Worlds Inside My Head

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Shattered Lives is something like a play to prevent drunk driving. Every two years at my school they pick a few students to be in it, and this year Poppy and I got picked to be the living dead which means on the day of the play we wouls have our faces painted white an d put on a black shirt to represent the number of people that die from drunk drving. We weren't allowed to talk for the rest of the day. Some of the other kids were picked to be in the car crash. The car crash seen took place outside in the parking lot, it looked so real. I can't explain what it is like to see my friends dead in a car or on  the side of the road, there faces were painted with blood and Bree's screams sounded like she had really just woke up after a car crash. My mom was there, I wasn't allowed to talk to her, she was crying, a lot of people were crying.  I don't know what I would have done if Poppy wasn't there. Some of the kids were laughing, but i think that they were just trying to hide there fears. After the paly, everyone left to go back to there classes, and at the end of the day all the kids that were a part of the paly left to go to a church. I don't like churches. Poppy and I didn't leave ecachothers side they hole day, we talked about thinks, laughed and palyed, that part was fun. What wasn't fun was when the ploice man came to talk to us about drunk driving, they showed us a car that some teenagers had died in. They told us about how there friends had seen the wrek, but didn't call it in, because they were drunk. I looked at Poppy, I could never imgane leaving her to die. What really got me about the car was that I could see a beer can smashed in between it, the cops didn't put it there, it got stuck when it rapped around a tree. One of the cops talked about how he lost his best friend becuase of a drunk driver, and Poppy and I cried. Thats all I can say for now, cody just got here, more coming later.

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Star holds his phone tightly in his hand as his unease rises, waiting and checking hastily as texts slowly come in. With each buzz of his phone, hope would rise, for the familiar name that never failed to show each morning with greetings of good morning, but with each, the expectation would crumble. His mind wondered, and considered, every option that could had prevented Kari from texting him, and even more troubling, she hadn’t texted him all afternoon of the previous day. He didn’t remember doing anything to anger her, and she’d never ignore him, not without giving a worthy reason.

His hand absentmindedly trailed its fingertips over the bus window, making wiggling streaks through the condensation as the sun rose, shining in as the bus trembled down towards the High School. “Perhaps she’s grounded again…?” He thought wearily, sighing softly as he shuts his eyes for a moment. “I’m sure she’s just fine… I’ll just ask her when I see her at school. I just… Can’t shake this fe-“

His eyes snapped open as his phone vibrates again with a new message, and he looks at it intently before a smile spreads over his calming face as relief washes over him. The sender’s name was “Mrs. Daniels”, Kari’s mother, and it wasn’t too uncommon for Kari to text him from her mother’s phone when she’s grounded or otherwise.

He gazed at the text at a loss, and he looks at it again and again, letting the words sink in for a moment. From Mrs. Daniels: Is this Star Mercer? Do you know where Kari is? He frowns, a deep feeling of discomfort creeping back over him as he replies.

From Star: I don’t know, Mrs. Daniels. I’m still on the bus, but I’ll look for her when I arrive at school.

From Mrs. Daniels: Thank you… She wasn’t there afterschool for me to pick her up in the front like normal yesterday, and she hasn’t asked to go anywhere. She didn’t come home, hasn’t contacted me since afterschool, and she’s never done this before. So, please, if you find anything, please, let me know.

Star’s hand trembled softly as his pressure grew on the phone, it creaking softly as it threatens to crack, and he texts back, his fingers moving sharp and quick. From Star: Yes, ma’am. Of course.

His frustration grew in his fear, his mind racing with images and scenarios, planned out with every petrifying and appalling detail of what could have happened to her. He wondered if she was all alone out there somewhere, in fear or pain, or had she run away? To then would she be happy? She wouldn’t just leave him or her family, not without a warning, he thought. He knew she was different. She promised she would never leave him. She would never abandon him.

The scenes continued to flood his mind, as he couldn’t help it, and his stomach began to tighten in anxiety, and he paused in horror as one last, unimaginable image formed. “She… couldn’t be de-“ He snapped from the thought furiously, refusing to think of something so repulsive. To dwell on such a thought was no better than having no hopes of her being ok. She was a survivor, and would never go down easily. She knew enough to stay alive.

The bus creaked as it the breaks pulled it roughly to a stop, giving everyone on the bus a jostle, except for Star, who held sturdily in place, letting his body reallocate to the familiar heave. He then tore from his seat as everyone began to shift in their seats, still rising carelessly, and made his way down the aisle, jumping off the bus as he ran past the gates.

