Chapter 1

It was snow or ice or something in between but whatever it was it came down pretty hard on us and it made everyone fall except me because I knew how to walk in it without falling. It’s been going on for a few days now but one day it got worse Instead of making people fall it made cars spin around. I was walking home from school when a car came out of no were and hit me as the car hit me and I fell down a Clift, so did the car I thought I was going to die as I hit the ground and the car landed on me and all I could remember was a lot bloody Arrows getting the car off me and me waling up in the hospital, looking around the room trying to figure out where I was then I recognized where I was, so I ignored but then a doctor came in .

                                                                                           “Your awake summer” the doctor said                                            

I tried to talk to the doctor, but I could not and then I heard another voice and it sounded like my dad who I haven’t seen since I was six when my babysitter told me and my brothers that our parents were dead. That was the last day I saw my brothers and thee last day of me even knowing what family and love was. This was not the only day I almost died.  In nineteen sixty four I was six at the time I found a rope and tried to hang myself but my babysitter came in and cut the ropes off and took me to the hospital where the doctors saved my life and the cops took me away. I grew up with foster parents who taking me in then ditching me a week later after they adopt me. I thought to myself why do they adopt me then ditch me and never come back. I’ve been ditched seven times when I was six. After that I gave up on myself and started to smoke cigarettes and pot and drinking alcohol and cutting myself and anything else that was bad. My foster parent never gave any attention to me, they were never home and I was home alone all the time. The cops never stopped me because the cops were afraid to even come near me but finally I notice this was all bad and so I got help. Then after I got help I became someone new. I was smart, rich and most beautiful person in the world who hide herself as a nerd wearing a pair of nerd glasses even though I don’t have to wear glasses. I wear glasses to hide my eye color from people because I was born with the color red that’s known for the bloody red eyes which is known for a child who is born dead. I learned that in school when I was middle school. Sometimes I wonder too myself if that’s why no one likes me. I grew up with no one who cared and no friends and with nothing. An hour later the doctor came back in and told me that I was free to go, when I left the hospital it was sunny so I walked home and my foster parents were gone for the day, so I unlocked the door and there’s was a welcome home present. I opened it and it was an art kit, I was happy that they didn’t ditch me like the other foster parents did when something bad like this happened. My foster father I don’t get to see much, I only get to see him once a year and I miss him, he’s not married or dating anyone. I stay with his sister while he’s away, so I’m sure he knows what happened yesterday. He knows everything and I mean he knows everything or at least try to figure out everything. I live with his sister because where he lives I can’t breathe, we don’t know why. I believe in him because he’s been there when I need someone. Sometimes he will check up on me in the weirdest places like the shower. He will make sure you’re okay by checking on you when you are in the shower. It’s thee creepiest thing ever. Sometimes I wish he would check up on me somewhere other than the shower but I know that will never happen because he does not listen.  Well I need to get ready for school which I don’t like anymore since I get shoved in lockers and get punched. It’s not going to be funny when I lose my anger. When I got to school I wanted to walk right out cause Brittany was here today.

                                               “Oh look everyone it’s the nerd who believes the devil is haunting the gym!” Said Brittany

             
                   I thought to myself oh devil she noticed me but the teacher can read minds so she hit me

                                       
                               Hey that hurt what that was for!” I said

                             

                  Miss Adams watch your language!” The teacher said

             Ignored her and went to class and walked in.

                                             

             “Hey Summer did that really hurt when the teacher hit you for crying out loud it was not that hard” Brittany laughed

                          
           “I was hit by a car yesterday and fell down a Cliff and the car landed on me!” I yelled 

                             

                                “Oh my god that’s funny!” Laughed Brittany

                                            

                                     “THAT’S NOT FUNNY!”I yelled

                                            

                   “Oh poor baby do you think it is okay to yell at a Goth person maybe you should have your dad to tell you not to yell at Goth people oh wait you don’t see your dad until the end of the year”!  Brittany laughed

                                           

                                      I grabbed my stuff and put it on.

                                            

               “Hey Brittany! Why don’t you and your friends go FUCK YOUR SELF'S” I yelled and ran out of the class room into the gym and set my back pack down every teacher looked at me even Eugene looked at me. Then Brittany came in.

