A young woman at the age of twenty walked along the shore of the ocean. The soft, gentle waves would wash against her bare feet and subside. The woman's long red hair gleamed as the sun set. She had pale, creamy skin and soft red lips. Who is this woman in the black dress? Her name was Marylin.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, making her let out a startled scream. The familiar laugh that she longed to hear was like music to her ears. She turned to look into a pair of dark eyes. She felt his hot breath against her skin. She was beginning to be drawn in completely by the man she loved the most. Her face moving closer involuntarily.

This was perfect, exactly where she wanted to be. Happiness filled her empty heart and she felt the hot tears form in her emerald green eyes. Just as their lips began to touch and the butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach once more she awoke from the reoccurring dream that haunted her. She let herself begin to cry as she accepted it was once again only a dream.

She raised from her bed and looked at the clock on the wall that seemed to be ticking slower than ever. Only four thirty in the morning. There was a soft noise coming from the small radio to her side that she fell asleep listening to the night before. A thump came from a dark corner of her room and she froze in fear.

Out from the shadows he walked. His eyes were hidden with a shadow but she knew it was him. Marylin slowly got up from her bed and walked toward the figure that stood before her eyes. Just as she began to touch his face to see if it was all real she awoke. Well she actually woke up this time. She rushed to the light switch and the dim orange light flickered for a moment before brightening.

No one there but her. The feeling of this loneliness was too much and began to nauseate Marylin. She leaned against the cool wall and pressed the side of her face against it. Why did things have to be so complicated for her? Why did she dream of only him? Why was it when she saw or did anything he would come to mind? He ripped her heart into tiny pieces. The scars on her pale arms proved it.

Marylin resisted the urge to take the pain in her heart away with a razor. It was there, taped underneath her computer desk. The small whispers in her head told her to go ahead. It was what she wanted. To take the pain away. To feel numb once more. No more heartbreak. No more agony.



((yea that is actually what i wrote when i first began writing about two and a half years ago...i dunno...i am usually really protective over my stuff since it is practically my whole heart and soul written down so yea lol...i dunno...just figured i would post this.. oh and can you count this as Irvana's and Luna's??))

Yep, they're counted for all three.


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This is something I wrote for English...It's not finished.


I looked out my window of the two story home that I shared with my two brothers, two sisters and my mother. It was a crisp fall day that made the old house very drafty. I turned away from the view to watch my littlest sister, Abby, sleep in her bed. Me and my sister’s room was on the second floor with one of the greatest views in all of Vermont. The trees in the front yard were a golden brown that seemed to glow in the early morning light. I decided to get Abby up and ready for school. I opened my closet and took out a pair of jeans, a brown, cream and orange off the shoulder t-shirt and a brown hoddie.
“Abby, wake up!” I said shaking Abby awake. I was putting on my gold Converse when Abby finally sat up. “Lindsey, why are you going over to Lydia’s?” Abby asked looking in her dresser. “I’m not Abby. I’m just helping getting every one up and ready for school. Mother’s at a meeting. Get dressed, brush your hair and teeth and come down to the kitchen when you’re done.” I said walking across the hall and knocked on my twin brothers’ door. “Jason! Jacob! Get up!” I shouted before walking off down the hall.
There were not that many rooms in the house; four on the bottom, four on top. The ones on the bottom were the living room, my mother’s bedroom, my twin sisters, Alice and Alicia’s bedroom, and the kitchen. On top was my bedroom, the boys’ room, the bathroom and the office.
My little twin sisters were nine, Abby was five, Jason and Jacob were fourteen, and I was sixteen, the only girl in the small town in Vermont that had never missed a day of school, ever. But, of course, nothing really seems as good as it dose in the papers.
Chapter 1
After every one was at their school and I was at mine, Alan Day Academy, I found my two best friends, Amanda Anderson, and Andrea Bens. Then I found my half-sister on my father’s side, Lydia. Lydia looked a lot like her mother, a hot shot model named Cindy Reed. Cindy Reed had long red hair, about down to her knees, with blue eyes and was tall. Only Lydia had brown hair instead of red.
“Can you believe that report Cynthia Alexder gave yesterday?” Lydia asked as I got a book out of my locker. “Yeah, I know, she had so many facts wrong that I could hardly restrain myself from shouting ‘Hey! Check your facts!’ But I’m glad I didn’t.” Lydia said leaning up against my boyfriend’s locker. Then Anthony, my boy, walked up to his locker and said “Lydia, I need to get in.”
As we were all walking down the hallway a popular girl (Yes, we even have them in small towns in Vermont) name Samantha Harris walks up is all “So, Lindsey, your in like every issue of the ‘Vermont Weekly’, but your still like totally go to like this little dinky school.” I looked at Amanda who rolled her eyes. “Because the ‘Vermont Weekly’ is a dinky little newspaper in only this town.” I said. “Yeah, but your like famous!” Samantha said. “Yeah, Sammy, that’s why were going to Hollywood tomorrow to meet with Millie Milton to talk about a girl who never missed a day of school!” Andrea said.
So even later, at about lunch time, I, Amanda, Lydia, Andrea and Anthony were all sitting outside. It was our free period, when we go to do what ever we liked. “Okay, so are you two going to try out for the Drama performance this afternoon?” Anthony asked me and Lydia. Me and Lydia both loved acting, and it was hard to stay away from the Drama Club Performances that the school did. “I don’t know, I read all the lines for Sonja, and Lydia read the lines for Allyson.” I said taking out the very thick script. “I have a report due tomorrow that I still need to proof read and Mother has a meeting right after school so I’ll have to take care of Alice, Alicia, and Abby.” I said flipping to the first page of the script.

There's more, it's just that I don't want to post it.