I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
Below his hair line he had the largest eyebrows you had ever seen, but they seemed to fit his face quite nicely. His eyes were the same green as the grass growing outside and when they met yours you smiled politely.
All in all the man was quite handsome. Your father's voice brought you out of your inspection of the man, "Awww _____. This is Duke Arthur Kirkland." The blond man bowed and you curtsied in response.
"It is a pleasure to meet you my Lady."
"And mine to meet you good sir." You had to keep everything formal as society dictated. You would have liked to greet him in a more personal manner but that would have been frowned upon.
"Arthur and myself were talking, and you have come of age to be Wed. Arthur's family is quite high up in society, he
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
Class starts and ends and the bells rings with a shrill.
Maybe it wont come today
And maybe it will
I grab my books and flee from the classroom
Our teacher calls and I run faster
I hear the footsteps growing loud
I hear the words leave your mouths
Faggot, Douche, Whore, Freak
Leave me alone and let me be.
Forget who I am and whoever once was
To you Im not human now and I never was
A lesbian, a slut
In yours eyes I should go to hell and rot
I am not allowed to just be me
Whether Im at home, school, or at the beach
I exit the doors of my high school, freedom at my wake
Only to realize the world is exactly the same
So I shall flee to the only place I will be safe
To the only arms that can negate the pain
In this world that hates us so
What have we done wrong
Other than let our love grow strong?
I Love Her
And She Loves me.
The skies are dark in the brush of the forest as we flee
Are we so willing to sacrifice our lives t
You tried your best to get through the busy crowd of people lining the streets; sadly most of the people seemed to pay you no heed. Either that or they outright shoved you out of their way. It wasn’t your fault your family had to live on the streets. Your family was once one of the highest estates. However, several years ago the kingdom fell on hard times, and your family suffered harshly for it. You had lost your home and were living off of scraps on the streets. Your clothes were mostly made of rags, and you had hardly a cent to your name. Needless to say, you weren’t well liked in the community, and people hardly noticed you.
Still, you held onto the fleeting hope that one day life would get better. You weren’t sure how, but it should get better… somehow. Of course,
How does the saying go? Beggars can't be choosers?
Hands clasped, I start to rock back and forth on the balls of my feet like a giddy four-year-old, desperate to lighten the atmosphere. "Well, here we are!" I chirp.
"Yes," my new husband replies, "yes, here we are.
He sipped on expensive champagne, and pretended to know the difference between it and the ale he savored in the slums, ate those little snacks they served, and complimented the cook. Although, if it was up to him, he'd punch the man in the face and spit the food out, but not tonight. Tonight was all about appearances.
"Will, William? Is that you?"
The soft feminine voice snapped him out of his thought and a small grin crossed his lips once his gaze met the young woman who curiously eyed him.
"Ahh, yes, hello, who are you?"
"Oh Will, you little jester." She chuckled
_______ wanted to say "I don't". This was wrong, so wrong! She didn't want this! She didn't love this man, she didn't even like him! She was in love with another man, for Christ's sake! She looked back at said person, Alfred, smiling happily in the crowd. Oh, if he only he knew
No, him knowing wouldn't do any good. It would cause trouble. She had been forcefully engaged by her parents, and now she was getting married, and that was that. So ______ had no choice but to let her feelings remain secret
This didn't mean she accepted Arthur t
I definitely beg to differ. Any one would trade their life for someone else's if they had my parents.
My names Alice Beauty, and everything was going well for me; I had a wonderful boyfriend named David, and my grades were flawless for a senior, and lastly, I had gained the Valedictorian award at school.
Everything really was perfect, until my parents dropped the note this morning that I was to be wed to a guy I didnt even know! This is like some sick and twisted arranged marriage story some teenager wrote for the sheer fun of it!
So here I am, sitting in my room, which is now empty except for the boxes in which all of my things were packed in and my mattress and frame. Why does this have to happen to me? I didnt want to marry some guy I dont even know, and I'm sure he's a complete waste of my time.
Hm. She was a feisty one, no doubt about that. She lashed her tail. The thin strands cut through the air like a whip. She bared her teeth and laid her ears back. The stallion stayed still, observing her with bored but perceptive eyes. Her snarling face softened, and her near-white eyes sparked with curiosity.
Why are you not afraid of me? She had never encountered a stallion of his kind. Most horses were frightened by her looks alone. IF she bared her teeth or screamed, most all turned tail. But she didnt seem to bother this one at all, and those strange colors
Why should I be? He asked nonchalantly. Your markings arent anymore frighten
Meanwhile, this same news was being told to (Your Name).
She was taking the news better than Lovino, the man she just found out existed and was now
engaged to him, but still she wasn't as "excited" or "happy" as her parents wanted her to be.
(Your Name) was in the kitchen, sitting at their dining room table. You were previously called out of your bedroom to come and hear some "Life changing news".
You stared at your mom and dad, eyes widening with shock, witch your parents mistook for surprise.
"M-mom? Dad? Are you serious?" you faintly said, looking at the wide grin form on your mothers face.
"Yes Sweetie!! We know how much you love to keep to yourself, since you don't date much and figured that this was a wonderful opportunity from god! So we took it!!" your mom excitedly babbled, while your father stood with his hands on your moms shoulders, while nodding happily.