                                           
         “Summer I am going to kill you! Yelled Brittany 

 Brittany ran closer and I took my glasses off and threw them. Brittany threw the first punch but I grabbed her arm and punched her but she came at me again so I grabbed both of her hands and spun her around singing ring around the rose’s who’s going to win. I let her go and she went flying and all you can hear is her screaming

                                             “
                          I am expelled! Hell Yeah!” I yelled

             Everyone turned to me but that’s when my foster father came up and everyone gasped

                                           
                                        “She started it!” I yelled

                                          
               “I know summer. Why didn't you tell me you were being bullied?” My foster father said

                                           
                                   “Sorry I didn't want you to kill her and send her to hell even though that would make my day.”

                                              “Wait you know this black cape?” Brittany said

                                                         
                                             “Yes she dose I am her foster father.”  I said

                                          
                                     “You are a foster child and your foster father is the devil!” Said Brittany

                                          
                                               “Yes I am and yes he is”. I said

              

                                                                  Chapter 2

That day I got to go home early but I was not expelled for the fight at school, which sucked. I was so hoping that I got expelled so I don’t have to deal with everything. Even though if I got expelled,  it won’t hurt my chance to go to go to college because I graduated  high school freshmen year. I was always known as the smart one in the school in my freshmen year but everything changed, people started shoving people in lockers and they get in trouble and more. People don’t realize that it can ruin their lives, I stopped my freshmen year with all of that. Then I became this nerd that I am now which sucks. Now because I have to wear dresses and I hate dresses. My foster father is now pulling me out of school and putting me in my fourth college I've been to. I don’t get to choose because I got to choose the others. I get to know which college when my foster father gets home which he will be home in one minute

                              “Summer! Come down here please” he said

                                             “Coming dad” I said                                                                                                                                                              

“So I thought of your last college that you will be attending. I already signed you up so you leave tomorrow is that okay summer”

                  “Okay what college am I going to?”

              
                   “You will see tomorrow summer.”

            
                       “Okay I will go pack then dad”

So most of my old teachers kept asking me why I am going to another college and why did I come back to high school if I graduated and really I had no choice because to come back because all the people who took me in ad ditched me did not know that I graduated my freshmen year so what did I do while I was in school I was a teacher assistant I helped every teacher in the school until school was over at six o’clock unless students skip school then everyone stays longer if the principle finds out but if she doesn't we are safe. The school starts at five o’clock in the morning and ends at six o’clock at night. No one listens anymore either and if you do listen and one of the teachers catch you then you get to go to the Volturi School where you can learn to become a bloody rose or bloody Arrow or a Volturi or something bigger but that very rare to even get to that school and pass. That school is a lot of work, you have to a lot of training and a lot of work. I am now upstairs packing clothes when I was finally done I grabbed a book off the shelf and started to read it when I was done with the book I finally fallen asleep. The next morning I woke up then sat up and looked down at the floor were the book was lay on the ground, so I picked it up then put it back on the shelf and then grabbed my stuff  and shut the light off then went down stairs then headed to my car. After my stuff was in the car I went back inside and hugged my foster dad then started for my car.

“Hey sums” Arrow said

“Wow you want to talk to me now Arrow I can’t talk I need to go”

“Summer I am sorry I just need to talk to you”

“Arrow want do you want to talk about I need to go to college and can’t say”

“I’m not letting you leave”

 “Arrow I need to go can you please move away from the car” 

 “Summer look”   

 “Really Arrow you still remember the labyrinth story”

     “Yes and I am not done”

      “You’re not?”

      “Just fear me, love me, do what I say and I will be your slave”

     “Why are you telling me the labyrinth quote that Jareth says in the story to Sarah?”

“Because that’s the only way I can get you to stop and look at me when I say something from the story, now if I am going to let you go you are taking me with you”

                Arrow…  

                  As I was going to finish my sentence Arrow kissed me

              “Arrow why did you kiss me? We broke up because Brittany didn't want you to have a girlfriend”

          “I kissed you because I am done with Brittany she’s controlling my life and she has a life.”

             “She does not have a life and she should just leave people alone and get a real life”

                                                                            *Laughing*

                                                                               
                                                                          “Get in the car.”

So today was just weird so far but at least my plane to get Arrow in the car worked. I am not going to college Arrow is, I am taking him to his dream college where he can train to become a doctor and I am paying for it all except the room which my dad is paying for. When me and Arrow got to the college Arrow finally noticed himself that I was not the one going to the college.  I asked Arrow to help me Carrie the luggage to the room, so he did. The next morning I woke up not remembering what happened yesterday but Arrow was at school now so I went to take a shower and all I can hear is Arrow coming down the hall so I got dressed and left the bathroom

                                             “Hello beautiful “Arrow said

                                                            “Hey black bear how’s your day and do you know what happened last night I can’t remember”

                                             “Of course I remember. You got back together with me and you let me take you to bed that was our night”

“O God I really let you take me to bed.”