He glanced around, observing every detail, remembering her patterns. Kari always would wait on one of the benches, or at the “furry tree” afterschool when she waited for her mother. Perhaps she left a note somewhere, and her mother was too ditsy to notice it. He began to search every bench, beginning from the right to the left, looking on it, around it and under it thoroughly, and worked over to the left.

His hands parted through the grass as he reached under the last bench, the cool blades glistening gently as the sun’s rays shown over them. He let out a sigh of disappointment as he found no notes or other signs, and he let go of the grass, letting them swing back into place, making a soft clink. He paused for a moment, puzzled, and he slowly reached back into the grass, looking carefully as his fingertips weaved, stirring the soft earth until he met something ice cold, and metallic.

Star pulled back, the item held gently between his thumb and index finger, his eyes lighting up. Without question, he knew it as the very onyx fang he had given to Kari, the pendant that never left her collar, and as he brought it close to his nose, her comforting scent still staining it as it numbed his senses. The link that would normally hold it to the collar was wide open, the edges straighter and stressed. “It must have been pulled off quickly, or otherwise the edges would have been more curled.”

He stood up and gazed around, and his eyes past over the pavement, eyeing every dried up bubblegum piece and stain, until he stared between his shoes at something he couldn’t believe he had missed this far. A small pool like splatter of maroon was showing obviously on the pavement, hardly mistakable for nothing but blood itself. He dropped down hesitantly, the sickening feeling that twisted in his stomach seemed to shoot through his very core, and something seemed to choke him as he took in the aroma of the blood, his face disfigured in anguish and rage. “Kari…”

Star then stopped, and walked away, nearly running into some cheerleaders as they cackle in their own blissful world, and made his way inside the main building, holding the pendant tightly in his palm. He ignored the people as they would pass him, some looking at him with concern, some asking what was wrong, only to be overlooked, he unable to calm himself to notice a particular set of troubled eyes, glistening blue and full of knowledge. The onlooker shifted as she watched, preparing herself to make her move.

I put my ear buds in with a tired smile, closing my eyes as I sit on the bench in front of the school in the commons area, hugging my knees. I relax as the dreamy chords of the song Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park fills my ears. It had been a long day, 6th period Homeroom, listening to Melina chatter enthusiastically to Alex about the new book she was writing, now ever more confident with one already ready to be published; The Adventures of Wynn and Edmund. To then I would meet Star as he walked to the 7th, his classroom one down from my own, and we would ask about our day, all we would have time for as laughed, running down the hallway, racing the tardy bell as always. After writing a four paged essay for English, I’d muscle my way through Spanish pathetically, finding it my weakness, though I’m sure I wasn’t alone.

I ran through the day over in my mind again, trying to find if I had any homework, and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t do it anyways. I had to admit, I was a big procrastinator, and incredibly lazy. Speaking of lazy, I stifle a laugh as I watch Alex move across the emerald green lawn, making his way past the iron gates, headed home. He again avoided work in his classes as always, probably failing each and every one. He kept going. Good. Then I guess he didn’t see me. Saves me the trouble of conversation with him.

I look around, noticing all the students gone, and I figure myself being the last on campus, other than my mother, the art teacher, and other teachers without a life. It’s not that they didn’t have lives exactly, it was just they cared too much about their jobs, which often left me waiting for my mom alone, or having to find ways of entertainment in her absence. Over the years, I’ve learned, finding it not near as difficult as it seemed, being she tends to not mingle much in my life or business.

I took a deep breath of the breeze as it tousled my hair gently, and I looked down at my collar, down to the pendant, dangling from a key ring. I smiled softly, tracing my fingertips across it, and I clutch it tightly in my palm. I almost lost you today. I turn around for a moment, and all around me, checking my surroundings as always before going back to my silent admiration of my pendant. I breathed again, noticing an odd scent in the air, and I looked up curiously. It was the smell of a chemical, unknown to me, making my curiosity reel as I kept sniffing.

I let out a shrill cry as I jump, feeling a sharp pain in my shoulder, one hand ripping down to the bench to steady myself from my pendant, the fang clicking off, and falling into the grass below from between the breaks in the wood, and my other hand reaches for my shoulder. As my hands wrap over the pain, it meets something cold, and I feel a surge of something cool ripple inside my shoulder, and I turn, confused to see a large needle lodged in my skin. The needle was connected to a capsule filled with a clear liquid, and that a hand of a man. I tear away, jumping up from the bench in anxiety, staring wildly at the man, taking in his appearance as I feel for the needle.

