--disturbing?

The voices echoed in her head, each one fighting for dominion over her thoughts, taunting her, crushing her, jeering at her. She slammed against the bathroom door, clutching her shoulders and trembling in fear. She snarled at her reflection in the mirror, her red and puffy eyes glaring back at her, sending another tremble of fear through her.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed, running forward and smashing her fist on the mirror where her face was. The glass rippled under her and her reflection spat in her face.
"Shut up you baby stop crying you wimp," It said, punching her in the leg and clawing at her chest. She shrieked in horror, grabbing handfuls of her hair and falling to the ground. She rubbed her arms up and down frantically.
"It's just a joke I'm only kidding I'm just kidding I'm normal I'm normal I'm normal I'm not insane I swear!" She repeated under her breath, rocking up and down quickly. Suddenly she jumped up and screeched at the top of her lungs "LEAVE ME ALONE! SHUT UP STOP LAUGHING! YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME NOBODY DOES BUT I DON'T CARE WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF I WAS SERIOUS????" She fell onto the counter and smashed her elbow on the sink, then pointed a shaky finger and her reflection, and swore.
"I told my mom, but she didn't believe me..." She hissed happily, taunting herself. Her reflection flashed into a demonic face with blazing red eyes and hatred burning all around her. She screamed and threw herself back against the wall, clutching herself nervously. She muttered uender her breath repeatedly, a cold shiver running through her limbs, and started rocking back and forth, then collapsed to the ground and began to shake.
She spun around suddeny, throwing herself into the mirror. She saw in the reflection a red figure, like a mist, laughing at her. It turned black as she threw her fists toward it. She threw herslef to the ground again in terror as more figures flickered around her, then they all vanished. She immediately returned to clawing at herself with a whole new wave of terror.
"No one can see you! Stop it! You're not getting any attention from your little outburst! We both know you're not serious!" She hissed again.
"No! No! But you called us 'we' and I'm not kidding what if I'm serious?" She screamed. "What if I'm serious? No I can't be! I'm normal I'm normal I'm normal," She repeated, staring hopelessly into her sad, pathetic face. For a moment she thought she looked beautiful, then those red, burning eyes returned and shouted at her.
"Nobody gives a - " She cut herself off.
"Shut up! You're opinion doesn't matter! Get off me! Get off!" She cried in a high pitched shreik, flinging herself to the ground and curling into a ball. She ran her hands through her dark hair which was moist with sweat as millions of voices returned, swirling around in her head, shrieking, whispering, laughing.... taunting her. She began to rock again, and started to mumble a calming song under her breath.

Soon the voices died down and all she was left with was a headache and sore limbs. She stood up, shook her head at the mirror, then left the bathroom.

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She slipped into class, smiling brightly and greeting her friends cheerfully. She sat down by her best friend and immediately began talking to him.
"Hey how are you?" She asked.
"Good, you?" He said.
"I'm fine." She replied, putting her textbook on the ground beside her desk.
"Sweet. What did you do last night?" He asked. She laughed half-heartedly.
"The truth would scare you."

--beautiful

She held her head high and his hand in hers
Their feet hit the sidewalk in sync
And their voices mingled like an angelic choir
He picked a flower and placed in gently in her hair
She kissed his lips and let her fingers brush his cheek
Whenever they met
Their smiles outshone the sun
Their eyes sparlked like a sea of diamonds
and no matter where they went everyone agreed
never before had there been a love so beauttiful

-(c)aaa

:)

um yea... This was from awhile ago

K well I stole my brother's mp3 last night and was listening to some of his demon hunter songs and I got inspired so I started daydreaming (but it was at night so I guess... k nevermind lol) and Yea I made up this story....

Basically for the beginning part that I didn't write (I may or may not elaborate on this and make it a whole story) This guy and this girl who were dating were both special... as in they were kinda like vampires but without all the drinking blood evil etc. stuff... Anyway, neither of them know who the other is. This boy (Dare) was always fighting with this one girl who was evil and his girlfriend (Sharon) finds out what/who he is. He doesn't know this but she is the evil girl and once he breaks up with her she tries to kill him etc. This scene is right after he finds out who she is.

