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Zero "My death by your hands will be like this moon touching this river." Her words whispered from that gruff voice, as her haunted eyes refuse to stare up at my dead ones. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.” I lick her creamy cheek. Remembering her smell. Mine. “I can give you every reason why you should.” I once thought together we could rise up and get through anything. The worse mistake I made was walking in that Alley, but it was also the start to something so fucking emotionally tragic that even with this gun against her head, my organs bleed for her as she closes her eyes and exhales a new breath, Beauty’s Breath. I scream as I lift the gun and shoot the water. My knees hit the mud floor. I drop the gun and bend down, palms cradling my head and I fucking cry. I scream at how this could be. Why, why me? She doesn't touch me, she gets up? I know because I am so attuned to her, even after she proved me wrong. "Goodbye Zero." Sh

Somewhere in Red Rocks Mountain ParkDenver1999Taylor“Taylor, I’m cold.” She’s jittering, her words are no longer whinny. They come out weak. We’ve been walking for hours, and I know my sister needs to rest. Harlin is 3 years younger than me, and tiny, like mommy.I wish I could stop just for a minute. Every step I take, my legs burn, and my calves ache, as they pull taut from the long walk daddy took us on yesterday. But, daddy told me not to stop. For our own good coming here needs to happen. We had to come here to be safe. I pray, please god just keep my parents safe. I promise I won’t steal marshmallows anymore. I’ll stop swearing Richmond about peeing his pants, and I swear I would be nicer to my sister. I’ll even let Harlin play with Toby. I’ll never tell another lie again. Please God, please let them be safe.“Taylor, can’t we stop? I need to pee.”“I know. We’re almost there, Harlin. If it makes you better, I need to pee too.” “I don’t wanna be here. It’s scary, Tay

TaylorThe helicopter just dropped us off on the tarmac, Harlin and I were told to wait here, outside the helicopter. I kneel in front of my sister. We’re waiting for the men in black that saved us to come down from the helicopter. My hair is blowing all over the place. I’m so tired, but Harlin is panicking. We do not understand where we are and mommy didn’t end up fetching us. Truth is, I don’t think they are ever fetching us.“I just wanna go home, Taylor. Why won’t we go home to McKinney? I swear I’ll eat spinach, please Taylor,” Harlin cries, her big blue eyes scared and I know that look. This isn’t good. I grab her on the top of her arms and shake her, “Harlin listen to me, you can’t lose it now, you need to hang in there for a bit longer. If they see you go crazy they will separate us, do you understand?”She cries louder and I turn my head around to see the one man coming from the plane. My attention snaps back to her and I shake her harder, “You understand Harlin,” I snap at

Your love is like a cocoon, the thought of it, drenched with the idea of your beauty, like a butterfly, splashed in color, but the reality is like a moth, ordinary and simple. I don’t know why I keep hoping you are different. Sienna Bray, 12/08/2020 There were many ways to describe Kevin Stone. I’m sure we all had our own words about the Ghost, but his presence, and his frozen gaze as it stared into the cruxes you thought were hidden, was the most common. Growing up, I wanted to believe there was something dormant in him, that his unfeeling soul had an inkling of emotion, which didn’t surround his need to protect the ones he loved. I wanted to believe many things when it came to Kevin Stone, and at 16 I was sure I had him pegged. I didn’t know then what I knew today. But it was at the tender age of 16 did I get my first actual glimpse into the man we likened to a ghost. I saw the spark of something real in him, but it wasn’t aimed at me. It was her, always her, Natasha Bray.

Sienna He ignores his sister as he walks closer toward me, and my heart beats double time. “You can hold on, can’t you?” He doesn’t say my name. It pisses me off. The only reason I bite my tongue is because my uncle wouldn’t like the colorful words. And, well, Uncle Marcus was in a foul mood with Kylie’s antics. She sometimes had a way of making me look like the good one. Kylie’s anger always came in big disastrous cyclones. People got hurt. I wasn’t about to add on to that fuck fest. It still boggles my mind that Kylie knocked Dexter Kent. I mean, the guy cheated, sure, but it wasn’t his first time on that roller coaster. I look at her, saddling her bike, helmet on, form so tall and solid. Kylie didn’t wear her heart on her sleeves and from what I knew, she had the biggest not so secret crush on her step-brother, Vincent Stone. He didn’t stay with the Stones, so I never considered him a part of the family. Nor did I even put him as a Stone. He was nonexistent. Much like I was to