I'm Here Now.

April 12th 2014. It seemed like this was something new and it was, a forced experience that I had demanded myself to make before it was too late and before anyone could stop me, again. Because they always do, stop and pester me into their routes and ways that they paved so happily for me. Why was it so important? And most importantly, why me?  Ongoing questions that I'll never have answers to.  Like always. I've been left completely confused. All my life I've obeyed every single stupid and utterly ridiculous rule that had been set out for me— unfortunately there were always too many to count.  A lap dog was what i had been.  A pretty little lapdog that acted like it too.  But not any longer— today, right now was the end of the era. I was tired of being a l

Emily Collins- December 12th 2015 “I thought we had one more week!” I hear a familiar voice screaming as I'm rushed down the long halls and into the maternity ward. “What the fuck!” Again, he screams, confused. I almost find myself wanting to laugh at my friend's confusion and worried face but the pain from this is way too much and all I can afford to do right now is grimace in his direction, hoping he knows that currently, this is hilarious in my mind because of his constant cursing at everyone. He is a mess right now and I don't blame him, I'm scared too and Jasmine looks much too happy to focus on her fear. I don't blame her either because I, too, am happy, so goddamn happy. Another sickening pain pierces through my lower half and I swear, I'm not being dramatic when I cry from the pain of early child birth. “Don't you da

Emily Collins.  “I think you should try a more modern look, for your hair and makeup because everything else is vintage, no? It would look nice but that's just my opinion.” I tell the nervous looking bride and bride's mates in front of me. “Just relax. It's not that stressful, I promise you that you will still look beautiful no matter what.” I assure her. Sarah is one of my recent clients, recent as in eight months ago! And today she came in for a last minute appointment, it was a stress run for her. I had to reassure her about everything, again, for the third time but I didn't mind because this was basically my everyday thing with the bride's and groom's, they were always so nervous and stressed. “Uhmm,” She bites her lips while in deep thought and then she smiles, probably figuring it out by herself

Emily Collins. Connor watches Alex with careful eyes and I know why he does it. His never been one for confrontation or anything with fighting and Alex is an intimidating figure. Two successfully people in the same room is deadly serious. Especially when both these people are off male inhabitants. Alex is tall and has dark hair, the way he dresses and speaks and even walks, it's all too steady and calm, as if he always knew his next step, next move. Sometimes that alone freaked me out.  Another thing that I know about is that Jasmine probably rushed out off here, faster than a lightning bolt and he must have sensed something is wrong with her because she is hardly ever in a rush, even so, if she is, she'd still talk and make conversations, regardless. It's a somewhat good and bad habit of hers but you eventually get used to it and her sometimes tard

Alex Henderson. Archer stomped his small feet, damn loud, in front of me and i could tell it was annoying the rest of the people around but really I didn't give a fuck about them. The boy really did whatever he wanted. Either way, I could tell him to stop and he won't. I huffed and he turned to look at me grinning widely, that was doom, I knew it too. “What's with the devil's look, huh?” I question, watching him with careful eyes and he shrugs his shoulders, still smiling. “Are you coming with us?” “Where?” He looks irritated at my lack of attention and glares at me and reaches out, pinching my leg. “Ow! What the fuck, man?” I hiss, stopping to sooth the now aching leg and he laughs. “10 buckroos for my swear jar!” He happily chirps.