Yes, its confusing.... try to figure it out lol.
also... its not great... I know lol its unedited since I don't think I'll be doing much with it.


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Sheer, white curtains danced nervously between black walls in the wind. A knife whizzed through the cool air and slipped into a large, framed painting hanging above a dark fireplace. Two silhouettes shot past the gaping hole serving as a window, the bulkier one tossed mercilessly onto the ebony marble floor. The thinner one, a girl, grabbed the boy's shoulders and flung him across the room. With inhuman agility and speed she jumped from various furniture items, tossing them to the floor. She grabbed the knife and tore it from the painting, racing to the boy again. Her thin, white fist hit his jaw, jerking his head back. She kicked a bare foot at his chest and he fell back onto the low table behind him. She threw herself ontop of him and lodged the knife in the table millimeters away from his ear. Sweat dripped from his forehead.

She lowered herself so their noses almost touched and smirked.
"Really, Dare... I expected so much more from you," She whispered, long, black curls slipping from her shoulders and onto his chest. "I knew I would win, but I expected it to be harder." His heavy breathing did not slow as he spoke, his words feeble and forced.
"You haven't won yet," He hissed, almost as a challenge. She let out a loud, clear laugh that echoed through the mansion's vast halls.
"But victory is so close I can touch it," She said, letting her fingers run first over his face, then the handle of her knife. Slowly and steadily she jerked it from the thick wood and held it to his throat. She gently leaned in and let her lips brush his. She did not pull away as she said, "Don't feel too bad though, you could never have defeated an immortal." With that she shut her crimson eyes and jabbed the knife into his throat. He gasped, then went limp.

With a malicious smile she lifted herself from him. She pulled the knife from him, lifted a corner of her midnight dress and slid the blade into a band around her leg. She flicked her waves behind her as she stood upright. She let out a yelp at what stood in front of her. She knew he was not an immortal... but there he was. She looked behind her but the body was still lying limp on the table.

"Sharon," Dare laughed. Speechless, she reached out her hand to him, pointing a steady finger at both him and his dead body.
"You didn't really fall for that trick, did you? You should have known I was stronger than that." He took a step towards her, laughing again. The breeze from the open window played with his chestnut hair. She let out an aggravated yell and in one swift movement she swiped the knife out and shot it into his chest. Just as he fell, four more Dares came out of the surrounding halls. She turned around, planning on jumping from the window and escaping, but six more stood waiting, the same cocky smile that the last Dare had playing on their lips.

She pounced at one of them, punching his stomach, then cracking his neck. As he fell limp she felt several pairs of large hands grab her muclusar arms. She kicked behind her blindly, felt contact and one hand loosen its grip, then thrust her elbow out of the strong grasp holding her back and watched it smash into one man's chest. He let go of her, shocked at her strength, and she notced the hollowness behind his eyes. With disgust she realised that they were probably all fakes and the real Dare was not even in the building. She ducked suddenly and rolled out of their grasp, sommersaulting to the body with her knife in it. She grabbed it and stabbed it at the Dare clinging to her leg. He fell limp and another Dare came towards her. She punched them, kicked them, stabbed them and sliced them until her own fists and feet bled and her whole body showed signs of being beat.

Just as she slid her blade into the last Dare's chest she felt a thick, muscular arm wrap itself around her neck from behind. She tightened her grip on the knife and flung her arm back, stabbing it into his bicep. His grip loosened just enough for her to duck and dash into a moonlit hall as he pulled it out, blood pouring to his feet. She knew immediately it was the real Dare as he caught up to her. He slammed his forearm into the side of her head and she hit the wall, sliding along the glassy floor from the momentum. Before she had even stopped sliding she flipped herself back up and flung her body back at him.

She had planned for her feet to impact him in the ribs, but he was quick as her and he managed at grab her ankles and slip to the side. He spun once then released her into a beam between two gaping windows. She looked behind her and saw the long drop to the ground. Impulsively she jumped forward, away from the edge, right towards Dare. He slammed his large fist down but she rolled to the side a split second too fast and it hit marble. He winced slightly. She stood up quickly and shoved him forward, toward the window. He fell towards it but caught a beam just in time to save himself. He swung in a circle to the outside of the building then back in, dropping on top of her. She screamed in agony as one arm crumpled under her weight. The other one, now holding another blade, flailed in his directing, slicing deep into the flesh on his chest. He grunted and grabbed it from her, pinning her down as best as he could. He dropped the knife beside him and for a moment they struggled against each other, both almost evenly matched with each other.

