FOR YOU
I write this for you
I write this so you'd know
That only one.
One. Completes me.
 
I see my future,I see the light.I see the love,I see my goal.I see the fire that lies dormant,
NOT ALIVEThey tell me it gets better,It's just a phase.But what phase is this?An eternal one?
WORDSThose words broke me.I can't explain,How I felt.So I'll use words,And I
I need solace,A place to call home.A place to curl up and cry,And never have to wipe the tears,Before anyone sees.I need a little more help,
No one knew I wasn't in control of my body when I fought the first wave of demons. But when Brianna cried out, I took over immediately and became The Harbinger of Doom myself. I stifled the demon, using his own powers. I guess, love indeed, does wonders. This, is my long road home. I miss him. I miss him with every breath I take, every sound I make. I miss the one person who could complete my sentences, the one person who knew what I was on the inside. I miss him every day and sometimes, I can't even eat. I wonder daily, if there's a heaven. And, if there is, is he there?
I was fine, comfortable. My world wasn't going in circles. I was young, happy, carefree. I sat with my family, weird sister, Marilyn, mum, dad, and me, of course. Dean. It was a peaceful gathering, no hassle. Just relax and talk. As usual, I was teasing my sister about her deadbeat boyfriend, wonder what she sees in him anyways. He was just… There. Nothing special. Love or lust has blinded her, I suppose. Mum kept talking to dad in low whispers, and trust me, and I didn't try to eavesdrop. They had a bond I wanted for myself one day,maybe. I'm not too big on love at the moment, if ever. We were talking about random nonsense, how I failed my test w
Eight months before...First off, the school wasn't my vibe. Yes, I was brilliant, outstandingly so. I was just skeptical about the whole "school" fiasco. I had to keep my intelligence on a low, in order not to draw unwanted attention to myself. It worked, but I was a nobody for a while. My name is Dean Olsen, a second child, a family of four. 5'9 inches tall, and a mouth that never seems to shut up.
This might have been a mistake. Well, I thoughtso at least. Brianna was stoic and didn't look in my direction once. Figures. "Uhmm, I know I might not be the best person to talk to, but really, I just.. Want to.. Y'know, talk," I said, fidgeting and sweating.Last time I was this close to a girl as pretty as this was