“Yes you did are you okay sums”

“Yes Arrow I am fine but first did….”

“O shit I don’t remember doing that you yelled at me to fuck you then you fucked me first because I was so happy to be back with you. Dammit I am going to be yelled at by your foster father.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

“It’s both of are faults summer, I am not letting you take all the blame summer.”

“This is why I still loved you when we broke up and at least we are not under age* laugh *

“Everything will be okay when you’re near an Arrow”

              
                  *LAUGHING*

(To be continued)                  

        

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Torment

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault, PTSD
Some scenes are graphic in nature, read at your own risk.

My back and my side hurts. Can't breathe. My chest's heavy. The marble floor is cold. His hands press into me; my sides, my hips. They tear at my clothing. Screaming. Begging. He exposes my flesh, throwing the torn fabric behind him. Scrambling to get away. He pulls me back by my leg. Dull pain throbs from where he touches me. One hand traps both of my wrists. His lips, his teeth, his tongue drag my neck, my shoulder. My eyes burn. Hot wet trails form from them. His free hand forces my legs apart. Begging. Screaming. No use. He continues, forces inward. Hot pain. Sharp pain. It starts in my womb and spreads through me. Wordless screaming now; bouncing around the temple. He's too strong. It hurts too much. Fall limp. Pain lessens, just slightly. My body's on fire. His cold hands cause it to burn and leave trails of pain wherever they touch. Eyes open. Vision blurred. The statue; the goddess.  Pleading to her. More screaming. Make him stop.

"Athena!"

My throat feels dry and cracked, scarred and sore. Agitated hissing sounds by my ears; the only noise besides the quieting echoes of screaming. My screaming. Hissing; the friction of scales against scales and flicking serpent tongues.

She was only trying to help, wasn't she?

His touch is still here, rending my flesh in tortured ribbons; cold but burning, cutting into me as a blade, piercing me in my most vulnerable place even with my legs firmly closed and his presence long since gone. It's not real. He's not here anymore.

But it feels so real. The heavy brine of his hot breath invades my lungs, choking me; his heavy body holds mine hostage, wrists pinned in one hand above my head -- even though I know they lie now by my sides.

Help me. Help me. Help me.

More hissing. I'm getting dizzy from holding my breath to avoid his scent; trying to focus on the hissing, the heavy chlainai draped over me as a cover from the damp chill of this part of the cave, my arms crossed over my chest and free to move, my thighs pressed tightly together.

Help me. Oh, Athena. Oh Mnemosyne. Help me.

Eventually, his torments fade; their impressions on my battered skin lightening, until his touch is left in the past where it belongs. How long have I been awake? How long, and how much rest did I manage last night?

My head is thrumming and my body is weighed down like it were filled with sand. Would it be worth it to get up? I'm not certain.

My goddess Mnemosyne, won't you grant me reprieve of him? At least one night? Is that too much to ask of you?

Leaving the bed takes nearly all of the energy I have. My clothes are almost too heavy, and it feels as if they're pressing me to the ground.

Like he pressed me to the ground.

No, no. Mnemosyne; don't allow me to think of that. Please. Not again. Haven't I gotten more of that then I deserve?

Wrists heavy, captured by a hard pressure. A thick mass astride my body.

Touching, touching; always touching.

Help me. Help me. Mnemosyne. Athena! Help me! Please!

The weight on my chest confines my lungs and forces only short gasps to escape me, and when I leave the phantasm behind I find that I've taken to leaning against the wall.

He's gone. He's far gone. The Sea god has no dominion here in the earth.

I take stock of my pale skin to reassure myself; looking past the layers of dirt and grime for the bruises I still feel, but there are none. He's long gone. It has been years since he has been here; truly, been here.

I ignore the utter distorted and bloated mass that is my body. It's never been the same since he got to me; it's twisted and hideous now. The small mirror of polished bronze comes to mind; I threw it far out of the cave, my home, the last time I looked into it and saw that it was lying -- it had showed me as looking nearly exactly as I had before he ravaged me.