I notice his hazel green eyes watching me closely, nicely complemented by his auburn hair, peaking up by hair gel, and I move down, he wearing a crisp tan collared, button up shirt, tucked in his black slacks. But I couldn’t help but focus on the faint smile that he wore, it sending a quiver through me, bringing forth a silent panic inside.

“What did…? Who..?” I began, before my gaze spun softly, and everything around me began to blur as it swayed around in a circle, and I felt nausea hit me hard in the stomach. I blinked, startled, and looked again, it getting worse, and I hear my breath tremble as my energy rapidly fizzled from my limbs, and my knees buckle as I fall forward. The ground swirls close as my head numbly hits the cement path, and the sound of footsteps seemed muffled, as if on the other side of a glass wall, or far away. I can’t pass out… I have to stay awake. I have to fight it.

I let out a weak moan of protest as his arms slipped under my putty like body, and be picked me up into his strong arms, my right shoulder buried into his chest, the injected shoulder. I hope I bleed all over that pretty little shirt of yours, bastard. To then I realized I couldn’t see anymore, being either I closed my eyes, or my face was also buried in his shirt, I couldn’t tell anymore.

“Oh, is that Kari? Is she ok?”It was Mrs. Eveningwood, my English teacher. She was fresh out of college, a smart but careless blonde, though her voice filled with concern. She must had just walked out of the main hall to leave for home, and by the sound of it, she hadn’t seen anything.

“Yes ma’am. I think she may have passed out. I’m going to take her home right now. I’m sure she will be fine. She’s probably exhausted.” He replied casually, his voice calm and cool, hiding any guilt or wrong that he may have had, and it only made me fear more. Though I couldn’t help but want to smile as I faintly felt his heart beating quicker in my ear, betraying his impeccable voice.

“Oh, good. I don’t believe we’ve met?” She sighed naively.

“I’m Ethan, Kari’s adopted brother. I’m visiting from Iowa for a week as a vacation from business.”

“Well, nice to meet you Ethan. Tell her I said get well, alright? I hope to talk to her tomorrow on her outstanding essay. She’s quite a writer.” She dipped her head and began walking to the parking lot, sealing the last opportunity of me getting out of this.

“Yes ma’am. I will. Maybe while I’m here, I’ll read a few of her writings.” He replied, his thumping heart fading from my awareness, as well as the feeling of my body.

The sound of an engine of a car roared to life like lions, and my nose was filled with the diluted stench of Marlboro cigarettes and seat leather. I was relieved as it started fading, the odor revolting to me. But I was also afraid and frustrated as I knew my body couldn’t fight anesthetics any longer, and to then, I slipped under.

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I walk out of my 4th period, Algebra 2, my head a bit numb from all the insane problems our teacher gave us, and my body’s tired from 2nd period Mat Ball in JROTC, and 3rd period, Concert Band. I twist agilely, regardless of my exhaustion, around the swarm of students as they burst through the doors of the classrooms into the narrow hallways, and once and a while I get an odd look for my swift movements.

I open the door of the woodshop, the building in the farthest part of the school behind the band hall, to where I catch two particular set of eyes. Bryan Peters and Alex Lambert watch me expectantly as I enter, and I can’t help but smile, enjoying the fact I’m the only female in a room of husky males.

“Hey sexy.” Bryan called in an affectionate voice. “I'm here, now what are your other two wishes?” He was of course, a freshman, his maturity matching his grade level’s expectations, and even more sadly, he is crushing on me. Hard. If it weren’t for that, he’d feel like a little brother, his blonde hair and blue eyes with faint dark circles under them, both closely resembling mine, minus the freckles dotted over my body.

“For two, I wish you’d ask Alex of what your chances were again, because you seem to keep forgetting…” I motion toward him, avoiding his chilling brown eyes.

“You have the same chance of dating her as I do for dating her for the third time.” He stated in a careless tone, shrugging as he pulled out his mp3 player.

“Don’t worry,” Bryan smiled as if he hadn’t heard Alex’s words. “I still love you.” He gets up in my face playfully, puckering up his lips as he tries to kiss me, and I pull back my fist with a smile.

“Want your face smashed in?”

“Ha-ha… You’re so funny, Kari. You know you love me.” And he thinks I was bluffing.

