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20 04 2008

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So Weird!

20 04 2008

There is something lurking within the halls of Kaifan campus. Weird, is one way to describe the way the students are acting. Everyone seems to have a secret that they try to keep under wraps. But they can’t hide their dirty little secrets forever.

Have you noticed anything strange?

Take Care & Stay Safe!

The Ties That Bind *Censored*

20 04 2008
Chapter One

It was 11:45 p.m. and he still hadn’t come home yet. What was keeping him? Who was he with? Had he forgotten me?

I was plagued by these questions all night long, and I couldn’t wait any longer. My loins was burning with lust. I could just imagine *** **** ******* ** ****** ****. The **** and ******** would lead up to a *********** ****** that we both never had before. Tonight was especially important, for it was his birthday. And I couldn’t wait to please him with the preparations that I have made. I baked his favorite cake from scratch, and spent my savings and allowance to get him the brown leather jacket he’d always wanted.

Where is he? Why hasn’t he called to let me know he was coming late?

I made sure that my mother and siblings weren’t home. So that we can have the freedom to do what we wanted to. I hadn’t told my friends about him, for they wouldn’t understand. They couldn’t understand. They would just glare at me with their objectifying eyes. But more than that, I might be taken away from him, or he away from me.

Where could he be at this hour? Why hasn’t he called yet? I can’t wait any longer.

Just as I was about to grab my keys and head out the door to look for him, his car pulled into the drive way. My heart leaped up with both joy and angst. He’s finally here. And now we can be together. Just the two of us. Alone. He got out of his classic 1956 red Jaguar Roadster with a big smile on his face, and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He walked up to me and gave me the most sensuous kiss.

“Good evening my love,” he said with such warmth.

“Good evening D**,” I replied.


20 04 2008

A time comes in your life when you finally get it. In the midst of all your emotions, a sense of fear and dread surface. You begin to question yourself, your life, and your existence.

You ask yourself in front of your mirror “Who am I?”, You just stand there for a moment as if you’re waiting for a reply. That’s your face looking back at you, but it’s different. It’s changed somehow. You don’t understand what’s happening. But you know something is different; something is wrong.

You begin to question what your purpose is in this world. Will you just be another drifter? or will you be one of the men and women who leave their mark in the pages of history?

And suddenly, your focus drifts to the bloody knife in your left hand. “whose blood is that?” you think to yourself. “Why am I holding it?”, “Where did it come from?”, “Why can’t I remember?”

After those thoughts swirl in your mind for a few moments, you decide to walk up to your parents bathroom, open the medicine cabinet, and take that bottle of Vicodin your stepmom has been hiding. You pour yourself a glass of water, and empty the bottle in your hand.

Tears trickle down your face. You blink back those tears, and through a veil of wet lashes you look at yourself in the mirror one last time.

The truth of what you had done begins to sink in. You fight back those tears and take the pills.

You walk downstairs to the living room and sit down on the couch between the lifeless bodies of your three young siblings. You feel a little dozy and tired. You close your eyes and fall into a deep and extremely comfortable sleep. But before you do so, you whisper to yourself “They’ll never know why? but I’ll forever know God.”