I always wondered what was inside Lana Del Rey’s mind whenever she sang. There was just something beautiful with the way the rhythm of her voice matches with every dynamic part of the music. I only ever listened when I wanted to relax, whenever I wanted to chill and not think of the sins that were awaiting me. That at least, is better than the sin that was awaiting me as I walked past my room and into the kitchen. Dad was a already there like I had predicted. His special pancakes arranged on top of a flat plate. I knew that if I hadn’t come out now, and I had decided to do that later, he would have still come to call me. My eyes rolled on their own as I watched him pretend to be a chef who was throwing meat all up and down in the pan. That needed to chill sometimes, but I really loved him. Even though he was a weird human and I knew that, that was where I got my weirdness from. Every single part of my face is like a replica of my mother. But attitude wise, I got in line with my fathe
“So. I don’t know if you always remember whenever I tell you that I wish to be human, I never said that all just because I was human dad. I am nosy just cool with the idea of having a mate. And then that happened, me finding out that Prince Adam was my mate, it felt like everything changed for the better. There was nothing I could do to stop him from following me. I just wanted to end everything that had to do with him at that moment. But of course, I don’t know if you have figured out but the Prince is actually a stubborn person and he was not going to stop pursuing me. So I had to do something that was going to stop him. I avoided him for a while, until he told me that that I hurt him, and right there right then, I became guilty for actually hurting someone. We got a bit close and things got a little heated with us. This is really awkward but I have not been able to speak to my best friend because of the family vacation he went on. So I’m just going to tell you this dad. We had our
“We are not as bad as you think. I know that you are going through a lot from your school mates but everything is going to be okay, your daddy is going to protect you from every single thing, I will never watch you hurt. I can even stop you from going to school. Just please , stay here.” Dad was pleading with me now and some of the words he said irritated my ears a little bit. It was like every single thing that was happening after now was irritating and rashing to my ears. I just wanted to get rid of the burning heat in my heart. “Dad. Do you even think about me at all. What happens if I stay? Live the rest of my life with you because now that I have figured it out, that I have a mate, there is no hope from someone else. Do you even think about the fact that I do mot have friends and that the only person I that I speak to his Jimmy and that one day he would want to go live his life, a life where I am nowhere next to him. You have to listen to me dad, it is not like I do not want to
I had no one to explain to me of the reasons why I had been having weird dreams. There was no one to talk to about my inner turmoil and the idea of that ate at my inner tummy every time I decided to take a breath. This particular dream I had, had, it was like my dream had gone back in time to attack me of the things I used to do. When I was young, around fifteen to sixteen, a stage I was not proud of in my life, I used to cut myself. To me, it was not a big deal, I just wanted to lessen the pain that was the only wait it seemed to me. That was, until I watched a documentary that spoke on mental illnesses and I saw how crucial it might be that I have been cutting myself. This dream felt surreal. The same way it used to be, me using a seashell to try to cut myself at the beach whenever dad was not looking, because I spied the other kids laughing at me or calling me human. This dream, seemed to have gone into my mind, to bring out those horrible moments, those moments in my life that I
“I know you are not a werewolf.” She said to me and I rolled my eyes. “I hear that a lot, and I have learnt to deal with it. You can even smell me. I know I am at danger too but like I said the last time, I have a father who would hunt you down if anything happens to me.” I winked at her and she laughed. “I can see that. I wish I had a father who cared about me like that too. It’s just me, and my mother with very annoying siblings.” She chuckled. “I don’t have siblings.” I told her. “That is quite obvious. Although, i am curious as to how a human, ended up in the midst of werewolves. I really do not understand that part. Mind if I pry?” She raised her blue eyes at me and I laughed. How it feels to have a friend. Although, I knew she was not my friend. “My father was a mate to a human, who was my mother. I don’t know how that happened because I heard only Lycans can be mated to humans, but that happened and my mother left with me to this place. I was said to be too strong for her,
Prince’s Diary The resigned gravity that entails giving up drawls slowly, like an hypnotism towards us, passing a raging rave of emotions through our existence. We are resigned in forgetting them, we are resigned in blocking our emotions. We are resigned in being strong. We force our emotions to enhance blockage while hurting ourselves at the same time. We have broken countless of times it’s hard to patch the wound all over. We are being hung by the neck by the memories we’d pretend has faded. We are resigned. Resigned of trying to mask the face. Resigned of blocking the hurt. Most of all, we are resigned of depriving ourselves of what we want but refuse to have so as to avoid the hurt. We are sad people, sitting at the front doors of resignation, waiting for it to shut. We’ve given up on the hope of trying and now we are just left alone, barr and tired. We are resigned in having the ability to feel.Pain lessens when you admit the source.And I feel the reason why we feel more pai
CodyLet me tell you a tale. The one of a broken lady who stopped by every door to seek forth the love, hidden under her worn out cloak, geminated by her deepest desires. A tale of me. Once upon a time, leading to once upon a consistent present, I crashed through the thorns of the wrath of the wicked heart of human, in my search for love. My spine was laces alongside menace as I weep through the empty bars of my strengthOnce upon a time, I craved loved from the ones who ridiculed me in the day, hurt me in the sins of the night. The ones who couldn’t make me sleep at nights Ruled by a dark belief , I embraced any delusional clarification and declaration of love my sick mind provided My being is locked with toxicity I met a man, I met several man and I arrived at an equation; A variable that could never be compatible In the bleak mid winter, I was a sad thing of laughter to my soul, I was written and cast aside by the deprivation of love. I stopped by each door, wrenching with p
There was something about the darkness that called to me. The dizzy drawl of the atmosphere as it rhymes periodically with the cool air outside, I found it comforting. There was something about the dark to me that assured me, "rest baby girl. You are safe" There was just something. Something about the dark. I could sense, than heat the rustle of leaves as they scattered around from the tree and shattered right through the ground. They were like wailing sharks, voice crying out but could not be heard. Dad looked at me, how look was intent on my face and I gulped I’m nervousness. I was not looking forward to his response and at the same time, I was really eager. Dad cleared his throat, and I looked at him back, it was really clear that I was eager to hear what he had to say. My mind was racing already. “Cody, you are my daughter. And I care about everything that you do. I care about you a whole lot. I know that it is not easy being here. But you don’t just drop something like that a