Emotions and Life

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It is so depressing and kind of disappointing how Bill has changed so drastically since coming to america. Tom is my all time favorite <3, but i miss Bill’s sweet demeanor and black hair. Yeah bill, your blue/blonde hair is cool and stuff, but i miss the black. It was so much better, in my opinion. 

And tom looked like he had a tat on his hand?! i love tats, but he once said he would never get tattoos… so disappointing that America can change people so much… ah depression.. xD

I still love you, though Tokio Hotel!

She sits under a tree in a beautiful field full of flowers and sunshine. As she picks the pedals off of the small red flowers and wishes for a pair of arms to hold her, the tears she always holds back flow free… As she sits there, crying on the pile of destroyed flowers at her feet, no one comes to save her… 

She walks home haphazardly, zigzagging in the road, whispering the words to a lullaby sang to her long ago… As she spins around on that bridge close to home, wishing for someone to catch her as she falls, a boy watches from afar… As she is hit by a can from a passing car driven by a classmate, he clenches his fist, but does not help her up, or hold her the way they both want…

She goes home, only to meet the cruel hand of a father long lost to drugs and alcohol, and she can only stare defiantly at the floor as those hands turn to fists and bruise her fragile body… She goes home to a man who once held her and laughed with a mother so sweet, the birds would burst out in song at the small sound of her voice…

Once a man who swore to always defend her, he has become a dark monster, a shadow of his previous self…
She can only clench her fists and wish for a savior… as that boy walks by her house, he can hear the screams a drunken father elicits from his innocent daughter, and all he can do is walk by without a word…

He gets as far as the driveway of his home, still hearing her screams of pain in his mind, remembering the torture she goes through and deals with at a school of cruel children, and all he can do is run.

He runs as fast as his feet allow, as hard as his heart can bear… He runs to a broken door and hears sirens on the air… As he walks through the door, the father is crying in a corner, drinking all the liquor he can hold, as a small, crumbled for lays on the ragged couch with blood running from her mouth… 

Its all the boy can do to not shoot the father with the gun by the front door… He reaches down and gathers a barely breathing angel in his arms… He walks outside to meet the paramedics, even as the father starts screaming and shoots himself…. This angel, always the light of this boys day at school, she is smiling at him like always, whispering “thank you…” 

By Micah Danyell Woodby