It would soon be okay, trust me kid.
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"Jodi stop...just tell me one thing." Nick said, gripping my arms. Jolts of tiny electric shocks travelled in my arms, tingling my senses into awareness. God. How could his touch transform me into a puddle? How could he have this effect on me? I turned my head back to him and looked at the hand touching me."Was it all really an act? Please tell me the truth." I couldn't let myself look him in the eye without him catching me in a lie but I couldn't also make the one's watching us see me as a weak cat so I made the effort; I looked the grey storm of his eyes and let myself be swept away.
"Yes, it was all an act." I said but no, my eyes betrayed me just like what I thought. I turned my back to him and lea
I think, I found the culprit.......
You'll never know what hit you......The beginning doesn't always entail a happy memory, most of the time- in reality- it's something you wish to never speak of; a blur in the back of your head that you try hard to erase.
This is your world now Jodi.......One of the truths in life is people only appreciate the value and greatness of sunshine, once the darkness that surrounds us refuses to leave.
From now on, you'll be Red Fox.......The realization only struck us when we couldn't get what we wanted, killing our hope and forcing us to adapt.
Sorry but I need to live.......Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood
There is no easy way out.......No wounds can fully heal. It always leaves us with marks. Scars are the reminders of our past that no matter how deep we bury them, there will still be a glimmer that makes us remember.
Don't start something you would just regret. ......We live inside an invisible bubble where we are happy and contented of our lives until someone throws a tiny rock at our bubble and pops it open. It shatters us, it makes us vulnerable to the reality of the dark world. And every movement we make became measured.The note made me wary of my surroundings as it planted a seed of fear in my brain-- some invisible hand is trying to get me. I couldn't do anything but wait for my impending doom. And I couldn't even afford to close my eyes for my senses were all hightened because of the fearencircling inside me. I felt cold, my body was shaking though my shirt was drenched with sweat. My hands were clammy, my heart wouldn't stop the uncontrollable drumming and it was like I'm about to experience cardiac arrest. Time seemed to drag for eternity.
Kill Marshall......We become like the things we repeatedly do, the litlle habits that composed ourselves. My body soon fell into the irregular rhythm of my captor's place. I didn't know how I followed with the time. I think it was been a month but it could also been a year; too much has changed that if I got the chance to look in the mirror I wouldn't probably recognize myself. I became a different person on the outside but mostly on the inside.I lived every single day of my stay in the place with a constant fear of it being my last breathing day. The bugging feeling that I would never see the light of the mighty sun, killed me every single waking time that I wished to stay with the haunting eyes.The owner of the note hasn't reveal itself thus adding to my constant paranoia.I trained everyday; they needed me fit. I took series of vitamins an