Except for the serpents. They were Athena's doing. She meant to help, I'm sure -- after Poseidon left me bare and disgraced in the hall of her temple she came to me, as I was barely conscious, and the next I knew were the snakes, and this cave. Just thinking of them, of the way they've replaced my hair, upsets me. I used to be so proud of my hair; long, soft strands that could hang down past my waist on a good day, and could be done up in immaculate twists and ringlets.

"Ah," I hadn't noticed, as I was thinking back, how my hand had travelled up my neck towards my scalp, like I'd be able to feel my hair again. I should have been more careful. Even isolating the wound inside my mouth doesn't keep it from hurting, and I hope that this time it was a dry bite.

Taking my knuckle out of my hand to examine I see that it's running with blood and saliva, the two puncture wounds bleeding sluggishly, the swelling already starting around them.

How the snakes were meant to help is beyond me to say -- the only part of me they don't bite is my face -- every other appendage, be it my hand or my arm, or more rarely my knees, that comes within striking distance is subject to their venomous attacks; but Athena is a wise goddess and I must trust her judgement. If becoming this creature is meant to help me then I must be patient and wait to understand.

It's hard to understand. I'm not sure I can. They're still writhing about and hissing angrily as I walk out of the small chamber I use for my bed I immediately come face to face with a marble figure; a man with curled hair, and horrified expression perfectly preserved in stone. I can feel my face flushing as the anger rises in me and I shove him over, causing his head to detach from his fragile neck; I must have been too tired to destroy his body after he'd turned to stone, though I don't remember the exact encounter. There have been so many they're all blurred together.

I'm not sure if I'll ever understand why men always seek to attack me. My cave, my home, is littered with their cold, hard, corpses -- scattered into pieces; blades and spears clasped firmly in their disembodied hands. What do I do, sequestered here as I am, that causes them to want to slay me? I don't do anything.

What did I do walking down that beach that tempted Poseidon?

No, no. No. Don't think of that. Don't think of him. He's not here. He's not here. He's not here. He's not here. It's not happening. It's not happening. It's not happening.

My heart is racing. Thundering worse than any storm I've seen Zeus cause. Faster than hoofbeats of a running horse. He's not here. He's not here. He's not here. It's not happening. It's not happening. It's not happening. It's not happening.

A few deep breaths calm me and I steady myself against the wall, staring at the man. The statue. Or what's left of him shattered on the ground. What fills men with such hate and cruelty that they must attack me simply for existing in any way I can; from wandering down the beach to feel the sand between my toes -- to eating rats and insects inside this cave just to survive. Sometimes I wish they'd succeed in killing me. Years of this daily torture has worn me down; worn me away. At times I feel it would be better if it just ended. If the Fates cut my string already. What did I do to deserve to live like this?

Footsteps. I hear footsteps, and feel my heart leap into my throat again. Another one has come to kill me. Another vile, hate-filled, man. I suppose I should confront him, and let him meet his fate as all the others have; let them fall victim to my hate and this curse placed upon me. There's a glint at the mouth of the cave -- a weapon, or perhaps a shield. He's like all the others.

If only Athena would allow my torment to end.

A True Heart

I'm here forever
Not a time I won't ever
My love for you
I swear it true
Even if you give me hell
I won't Shout like a bell
Most the time I don't promise
But I can and will for this
I promise you babe
I'll be more honest than Abe
I couldn't see you enough
But when I can't I stay tough
Baby you're absolutely amazing
To say you're not isn't even a thing
All that i ask
Is don't wear a mask
And just stay true
For that is the perfect you








(By the way, last name was done wrong for whatever reason when i made this email but you all can figure who it is)

The Rope

                     It was dark and foggy out. Jenna had just got off work and was making the hour and a half commute home. Most of the ride home was through the woods. But there was a bridge in the middle of the woods. As Jenna approached the box shaped bridge, she glanced at the time, “11:07PM”. Jenna thought to herself, “Don should be asleep, and May and John also.” Jenna thought of her kids and husband.

Jenna’s car went over a small bump as she entered the long bridge. Midway through the bridge, Jenna saw a girl standing at the end. The bridge was dark. It was like a tunnel dangling over the canyon. The headlights lit up just enough of the area, to see the girl standing there.

Jenna stopped the car. She opened at the car door, stepped out of the car, and yelled, “Hello?” Her voice echoed through bridge.