"N-no." You stated blankly, your blank stare shifted towards their tiled kitche
Eighteen years prior, Konoha hospital
Uchiha Itachi sat in the hospital with his parents, waiting for something which he did not know what it was. It disturbed him, but the reas
Silence Harrol sat at the loom, working her fast, slender fingers along the threads that would soon be her wedding dress. Her parents had been so excited when they told her that she was betrothed to Henry Almington, the local business personage. Of course, no one listened to her objections, that he was an arrogant drunkard who cared for nothing but money, and that he was drastically older than her, in his thirties, while she was only fifteen.
The bells tolled, "I now give you Mrs. Almington" Mrs. Almington, Mrs. Almington, Almington, Almington. The name rang in Silence's ears, the name she would have to bear like a curse for the rest of her life.
6 Years Later
Silence Almington slowly stirred the stew that would soon be dinner. It was the meal she cooked every night for her husband when he returned home to hurl abuse at her. She was nothing more than a slave. During the early days of their marriage he had treated her kindly, even s
It had been almost 3 months since the news of an arranged marriage was broken to (Your name). At first she was furious, and frankly quite pissed off, but over the past three months she had grown rather close to Lovino, the man she was engaged to. First the two had merely started off as acquaintances, but had actually grown quite fond of each other, and were both falling in mutual love. With the two getting married soon, there was a matter of planning the wedding, which was mostly planned by Antonio, who asked Lovino and (Your name) about all the important details.
"(Your name)....(YOUR NAME)!! WAKE UP!!" your mother shouts loudly while pounding on your bedroom door with her stern mom fist. "BREAKFAST IS READY AND EVERYONE IS AT THE TABLE!" her voice seems to grow louder, even though you're sure she was walking away. Darn mom. As your friend Francis had once said 'I WAS HAVING A DREAM ABOUT CHOCOLATE AND JERRY LEWIS.'
"Damn it," He cursed. "Just when I thought we could get along, she has to go and do something stupid like this!"
His heart continued to sink. But then something occurred to him…
Why was he so bothered by this? Just because she liked someone else didn't mean they couldn't be friends, right? And since he was with someone now, it wasn't like she could cheat on him. So why did it upset him that she had feelings for another man?
It was then that he realized he had fallen for ___________. God knows why, but he had. He loved that crazy, irritating, rude, wonderful, beautiful, incredible girl.
And she didn't love him.
His heart hurt even more as thought back on the earlier events of today, how she had lead him on. How dare she play with his emotions with that?! He punched a wall in anger.
"Damn her… damn her for making me feel this way…"
Back on her spot on the r
They shot open immediately when she felt arms around her waist.
"A-arthur?" She whispered, not really trying to wake him.
Arthur merely grumbled in response and pulled _______ closer to him, his warm breath on her neck. She shuddered at the feeling.
Oh, and the fact that he had morning wood wasn't really helping either.
Why are you conspiring against me, universe? She wondered as she felt her resolve to slip out of his grasp slowly slipping away. Just as she was about to give in, she heard a gasp from behind her and the warmth left her.
"What the hell?!"
His screaming was enough to break her out of her whatever trance she was in.
"T-that's what I should be asking you!"
"I don't know how that happened!"
"Surrrre you don't!"
"I- I don't! I swear!"
"Whatever." She got of bed and made her way to the couch.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping on the couch so what
"Oh… my head…" Arthur grumbled. His head was probably the thing hurting the most, but really his whole body was in pain. Probably because he'd passed out on the floor.
He struggled to get up for a bit, and when he finally did he was rewarded with a spinning room. He tried closing his eyes but this only made it worse, so he simply sat down on the couch and held his head.
"I swear I'm never drinking again…" He said miserably.
"WELL GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD!!!!" An obnoxious cheery voice yelled, making Arthur feel like someone was putting a jackhammer to his head.
"Ahhh! You git; what's the big idea?!"
________ giggled. "Just getting a little revenge for yesterday."
"Revenge? What are you…" suddenly his face got very red. "Oh God, we didn't… did we?"
"Please, you think I'd let you do anything like that?" She scoffed. Though he did get pretty close…
Despite his condition, ________ prob
"I HATE YOU YOU DAMN TOMATO-BASTARDO!!" Lovino screamed in rage as he furiously stomped up-stairs and practically threw his door shut. He was so angry,apparently, since his older brother, Antonio's job wasn't making enough money, he was now being forced into an arranged marriage with Antonio's, boss's daughter! He didn't even know the stupid Ragazza!! He flopped down on his bed, face down, not wanting to think of his up-coming future with some chick.
"I told you, It's not my fault!! My Boss knows how tough times are for us and this is a great opportunity Lovi!!" Antonio snapped back trying to prove his point. He knew
his younger brother wouldn't take this news so lightly. But, It was their only escape from poverty, and He had somehow managed to convince his boss, to marry off his
daughter (Your Name) to Lovino so that Antonio would then have half ownership of his boss' company and wouldn't be poor anymore.
"I HAVEN'T EVEN THE STUPID RAGAZZA AND I'
"Won't you at least consider it?"
"Damn it Arthur, no means no!"
"Well why the bloody hell not?!"
This was the basic formula for the conversations __________ and Arthur had been having recently. What exactly were they arguing about?
"A baby's a lot of responsibility. It's not like a pet, we have to pay for diapers, food, 18 years of school later on… I just think we should make sure we're taken care of first before we take such a big step forward."
Yep, they were arguing about having a baby. The experience was something Arthur was really looking forward to, but ________ was a little less than eager.
Arthur sighed. "How long do you think that's going to take?"
"I don't know. A few years maybe?"
__________ shrugged. "Sorry."
He frowned. "Alright, cut the crap _________. What's the real reason you don't want to have a baby?"
She turned her head, confused. "What are you talking about? Those all were the real rea