th period was lunch and I just wanted to fuckin scream!!! 6th period was art which seemed a bit interesting. We are making scratchboards with pictures. And I drew a panda bear cuz we had to do animals and all the other ones just sucked. I was going to draw this really cute duck but some bitch took it. Now she completely ruined it and now it looks like an upside down umbrella. I SWEAR! So today, which scratching or whatever you call it....I pricked myself with the metal part or whatever. So I started bleeding and laughing just letting the blood run. It wasn't bad or anything, just like pricking yourself with a needle. Tomorrow I have to finish it up. Ok 7th period was a quiz and I got my story back about the rocking horse. I've printed it below just in case you 'felt' like reading it. It's weird I know, but then again....truly my creative writing at its best, or somewhat near it. Um...oh yeahh quiz. 8th and 9th period sub in Bio. We did a lab and I was just not in the mood for anyone. I'm still not. I'm soooo afraid I'm going to punch someone out and leave them there to die.
So heyy! Watch out for me!!!....::sigh::...then after school was a varsity meeting for our 'dinner'
next week. Oh yay.....
Hmmm........soooooooo right now I've finished my homework. I have nothing to do. My hopes have all been shattered, well the hopes I thought I had. Heyy! Don't feel bad! I'll deal. You know what? Right now, I could really use sally and right now, I'm going to call her! Because she's the only one who truly understands me. Yeahh, she's the only one. Whoa, I just thought of a really good idea! Hmmmm......
As some people told me, they thinks it's very disturbing. Tell me what you think of it.
Don't Ride the Rocking Horse
It was the year of 1895. She sat on a small stool that was about two feet off the floor. There was a tiny window that had a view of Morgan Lake. Now this was a place where the mist hung low, trees swayed without a breeze, reeds grew high, and sunlight never touched the ground. This little room, part of a rich mansion, was the place where Lara Abigail Williams lived. It was the attic. Inside the attic, on the floor, were her dolls, dollhouse, and her beautiful rocking horse her father gave her. She rode it all the time. It was what she treasured most. She rode it day and night. The rocking horse's mane and tail were made actual horsehair. The saddle was red leather, and the eyes were blue. It was a white stallion with a black mane. Her father gave it to her for her first birthday. It was very sacred to her. The William's house, which lay on a hill, was the home of the rich and beautiful Williams. This family was filthy rich and extremely vain. They consisted of Mr. Johnathon Williams who was a strict doctor. This man stood six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and thirty-five pounds. He barely ate and some people believed he was a vegetarian. Well, they changed their thoughts when they found half of a dead cow lying in the barn. They didn't own a farm, but it was built for keeping some tools for around the house. He had brown hair and dark black eyes that seemed to pierce through you when you stared him straight in his eyes. Of course no one dared to, or he might just charge you extra on your next doctor visit. He was a surgeon and tricked people out of their money. He would make them overpay him for simple medical procedures, which would take approximately ten to fifteen minutes of pulling a tooth or concocting antibiotic drinks. Mr. Williams was in love with money. Maybe he loved money more than he loved his wife, Mrs. Williams.
Now she was a plump lady. Her blonde hair was short and curly. She dressed in bright colors and her clothes were always brand new. She never wore the same outfit twice because she believed it might ruin her reputation. Yes, some reputation this woman had. Mrs. Williams, or Isabelle Clara Kingston, was a woman who didn't work. Women were thought to be useless in the brain category. They thought that women were stupid and would not gain anything from college. The rich ladies were believed to bear children, and to run the household, but without doing any of the dirty work. Mrs. Williams was didn't even get her pinky dirty.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams had married each other at the age of eighteen. They had been living happily and healthy along with every cent and penny they owned, until the accident. Lara Abigail Williams would be born in nine months. She was born on August 13, 1887. They had decided that they wouldn't have any children because of their greediness. The two did not want any heirs to their lot of money. Unfortunately for them, there was born an heir. She would gain everything her parents owned when the perished. So, this odd couple decided to keep their child, and raise it long enough to be happy with her company. But then, happiness was only brought to Mr. Williams who grew to love Lara so much. Mrs. Williams became jealous of her daughter's relationship with her husband. At eight years old, her mother found Lara guilty for loving her father.
Lara Abigail Williams was a thin, fragile child. Her hair was as black as night and she took after her father's eyes. They too, were piercing black, and her hair lay at her waist. She barely ate anything. Even a small roll from the breadbasket would make her stomach full. Her mother forced her to wear all black, too. Her face was pale white. Her bones could be seen because her body was so thin. A simple fall or accident could be the breakage of a bone. But then again, she was thought of as an accident. Mr. Williams cherished his daughter and also his wife. Although, Mrs. Williams envied her daughter and the love her husband had for their child. That was when Mrs. Williams grew insane. She went crazy with jealousy over a family relationship. She thought of another "accident".