No answer. Jenna slowly walked towards the motionless girl. As Jenna got closer she realized, the girl wasn’t standing she was hanging! The girl was hanging from a rope attached to the top of the bridge. Jenna screamed but her voice was frozen with terror. Jenna’s heels clicked as she ran back to her car, grabbing her phone. She dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the operator said in a low monotone voice.

“Hello, this is Jenna Loftening. I’m on Peak Bridge. There is a girl hanging from a rope that connected to the beams of wood above. She’s dead! The girl has blonde hair and is wearing a white dress.” Jenna yelled into the phone.

“Okay ma’am. Stay where you are,” the operator explained, “we are sending an emergency vehicle right now.”

Jenna ended the call. She looked up at the girl. She was gone. A million thoughts went through her head, thoughts about her kids, husband, and their new puppy. She wondered if she would ever see her kids again. She worried about what her kids would do without a mother as if she knew this was her few breaths. Blood pumping through her veins, sharp and short intake of air as she walked closer to the rope. Her black heels clicked against the road, click, click, click. The sound of her black slacks rubbing together with each step, Jenna could see the rope, but the girl was no longer there. The rope appeared to be moving, “Maybe just the wind,” Jenna had thought to herself, though she felt no wind.

Jenna let go off her blue and black necklace, which matched her shirt, that she had absentmindedly twirling out of a nervous habit. She reached out for the rope. As her fingers brushed across it she felt someone grab her arm. Jenna turned her head and looked over her shoulder, and there stood the girl that Jenna thought was dead, the girl that Jenna thought was hanging. She opened her mouth to let out a wailing scream. This girl still looks dead but yet she staring right at me holding onto my arm. She screamed.

Ten minutes later the police car sirens were echoing through the bridge. The police car pulled right up behind Jenna’s running car, with the driver’s door wide open.  The police officer got out of the car, his golden badge that read “Chief Dave Loftening”, matching his navy blue uniform. Dave got out of his car and slowly walked towards Jenna’s car and looked into her car. It was empty, “Hello? Anyone out here,” Dave called out but got no answer.

Dave walked closer to the end of the bridge and saw the hanging girl. Dave walked closer to the girl he realized he recognized the girl who was hanging. It was his sister-in-law, Jenna. Then Dave thought to himself, “Wasn’t it Jenna who called in reporting a hanging girl? That’s why I took this call to see if she was okay.”

Team Free Will

The Righteous Man

Who once stopped the bloodshed

Who once saved the world

Has turned

To Darkness.

He wishes to cry

To let it all out

Yet he cannot

For on the inside

He is now

Dead.

My dear boy

I am afraid

Christmas isn’t coming

No

Not this year.

 The Little Brother

Who against all odds

Shone through

And saved the world

But even the little brother

Is turning down the road

Of Darkness.

His older brother

His constant companion

Is now gone

And the little brother

Is starting to become

Lost.

My dear boy

I am afraid

Christmas isn’t coming

No

Not this year.

 The Angel of the Lord

Who was once so sure

Of his motives

Has started to question

What he believes in

And is turning

Towards the path

Of Darkness.

He was given a choice

To save his friends

Or keep his family

He chose his friends

And has paid

A very steep

Price.

And my dear boy

I am afraid

 Christmas isn’t coming

No

Not this year.

Comments, Questions, Answers.

 

My problem is anger.

My mind is foggy.

My plans have changed.

My thoughts are a mess.

 

I want to tell somebody.

I want security.

I want freedom.

I want less stress.

 

Can I not have freedom?

Can I not have a choice?

Can I “not have stress”?

Can I not be old enough?

 

Will my family understand?

Will my friends see through me?

Will my wishes come true?

Will my real self show and not get judged?

 

I can’t have freedom.

I am far too young.

My family doesn’t understand.

My friends do see through me.

 

My real self can’t show,

People would judge.

No wishes come true,

Maybe that’s why we dream.

climbing among the weeds on a hot summer day

home isn’t much of a place to grow up

there’s nothing but dust

nothing but rude people and heat,

and the cold wind that howls in the winter

the tumbleweeds on the highway, the coyotes in the streets

i didn’t grow up in home

but i became who i am there

i became who i am scrambling over black porous rock

driving under the sights of the sky

horizon to horizon

wide and open

i became who i am among the scraggling weeds

the dry bushes

the thorny knots

in wide concrete ditches

that were never full

in baking pavement streets

because there

there is nothing to distract you from yourself

there is nothing

to keep you from facing yourself

other than perhaps

the momentary occupation

of seeking

shade