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Bits of unfinished things. |
[first verse] Push me, push me, I dare you. Push me, pull me, I dare you. Pull me, pull me, I dare you. [last verse] Push me, push me, I dare you. Pull me, pull me, I dare you. Push me - pull you, You're coming down too. (Inspired by something my English teacher said.) _-~~-_ Peel away the layers Expose my soul Hard and raw and unprotected Tame like a newborn foal. (Inspired by a piece of grass.) _-~~-_ 'Girl appears to be offline.' I sigh. Great. Right when I need her. "Are you hiding?" No reply. Shit. I take a deep breath, and start typing. -- 'Boy has sent you an offline instant message.' I clicked onto the window with a smile. "Boy sent (24/12/2008, 17:53): Are you hiding? Boy sent (24/12/2008, 18:04): I’m going to do it. Today. You don’t know what I’m capable of. You won’t believe me. But I am. I’m going to do it. Tonight. Before you can stop me, so don’t try. Roll your eyes all you want – you don’t know what I’m capable of. Boy sent (24/12/2008, 18:06): 12 Hidewood Lane. Boy sent (24/12/2008, 18:08): Goodbye lover…" I sat in shock for a second, then sprinted out of the house, not even stopping to put a coat on over my pyjamas. I ran to the address. All this time, he was so close. I could hardly see through the heavily falling snow. Or was that tears, making my vision so blurry? My bare feet skidded on the snow as I turned into the front garden of number 12. On pure instinct, I headed slowly through the side gate, to the back garden. The creak of taut wet rope confirmed what I had already realized, yet refused to believe. (Inspired by a true story. They are yet to be named, if they will be at all.) |