Chapter 4 Harsh truth'You have to leave? So soon?''Komanen asked as tears almost fall from his eyes.
''I'm sorry i have to.''Yeomi frowns.
''But....why so soon, you just got here." Komanen frowns.
''I don't stay in places long, people get sick of me quickly. 'She explains turning away.
''P-p-please?'' Komanen asks. 'Could i maybe....come with you?'' Amazement ripples throw his eyes as he realizes what he just said.
''D-Do you...really wish to stay with me?'' Yeomi asks doubt running over her mind.
''yes, yes i really do.'' Komanen half smiles.
''Im sorry Komanen, I don't think I'd be able to be with you that long.'' Yeomi explains.
''W-why? Don't you like me around.'' Komanens face turns into sadness as he is aware of what she'll probably say. Yeomi knows what she has to do to protect herself....and the boy she has feelings for.
''N-n-no, I don't want you around! Leave me alone, go away Komanen.'' She yells knowing the only way to save him, is to hurt him. Komanens eyes light up with....not hurt....but ded
Chapter Three Harsh truthShe stood up heavily from the place in which she lie. The ground was cool and damp. She has gotten used to the chilly ground, she looks at the sun or what of it is rising now...She closes her eyes for the briefest second as she prepares to enter the next village. She takes a long breather and walk into the wide opened gates. She looks around an old men walks by.
''Hello young lady. 'he smiles.
''Hello kind sir, can you tell me what this village is called? 'she asks.
''This is Nonamie Konako.'' the old man smiles.
''Thank you sir. 'she walks off. The old man watches with curious
eyes as she seems to dance more then walk away..is that just the way she walks or is it her grace standing out to him. Yeomi walks silently down the path..when she is nearly ran over by a boy with shaggy brown hair.
''Excuse me....''he looks at Yeomi a light seems to gleam in his eyes. 'Do I know you? 'he asks
''No.''Yeomi says walking on.
''Wait would you like a tour of this village?''He asks ''My na
Chapter 2 Harshtruth''Momma are you alright?''Yeomi asked.
''Yeomi me and Your father arent going to live alot longer.''her mother murmurs.''And Yeomi...mommy loves you...even if she never...'' her voice fadded out she breathes heavily once...but then never breathes again.
''Momma! Momma!!!''Yeomi shouts.She turns to look at her father.''Father?''she whispers.''Father!?''She screams.She curls up hugging her legs close to herself.Her mother and father had died as the doctor said at the same time...And that where her fight started.
Harshtruth chapter 1The night was cold as it usually is in the village,the stars shined down calmly on the night that was hiding the world in a blanket of darkness.
''Where are you going brother?'' Yeomi asks her brother as he prepairs to leave.
''I have to find Keshiman.'' Is all he says as he walks out the door.A large bag on his back and tears runing down his face.
''No Ashamoni, we have our best men on it! You have no chance of finding her!'' She yelled after him.
''Good bye Yeomi.'' That was truly the last thing she heard of her brother.
Being your own bestfriendI've come to terms with something most people don;t know about, being your own best friend. It may sound as if I'm being over dramatic, but I'm not, all i say here, is true. I have yet to find someone who says they are my best friend, i have yet to find one who will do anything for me, i have yet to fond someone who will listen when i need them to, and tell me all there stories. what is someone like me supposed to do, when you get up in the morning, and the only thing that wishes you a good day is your cell phone? what am i supposed to do about all those lonely weekends, that i spend at my dads alone, and sense I'm to ashamed to cry on the outside, I cry myself to sleep at night. I've had people in my past who try to be close to me, but im not good, interesting, funny, cool, relaxed and or loving to keep anyone for more then a month or so, maybe im just a terrible person, i just don't know.
I have friends, but no one i can tell anything to, no one i can cry with, no one who will sit wi
Why?Nothing left to do Why did i think you where different?
Why did I believe,
that prince charming really did exist?
Why did i loom into your eyes,
and see something more, when now i look and see, what tears i have for you now. I see all those forces smiles, and all these days i go pretending in ok, when everyone besides you knows, i cry myself to sleep at night. Stuck in this world, No happily ever after. you are breaking my heart, but why do i stuill love you?
to love againTO LOVE AGAIN TO LOVE AGAIN,
TO WANT MORE THEN IM ALOUD TO HAVE,
TO BE THE GIRL WHO SITS ALONE IN HER ROOM READING,
THATS MY LIFE,
I WOULD WAIT FOR YOU TO CALL SIT UP ALL NIGHT JUST WAITING FOR THE BELLS OF YOUR VOICE,
AND NOW I LOOK BACK,
AT ALL THOSE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS WHERE A WAIST,
NOW I LOOK BACK AND ASK WAS IT EVER REALLY LOVE OR JUST A FAKE PETTY LIE YOU TOLD ME,
I KNOW I LOVED YOU BUT YOU WILL NEVER TRUELY LOVE ANYONE MORE THEN YOU LOVE YOUR SELF,
YOU THINK YOU LOVE,BUT THATS ONLY THOUGHT,
YOUR OWN THOUGHT.
TO LOVE YOU IS TO LOVE NO MAN,
TO HUG YOU IS TO HUG A BED OF NAILS.
I THOUGHT YOU LLOVED ME,
BUT I WAS WRONG,
THANK YOU FOR THE WAKE UP CALL.
Love?...That line "can we still be frineds?"
Is nothing....the fraise "frineds for life" mean less.
in a world of taterd thoughts and dispicable actions, its amazes me how we can still believe in fairy tales, or how someone can look at another person and think they found someone they can spend theyre whole life with, when they know, deep in there souls, that this thing....that thing that tells you, you love someone will die down, and someday tell you to get away. Ive been beating down and abused, so nowi see how real people are, i see the bauty mos have on the outside, but i can also see, above all else, they horride selves that lie beneth the seemingly beautiful surface. And it discusts me to think that they mend one evil with another to create such a thing as love. A word of myth that kills, and mames.. A word that brings whole kindsdoms to theyre end. All in the pursute of maybe trying to be happy. When at the end of the day we all know. It dosent feel real...Or right
they dontthey dont know anything, but they think they do.
they dont understand how hard it is, yet theyre crushed under the weight of there own self loathing.
they dont see how hard it is for someone like me to be here, in this world, were no one is like me, no one i can tell everything to.
this world is different and this hell makes it all the more worse.
I dont know if i can trust anyone or anything anymore...
And im just not gonna risk trying.