Her injured arm straightened out and she threw her fist into his face. He tasted warm blood on his tongue and grabbed her wrist. He shoved it to the ground and heard a crack as the bone shattered. She cried out, both of her wrists now pinned down. Her pale legs were held down by his, and the only weapon she had was just out of reach. Desperate, she leaned forward and bit his neck, his blood dripping into her mouth. The salty taste was familiar, and she almost welcomed it. With a cry of pain he released her broken wrist and grabbed her neck, forcing it to the marble beneath them. She gaged and coughed, giving him the half-second he needed to grab the bloody knife from beside her and press it against her throat. Her eyes widened and she gasped.

"Not so immortal now, are you?" He hissed, pressing the blade harder against her. The fear fled from her face and was replaced with a smug smirk.
"Don't speak too soon. You can crush an immortal and beat her to the ground, but killed she will never be," Sharon whispered, her bloody lips moving slowly, tauntingly. He held back his shout of displeasure and slit her throat. Her quiet laugh slithered into his ears. To his horror, she did not go limp, nor did her eyes close. A pale smoke flowed front her fingertips and from her tongue. It englufled them, stung his eyes and blurred his vision. He could not see, but he felt immense heat, then a deathly cool below him. When he was restored his vision, she was gone, the only thing remaining to remind him of her existense was her taunting laughed echoeing from the shadows...

-(c)adrienne

Don't care

“I honestly don’t care,” Macenzie admitted, a smug smile stretched across her face.
“Yea you do,” He grumbled.
“What makes you say that?”
“It’s obvious.”
“If it’s so obvious, tell me,” She replied, crossing her arms.
“You like me,” He spat. She let out a loud laugh in his face.
“You don’t know me that well,” She said happily.
“I don’t know you? What do you mean? I talk to you everyday! I’ve seen ever side of you!” He retorted, almost yelling.
“No, you’ve seen a lot of my sides, that’s true, but you haven’t seen what I’m like with guys.”
“I have so! You have one guy that you obsess with, then when you get bored with him you move on to another victim,” He sneered.
“Or maybe you have and you just didn’t think about it. You thought it would be different with you.” She let her words sink in, knowing that she was right. A slight guilt slipped through her veins, but only for a moment. His feelings were nothing to her anymore. She had moved on. A look of realization crossed his tanned face as he realized that he had just been another one of her ‘toys’.
His mouth opened but he was speechless. She held up one finger.
“Don’t say it, I’ve heard everything before. I’m sorry babe, but you just weren’t interesting enough. I mean, you definitely were one of the better guys, and I was kind of hoping we could still be friends, but then you started fighting with me and you know this was just the best opportunity to -”
“To hit me hard. Make me bleed. I get it, you’ve told me about all the other guys,” He said. She was surprised at the steadiness of his voice. She knew he was right though. He had been her friend for a long time and knew about all of those guys she had put on and played with. He had even met some of them before she left them behind. She glanced at the ground.
“Look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t want it to end this way with you. You’re a nice guy. And honestly, you’re the best one I’ve gotten into so far.” She looked up at him and shrugged. He tore his eyes from hers and looked at some kids running around in the parking lot.
“I guess you were right.”
“About what?” She asked.
“Guys. You. Most things. But not everything.”
“I’ve heard that before too,” She said, flicking her bangs back. He glanced back at her and saw that she was still watching him with her laughing eyes. To her, it was just a game. Great He thought. So the first girl I like has to be Macenzie, and it turns out I was just another one of her stupid phases.
What was so irrestistible about this blue-eyed girl anyway?
It's not like she was gorgeous, or even that amazingly talented.
Maybe it was because she always said what you wanted to hear, even if it wasn't true. He swore.
"What?" She asked.
"Don't ask that," He growled and walked away. He glanced back once at her and saw the sun gently breathing on her soft shoulders. He knew he shouldn't have looked back because he felt that familiar warmth in his gut, a craving for her touch.

-(c)adrienneaa