DitsyDoo

What are you waiting for?   Are you still alive?   Or have you killed yourself, With all the chemicals you pump into you,   Your already degraded body?   How much more do you think you could take?   Because I think you're a goner. Nothing but a worthless addict. Do you care?   About how I feel?   I can't stand watching you,   Killing yourself, So slowly, It tears me apart, I watch you die, Slowly, Your mind washing away with the need,   The need to take away the pain, To forget about me, The one who cares, The one who will always be their, But you have forgotten my promise, To protect you, To save you, W

The dark waters rise and fall, Like a living, breathing person, It moves like bodies, engulfing each other, The restless rush of water onto the shore, The moon shimmers on the surface, Like a million eyes, I toss my message in a bottle into the water, It is engulfed, Taken, kidnapped, stolen, It is dragged away by the violent hands, Grabbing it, But unable to keep it down, The moonlight reflects off my glass bottle, The large cliffs in the distance, Barely distinguishable, The gates to the bodies' prison, The eternal holding place of lost souls, The ocean sings to me, She calls to me, Where do I belong? I

My heart is dying I can't breath Hold me tight Please save me I want to be saved I miss you Come home Please don't leave me But you're already gone Never coming back You left me In the dark and dirty gutter to rot To die a painful death I can't breath Where are you? My heart is slowing Do you know what is happening? How you ripped my heart out and tore it to shreds? I'm dying And you won't stop Why? Why did you leave? I feel my last breaths coming slowly, painfully My lungs are failing My heart is bleeding I see it on my white shirt It is being inked out by your selfishness You left me To d

Chapter 2 Abby woke at four-thirty.  She rose painfully, feeling all her bruises from only hours earlier.  She smiled; luckily she had a bathroom with a shower as an add-on to her room, even if it was pretty pathetic.  She walked into her little bathroom and turned the shower on.  As she started pealing her clothes off she noticed she hadn't changed before she went to sleep.  The clothes were stuck to her skin.  Finally, after struggling to get her clothes off Abby got into the shower, wincing at the sudden heat on her bruised skin.  She stood there, soaking in the hot water, the salty sweat being washed off her skin, out of her hair.  After

Chapter 1 The dark confines of the practice room were unbearable.  Abby was bent over, breathing raggedly.  Her clothes were moist with sweat.  She had a wrenching pain flowing through all her muscles.  She clutched at her abdominal area.  She stared at the walls.  Stained gray walls with tears in them, revealing the fluffy sponge underneath, like the walls in insane asylums.  She stretched her arms out in front of her; she had a large cut on her right palm along with multiple carpet burns from the coarse carpet beneath her feet.  This is what you get for going out alone, she thought angrily.  She heard someone laugh amusingly in front of he

5 Morgan I was freaking out.  Michael was curled onto the floor, clutching his stomach.  He was hyperventilating.  I didn't know what to do.  I tried pulling him up, but as soon as I tried it he would make a sharp wincing sound.  All of a sudden I was standing next to Bobby.  He'd gotten there so fast.  I stared up at him.  He was breathing really fast, nearly hyperventilating too, but not quite.       "Bobby," I asked, "what's going on?"       He turned to me and started pushing me out the room.  He was sweating.  I stared into his eyes.  He was freaking out even more than I was.  "Bobby, what the hell is going on?" I yelled.      

4 Bobby I put the phone down and ran into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Next I searched the cabinet for some deodorant and sprayed myself, nearly choking. I realised that I was still in the clothes I'd been in for the camp with Morgs and Gazzah. I decided to have a quick shower, although I think I took about twenty minutes. I threw my clothes messily into the laundry basket and ran out of the bathroom, with a towel clutched around my hips. I was in such a hurry I nearly ran into my mum, practically losing my towel in the process.     I could here mum giggling as I clutched my towel around my front, seeing as how I was running with n

3 Morgan We drove back to my house slowly; I could even notice the texture of the plants and bricks of the houses we were passing. But I guess it was just my super senses, like Gazzah said, that made it possible for me to see that. I was sitting in the back with Michael because Gayle was probably going to do something to him in the back seat, with her being the meanest and most annoying and stupid and fake person I know. In the front seat, Gazzah and Gayle was busy squabbling about what CD to listen to, while Michael slept soundly next to me, softly snoring. I smiled, remembering the days when it had just been the three of us, me, Bobby and

2 Michael We went into the lounge where I was waiting while my dad and his old friends discussed some stuff. Another girl came, apparently Gazzah's sister, Gayle. I don't think she liked Morgan very much, but I don't think Morgan liked her very much either since they were glaring at each other the whole time. I felt very awkward. I was sitting on a couch with Morgan and Bobby, but the couch was very limp, I think the springs were taken out, and all of us fell over each other whenever someone moved. Once again Morgan fell on me and Bobby pulled her away from me quickly, I don't think he liked me very much either and he especially didn't like

1 Morgan In the early morning sun, I rose painfully in my sleeping bag.  My tent was sodden with water. I was sure it hadn't rained during the night. I started inspecting my tent, searching for anything that was out of place. As I reached out for my bag I grabbed empty air. I froze. Once again I had been fooled by the boy who had been my best friend since I was born, the boy I loved so dearly, but he couldn't have done all of this by himself without waking me. Then I remembered; Bobby had brought a friend with him for our little camp out.     They had pretended to be gentlemen and had given me the tent to sleep in. But Bobby knew as well