TornI am casually sitting down on my worn out couch, when my roommate comes back from her 'shopping trip'.
"I brought you something!" she tells me as she digs through her many heavy 'shopping bags' to bring out what used to be a white DKNY shirt. I take it without thanking her, and cast it aside for later use. She smiles rather triumphantly, as I usually never give her little 'gifts' a second glance, before walking over to the curtain-covered window to let what was left of the sunshine in.
"Oh look! They're raising a new flag at the downtown park!" I glance over to see soldiers lifting the red and yellow starred flag, I look away in thought.
"It won't be long before they reach us " she comments and turns to face me, "You think we better start packing?"
I shake my head without facing her.
"Well, maybe you're right." She agrees, gazing back at the horizon before continuing, "If we try to run, they will probably catch us sooner or later " She seems to be talking more to herself rath
FitShe glared up at the dull, grey sky; her small, round nose wrinkling in annoyance.
He was supposed to be there, with her, over thirty minutes ago.
And she knew, she knew that he was doing this on purpose. He knew just how much she hated snow, especially the snow that falls on The Academy grounds. It wasn't white; pure white like the kind back home. No, this horrid snow that laid under her feet was murky and tainted. She didn't want anything to do with it. Who knows what disgusting germs lay on them
In the middle of her thoughts, she sneezed, just as he called out her name, "Bonnie!"
She sneered, and her head whipped around to glare at the caller, deep brown eyes narrowing in anger as the happy fool rapidly approached her tiny form, "Don't call me that."
He smiled, and brushed the snow off her short, mousy brown hair, "Sorry Ellie."
She scoffed, deciding to avoid eye contact with him, for fear of revealing the pink-tinted apples of her cheeks to him, "Where the hell were yo
HandsMarie Jollie was a lot of things.
She was elegant. No matter where she'd go, she'd always make sure to outshine every other person in the room. Dresses, Lolita, corsets, and overcoats; she'd always dress as if she were going to the opera.
She was very flirtatious. Maybe it came with her French blood, but there was almost nothing more that she was best at than flashing a charming smile at any passerby; boy or girl.
She was bat-shit crazy. Thousands of years living among the madness of humanity had made Marie Jollie more than a little Koo Koo Ka-choo. She spoke so casually about the death of her former lover and friends, and the way she lovingly caresses any piece of firearm would send the rest of the students in a frenzy. And she would always, always, make sure that her little golden watch was always exactly on time; no matter what.
She was extremely patriotic. Anyone who knew her knew that Marie Jollie Loved* to create absurd and random competitions with Eric (she was fro
parasite.and i love You.
an angel and
all rolled up into one
but my love is a selfish love, and I want to cling to You and
be Your center and
to receive Your unconditional love and
to be perfect in Your eyes
it is not god who is my everything, but You
and my love isn't real only
lust for Your love and
lust for Your attention and
lust for Your approval
i know no god in my heart but You
i do not love through him like You do
but no, not i
feed off of You
live off of You
strive off of You
and i will die with You.