“Mhmm…” I grab a ponytail holder and put my hair up, ignoring him as he wanders off. I hurriedly go into my teacher’s office and grab a half made wooden broadsword from behind a box, and move into the woodshop area, which was technically in my eyes a 30 ft high garage. I could smell the wretched stench of saliva and dip following me as I grabbed the skill saw and began cutting, and my nose wrinkles disapprovingly.

I paused for a moment, looking back behind he to find Alex standing right behind me, looking at me contently, and I feel a chill go down my spine.

“Sup?” I ask, not hiding the lack of interest in my voice.

“Nuthin.” He smiles, showing his iPod. “Music.”

“Okay then.” I look at him suspiciously. “You want something?”

“Why is it always me that wants something?” He raises his hands in protest, slightly amused. I look at him for a moment, and turn back to my sword, sighing softly, not really in the mood, and I realize I’d be safer if I avoided power tools today. I’m known to be severely accident prone, as hard as I try to pay attention or be careful, so I grab my sword and move past Alex, evading his gaze.

“Well then be that way. Don’t talk to me. … Meanie.” He pouts childishly, trying to be funny.

“I’m taking a nap. I’m tired.” I state, hiding my sword among the boxes again and I rest my head on the table, closing my eyes. I drown out the sounds of a group of males rapping along to several songs, some I figure to be Eminem, and the intensity of the scent of dip goes down as they all have it tucked firmly behind their lips, cylinders closed.

My mind slowly wanders as I find myself beyond the classroom, and I feel a swirl of mixed emotions, surging from unrecognizable images surrounded by darkness that swirl in my vision. I narrow my eyes at them, feeling as if I know what they are, a sense of familiarly, but the identity evades me cruelly, fluttering in and out of focus. I feel my heart accelerate as I see blood dripping from the ragged edges left as the images begin to tear, and I stare fearfully as a hand extends towards me, holding something. I gasp, indentifying it being my black onyx fang pendant, the very one that Star gave to me back when we were starting to be friends, and I check my collar for it, where my most prized pendants stay.

My insides felt cold as I confirm it misplaced, and I look back at the hand, it beginning to loosen grip, and the fang plummets like an arrow into the dark void. I cry out, reaching out for it uselessly, charging down, but I suddenly feel something enclose around my waist, holding me back. I tense, sent into horror as I can’t move, and my vision wavers again, my senses beginning to focus on the warm vice that grips me, I abruptly being torn from my slumber.

“The bell’s about to ring…” Whispers Alex’s voice, humming in my ear as his head rests on my shoulder, and I realize the warm vice is his arms, cuddling me close in a hug. I shift uneasily, breaking his grip, feeling the sickening nervousness from my dream as well as the awkward affection that he presented.

“Ok… Ok…” I manage to get out, rubbing my face with my hands, reconnecting with reality. I look over at Alex as he grabs his stuff, he flashing me his sharp smile, and walking towards the cafeteria, my next destination.

It was always a rare occasion for him to be in a good mood, though, for me it was always uncomfortable, he growing much touchier during those times. Even though I’ve made it clear that we no longer are together, he seems to think that affection is still allowed, whether it be long, loving embraces to slipping a hand down to brush my inner thigh, it never dawned on him. He was stubborn, probably explaining his deep scars that cover his body over every foot of skin, and his lack of care for anything, his need to be shaved face and his dark brown, somewhat lengthy hair thrown about. He had seemed to have grown more reckless after I dumped him, loosing the motivation for things, but I figured he deserved it, being that he used me for his own pleasure and survival.

I feel Bryan’s arm wrap around mine as he gives me a sturdy tug towards the door, almost making me fall.

“You don’t want to be late for lunch do you? If you’re last in line, you won’t have time to eat. And you’re too skinny…” He grinned, poking me in the side. I smiled reluctantly at him and nodded, grabbing my stuff. However much I did love food, and the somewhat relaxing social setting of lunch, I couldn’t shake the feeling that emitted from my unnerving hallucination.

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Kari's Veiw:

I glance around as I walk past the cold, black steel fence that wraps around [Name] High School, naming the faces of students walking by as they talk with their friends, ranging from brainless cheerleaders, football meatheads, to the crack heads. Of course, none of them were close to my area of the social ladder. My friends and I, party at the second from the bottom, just above the nobodies, and we are all well known as “the freaks”. We’ve heard much worse, and we thrive on our popularity of being unpopular, not caring about what others thinks of ourselves. We are who we are, and we have a well known range of people; furries, fallen preps, Goths, aura seekers, energy readers, ghost whisperers, and any other freaky or oddball kind there is. You name it, we got one. Our cliché is a place where all outsiders can find a place, and be accepted. We’re a pack. And I’m the leader.

