33: give me a day, or two.
Amy made her way to her house. She stopped once shed come out of the alley and halted to rake a breath. Looking around, she acknowledged the beauty that this particular city held.
And how she was going to leave it all behind.
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“Terrence” Her aunt called as she made her way through the door and unto the stairway. For some reason, she didn’t find it weird calling the last name they both shared.
Sometimes it was Terrence, or Tee. And from her uncle, Terry. Through the past months since she left her parents, she was insured in their hands. And though, Amy never missed her parents, she often felt she had to. She was obliged to.
Perhaps the reason she didn’t was their pathetic attempt to get rid of Sally.
She looked back to Mrs Terrence, or simp
34: when i'm away from you.ZÜRICH, CH.Six hours.All it took was six hours for them to pass right under the landmark that Zachary could very well recognize. From that night.And just like that, sharp memories hit his head. He remembered he was in a bus—“Katharina” He remembered yelling as he stood. And he saw the pairs of eyes that shifted towards him as he continued shouting. “Please make sure you stay somewhere safe”“I need to get off this bus” He yelled.“Sir w—”He shut his mind to these memories as he turned his face to his mother whose eyes were fixated on the roads. They had barely talked for those six hours.Barely, in every sense of that word. They just managed to exchange a few glances, some of which they caught and of
35: you were only seventeen.“Regina”“Oh Regina”He ended the voicemail with the same words he began with.With the soft call of his wife’s name.And Zachary couldn’t even bring him to hear it all again. He even had tears falling frailly down his cheeks as he tossed it away.He sniffled as he attempted to communicate with Katharina while his ears fell on his favorite song on the radio. It was timely, perhaps——cigarette daydreams by Cage the Elephant.What a name you would have thought, but it meant something more to Zachary. The lyrics, because food was his cigarette that he was addicted to. And also the fact that he was barely even seventeen and still faced as much strugg
36: bonny and clydeZachary stood up from the grounds. At least he had tried to, before it made a loud thud, forcing him to loose balance. In his eyes, he'd seen the risen flames that engulfed the car that just blew up.And he stared at his mother's own, not invincible to severe damage as it rammed into the wall, forcing a dent in the front. The flames lit his eyes as he stood again, this time with his whole body shaking.He'd realized the damage he had done and it opened his eyes as he made an attempt to run back somewhere as he heard the sound of approaching sirens. His eyes still whirled from jumping out of a vehicle as he waved it off, staggering.'Kat' He had tried to call in his mind as he limped. 'Kat' He made his way away from the disaster. And soon, tears had welled up in his eyes as the sirens drew nearer. He had no idea what he was to do.And he might have contemplated
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00: people see what they want to see.×A voice in your head can mean a lot of things--it could be your conscience, a divine interaction, or it could be the lingering whispers of someone you knew.Someone you lost.A memory that comes attached with grief.A voice in your head could come rigid or softly and it could sometimes mean a step towards insanity. Madness.×RENNÉ, PARIS.There was the tower, that rose above the ground in the smearing colors by the night and the risen beauty by day--there were the birds that made only the music that pleased their ears -the chirping in the evergreen trees of Renné.There were these beautiful things that stood out, that made the city a lot brighter- all of which Zach Harrison Dempsey hated so much.Sl
01: no one's just good or bad, everyone is both.×The voices in your head could be threatening--leading you back to question your sanity. Leading the people around you to fear that you've drifted so far.But the voice could be what drifts you closer, not only to understand yourself. But closer to an idea of who you are meant to be.And only you. Only you can understand that.×Zach was not a normal boy, and he knew it. Tyler too.And his mother.They all knew he was fragile. Very easy to be broken but they didn't know what he would do if ever he was.He didn't know either. Until then, he was. And what had become of him would only be frightening.He looked into the mirror, one of the very seldom times--at the reflection of himself, his large t-shirt that dropped closel
02: there's hardly a line, these days, between what's real and what is not.×To some people, it's a gift. Hearing voices is a gift.A divine interaction with the supreme being. God.But to others, it's what they fear the most, that they have lost it. They've lost all their sanity.Others like Zach.×disclaimer: depiction of self hate and self harmHis legs brushed the ground as his back leaned against the door to the janitor's closet he had only just uncovered.He sniffled, holding in the tears as he reached for his phone in his pocket, dialing his mother immediately.His mother, you could call him a child but the truth is we all have that one person we fall back to, our support system and to Zach--it was his mother. But she didn't pick up. She couldn't p