Lara looked out the window. She sighed at the thought of having no one to play with. She always wished of having a little playmate. Lara had always felt so alone in the world.
"Daddy always plays with me," said Lara. "but today he is too busy to play. He told me he was working. I saw him drawing on a piece of paper with a pencil. He was drawing different lines and pictures. Daddy told me they were called letters. He said letters make words, and words make sentences. Then he said sentences make long stories for little girls like me to read. I can't read yet. Daddy says he'll teach me when he's done working so hard. I want to make a story about a lonely little girl who has no one to play with. Then she finds a friend. They play all day and come home for dinner. Then they live happily ever after. I wish Daddy didn't have to work. Maybe Mommy will play with me." Lara sighed again remembering how her mother always told her to get out of the way of things. She said she was always causing trouble and should learn to stay away. "I love Mommy. I wish she would love me, too. Maybe she will play with me today."
Lara looked out the window once more and saw her mother walking the length of the lake. She wondered what she was doing because no one dared to enter the forest and even go near Morgan Lake. So she hurried down the creaking steps, and then out the back door. She stopped short outside on the porch. This was a part of the house she had never stood. Lara Abigail Williams never set foot outside her house. She wasn't allowed to either. But curiosity captured the eight-year-old. The porch was wooden and there sat a small table and four chairs. There was a little bar, which seemed to have never been used. Down the porch steps she crept until she reached a gate. It was made of iron, and when she reached out to open it, her hands went numb. It was completely ice cold. She quickly pushed it open and took her first look at the other side. It was a massive graveyard. She never saw it before and could not remember ever seeing it. Lara wondered what happened to the lake. Where was her mother? Was there really a lake? This eight-year-old child walked right on through the graveyard. Her fists were clenched at her sides and her eyes almost shut. She saw many headstones and similar pictures Daddy had drawn. They must have been the letters he told her about. She increased her walk to a run. Finally she met another gate. It was iron as well and again frigid. She pushed it open and walked through to see the other side.
This time, she saw the lake. It was exactly like she saw it from her window. The mist hung low, trees swayed without a breeze, reeds grew high, and sunlight never touched the ground. She walked over to where he mother had been pacing. Lara looked at her reflection in the water. "I feel so ugly and lonely. I wish I had a friend. Maybe Mommy will play," said Lara.
Suddenly, as Lara turned away from the lake, a gun was shot. Lara fell down to her knees crouching over as she saw her mother step out of the bushes. She held a pistol in her right hand pointing to Lara.
"You just couldn't leave your father alone. He loves me! Only me! Not you. You, Lara, were an accident. You were never supposed to happen. You were never to exist. But you came, and your father loves you most. Now things will change. You will be gone again, and then we shall live as we were before you. I knew I had to be rid of you, and this was the only way that you would be gone from existence. Then your father could once again care for me, and only me. Then he would never have to worry where his precious Lara was. Then we would never have to fuss about what you ate, what you wore, what you played with, or what you did or say. Now we shall we rid of you, Miss Lara Abigail Williams," she Mrs. Williams glaring at her daughter.
Lara struggled and rose to her feet still clenching her bleeding body. "I don't understand, Mommy. I love you. I thought you loved me. Daddy loves me, and he loves you, too. We are a family, Mommy. Why am I bleeding? Why did you do this to me, Mommy? I loved you," she said as she fell backwards into the lake. Red water surrounded her lifeless body. It was all over. Mrs. Isabelle Clara Williams murdered her daughter.
* * *
Amy Carol drove down Cherry Lane to find her new house. The year was 1995.
She was coming here to Morgan from her old town Maple Hollow. She was moving here to overtake the old Williams house. Everyone stayed away from the creepy lot. No one really understands why anyone would want to live there. It is believed they committed suicide.
She entered the driveway and got out of her new, blue Jeep Wrangler. She entered the house. Everything was covered with dust. The furniture was covered in long, white sheets. It was an old Victorian home and every woman's dream. There was so much space, and the aged home could use a little trend. Amy walked upstairs and through a door, which seemed to be a young daughter's old room. She had heard rumors of the Williams having a daughter, but she never knew if it was true. Old dolls lined the floor, and also a small dollhouse. She glanced out the single window in the room to see a view of a lake. Amy turned around and saw a white light. It was a ghost of some kind, or that's what Amy thought.
"I loved my Mommy, but she didn't love me," said the voice and vanished.
Amy Carol was startled and shaken. The rocking horse in the room started rocking. It was moving and creaking. That was when she thought she saw the little girl who died one hundred years before. The child who was murdered by her own mother.
Pretty weird? Tell me how weird you think it is! HA!
Wow....I could end it all.......you know......just like that! ::snaps finger::......its different when you're on the other side.....the side you thought you'd never be on.....hell? no way....beyond that......
Everything has gone from bad to worse in just three days......