athena-starbuck

This was a very short one. The first thing I remember is standing outside Donskies in the cold. The ground was covered in slush and it was raining. I was standing in my dressing gown in a line of people. I was waiting. We all were. I saw a few of my friends in the distance.. I didn't want to call out to them though.. I really don't know why but I was too scared to draw attention to myself. Then everyone started screaming. And running. I knew I had to get to my home.. Although, when thinking back to it, my flat was in a completely different place, and I didn't even recognize the building. I ran. And I fell in the slush. It was so cold and I

I walked out the front door to the school. I'd just been dancing in a ballroom, eating many, many chopped up bits of fruit, but naturally, my dreaming self does not ask questions. Nothing looked right. The sky was an odd yellow colour, everyone was wearing black and covering their faces and skin. The landscape looked like an old photograph. Have you ever been dreaming, and you've.. known something? You have no idea why you know it, and you don't question it because it's just there, and in your dreaming state, it seems normal? Well, I knew something awful was happening. I felt terrified, alone, but most of all, I just wanted to find Sean. I

So here's the thing. I am not perfect. Very far from it infact. But do I deserve this ? The aching under my rib cage when you call me names. You'll come home from work, and you'll be.. so angry. And all of it, every damned inch of it is turned on me or her. I'm 'selfish','stupid','fat','horrid'. She's a 'stupid bitch' because she 'doesn't take your side'. Half the time she doesn't even say anything. And every damn time this happens, I have to say sorry for being such a terrible person or I tear our family apart. Every time you've hit me, I'm made to believe its all my fault, that I deserved it, and that I was wrong for trying to def