I walk in the grey walled “prison”, as everyone calls it, something every cliché seems to agree on, and let out a long sigh, ready to get bombarded by my family that I could now see as I entered the cafeteria. In the back left corner of the room of “4ft in diameter” round tables, about 30 in all, sat a fairly large group of students, all in which I knew well.

As I approached, like clockwork, the first to meet me is Hilary Jensen, my right hand woman, and my elder. She has short brown layered hair with a red tint, and her thin bangs like to cover her soft brown eyes, large like a cats eyes, probably because she is incredibly skinny. She was a 17 year old senior, ghost whisperer, and I refer to her as “the fallen prep goth”. Despite her past as one of the well disliked purebred preps, she has become the councilor of the group, as well as the joking “put downer”.

“Hey Kira, don’t you look cute today.” Hilary mews as gestures to my maroon Hollister t-shirt, brown cargo shorts, and red and black converse. “If you just took off that dog collar of yours, you’d almost look normal.” She flashed her slightly crooked smile mockingly as she let out a laugh, and I couldn’t help but smile back. I can’t forget her bold and impulsive attitude, and her over achieving urge to make a laugh over someone’s faults, but as long as the victim laughs too. They normally don’t get mad. Normally.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to remind me of how easy it would be to be accepted into a higher spot in the ‘food chain’. But I’m afraid I don’t share their taste for the hobby humiliating and sneering at my subjects every day.” I reply joining in her fit of laughter as we walk to the rest of my friends.

There, I look around the table; sitting around it is Melina Travis and Lino Sterling, to then Hilary takes a seat next to Lino and watches curiously as he plays My Sims 3. Melina, had nose buried in a book as always, has been my “best friend that stuck like glue” ever since 7th grade when she moved into this tiny little, run of the mill town. Everyone though us as sisters because of how we seemed inseparable, always working together on every assignment in class, and the fact that we even resembled each other slightly. We both wore glasses, and we both had long, brownish hair, somehow her lighter brown hair matching my dirty blond, only hers pored over her shoulders in bouncing ringlets, unlike my strait as a ruler locks. Over the years, we would bicker like there was no tomorrow, over small things, trying to prove ourselves right over something insignificant in the least, but we still remained as if nothing has happened.

I walk over and lean down to give her a gentle squeeze. “Good morning, sweetie…” I say with a soft smile.

“Morning, Kireee-chan.” She sings, in her confidently joyful voice.

“How’s my aura today?” I ask, a sly smile on my face, and I rub my index finger on my chin. She focuses silently at me, her eyes loosing intensity for a moment, and then clearing as she finishes reading my aura.

“Your colors are all separated again, in little orbs, forming a circle around you…” She frowns, a hint of confusion and worry on her face.

“Ah… That’s interesting… Cool. Thanks.” I give her a convincing smile, and she smiles back, giving her head a gentle pat as I sit down in an empty chair. I put my head down in my folded arms on the cool table top, relaxing as I close my eyes. I never do understand what that particular aura means, and even she can’t seem to figure it out… Oh well… I’m just an energy reader. I’ll leave that aura stuff to her.

My eyes open immediately as I feel a warm body wrap around me from behind, and the familiar exciting yet relaxing scent that I could never forget fills my senses.

“Good morning, Star.” I purr with a content smile, bumping my head softly against his just before he pulls away.

“I love you!” He shouts with a broad smile that seemed impeccably flawless to me as he walks away to the next table over, to face the suffocation of his “fanclub”.

“I love you too, star!” I shouted back, laughing softly with a bit of pity for him. He hasn’t been my friend for incredibly long, perhaps only 8 months, and he quickly became the best friend id ever had. He knows everything about me, and I tell him everything, and he tells me everything. We would trust each other with our lives. Not only is he a kind and loving person, he’s not too shabby on the eyes as they say. I look over and study him, he wearing a light grey t-shirt and bright orange cargo pants, and his curly, dark brown hair lay perfectly down to the beginning of his cheekbones, almost covering his deep, warm chocolate brown eyes, partially hidden behind his glasses.

