Here We Are Don't Turn Away Now Novels & Stories

We won't die, don't ask Scream, not not today Don't kneel, we won't cry Hands up, not not today Hey not not today Hey not not today Hey not not today Point, aim, shoot! Throw it up! Throw it up! Throw away the fear in your eyes Break it up! Break it up! Break the glass ceiling that traps you Turn it up! (turn it up!) Burn it up! (burn it up!) Till the day of victory (fight!) Don't kneel, don't break down That's (do) not today! Not not today! Not not today! Hey crow-tits, everyone, hands up Hey friends, hands up

Not the absence of everything that came before. Just this. Just us. Still here. THE END

I gasped, huge, painful gulps of air. I was unable to speak a single word. With the last dregs of my strength, I tightened my grip on my phone. The screen lit up— Greyson was calling. But before I could answer, Eliza laughed and swung her foot again. The phone flew out of reach, clattering across the floor. "Now," she said, her tone sweet and venomous, "witness my marking ceremony right here, Millie. And wish me happiness."

"Don't touch me!" The IV ripped out. Blood pooled fast in her hand. Ian froze. "Leah, you—" "I'm fine." Expression blank, she pressed her palm to the bleeding spot, crimson slipping through her fingers. "You two continue what you were doing."

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn. Stefan and Sarah looked at each other and said in unison. “Hold on guys, it’s my turn.” The end.

'I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can stay Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please...' The last line is not quite there. I can’t seem to reach into my mind to pluck out the correct piece in this poetic puzzle. "It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." I couldn't think properly. The school bathroom is not a place to write poems.

"Where's Sera? Why hasn't she sent the Moonlight Flowers yet? Tell her to come out!" Alec stood blocking the entrance, his expression cold. "She's already gone to her bonding ceremony."

We’re going for a ride. ***

A pen is placed before me. This is it. No turning back now.