I let out another sigh, slightly as I watched as several attractive girls and a few guys crowded around him, stealing my chance of hanging out with him. This was sadly normal, and I didn’t have a lot of chances to talk to him at school, so I was left with small moments and my iPhone, to then I would text him for hours to make up for the day. We managed, and didn’t let it stop us from being “close”.

I stood up slowly as the first bell rang, signaling first period, and I stretched and yawned loudly. I grabbed my black satchel and waved goodbye to my friends, before I trudged lazily to Anatomy & Physiology.

Alright, everyone...  I'm sorry...  It has been a very long time since I've been on...  and I haven't kept up with the site, as of its looks.  So, I had all of you on mind this evening, and decided to stand up and fix 'er up.  I hope everyone likes it.    Well, I wish everyone well, and I'll see everyone later! 

I thank the God and the Goddess for all the have given me, my wonderful fiance, my amazing friends, and for all the lessons I have been taught in my past lifes to help me prepare for this one, and the lessons I am learning in thiss life. For I know through there love, we are all contected in divine light and all relgions, races, creatures and countrys are one.

Come one come all, bring us your art, the story of your life, share with us the world inside your head

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Hey guys it's me, I know I haven't been on in forever but I've got amazing news!!! My book is out and it's under my real name.

The title is "The Curse of the Amethyst Ring" or "The Adventures of Wynn and Edmund Book One: "The Curse of the Amethyst Ring"

Finally got my book out there!!! But here's the deal. If you go onto Create Space you can get it now. Amazon in the next 5-7 business days. And other places can buy them in a couple of weeks but hey the last one isn't as big a deal.

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Happy (whatever today is...)

                                                              But hey no matter what I'll always be the one and only,

                                                                                               Poppy Flight (I'm here for you!)

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We have all heard of vampires right? Sharp teeth, drink blood etc. well what if one of your friends thought they were a vampire because they craved blood? When your friends with someone it can be hard to not keep there sercerts because you love them and you want them to know they can trust you, but not all sercerts are ment to be kept and this ine wasnt. Blood craving is can be casued by many different tpes of mentail and physical condisions. Vampireisum and blood craving are two different disoders, sometimes people who crave blood honeslty do think and believe they are vampires but theyrt not, they are just missing something there body needs. I DID THE IGHT THING, and i still feel sorry becasue she is my friend. i told someone becasue she was going to start drinking human blood I made her promise it would only be mine but that still isnt safe and i didnt want to help lead her down the wrong path I PRAY TO GOD  her mom dosent find out but I ALSO WOULD LIKE HER TO TALK TO THE DR,  I  will stand by her side no matter what she decides i just hope she will try exploring all opsions before she starts drinking blood if she dosent i will still uderstand and support her and make sure the wrong people dont find out about her. . . .

It was the pain, it was always about the pain, the pain no one else could see or feel. A pain unlike any cut, brun, scrape or stab. It was more then that, it was so much more then that. That was what she was wanted to get ride, she just wanted all the pain to stop.

The Wiccan Rede

Bide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.
Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give.

For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme.

Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
let love and light be our guides again.

Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,
and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.

When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek.

Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.

When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest.

Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows.

Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the God's
insight.　　　Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower.

Willows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye.

Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning adds its strength to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility.

Grapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen.

Elder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be.
Four times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark.

As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.
When the time for Imbolc shows watch for flowers through the snows.

When the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn.
As the wheel turns to Lamas night power is brought to magick rite.

Four times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all.
When the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules.

In the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way.
When the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight.

Harvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Heed the flower, bush, and tree by the Lady blessed you'll be.

Where the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know.
When you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed.

With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow.

Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you.

These Eight words the Rede fulfill:

"An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"

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Well im here with all my best friends exspect for Poppy I forgot just how much Gabby and I can clash, but I am so thankful for her sometimes hehe. She is worried that Cody might hurt me is all, she dosen't want the same thing that happend with her a kevin to happen to me so i guess i understand. What are best friends for? We all have to have some since knocked into us sometimes. lol well i got to get back to having fun. love you.

Once apaom a time there was a girl with out a heart, there was only a hole in her chest where her heart usto be. The girl was very sad and lonly without a heart. She tore it out and gave it away after she had lost her mind. The girl wonder the dead tree forest with her cat looking for a reason to keep breathing, while her cat carried her heart close by. When she heard of Poppy's field, a field of singing followers that could heal any pain. Poppy was her friend, so she went to the field seeking healing, but found only followers that belonged to other souls, but still she searched for her follower, the one that would heal her pain.