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A true story: part 1
My hands flew to my head, bringing me to my knees in front of the bathroom stall. I couldn'y control my shaking as the pain my chest, sweat streaming down my face and breaths comming to me in hoarse gasps. I tryed to stand up grabbing the sink to steady myself. my heart scorched as the room started to spin, the world shrouded in a red mist as the ground rushed up to meet me. I woke up and my fist tightened around the cold flute in my hand as i struggled to haul myself back to class. I asked for a nurses pass, declining the offer of an escort as he noticed how long i had been in the bathroom. I couldn't tell anyone what had happened, for the fear of seeming weak like i had always felt. Before i knew it i was standing at the enterance to the nurses office, looking at the sign on the door. I walked in explaining what i had been feeling but conviently leaving out what had happened. I sat down for a while not able to eat or drink anything, my pulse had slowed as she checked it, timing it with her watch. I grabbed the pass slowly walking back to class now egar to get back to the band room knowing that they would notice how hard i was breathing, but he didn't, he just took the pass and continued listening to the band play proud spirit. I sat down relieved that he didn't ask any questions, but my friends on the other hand couldn't help but ask a million and one questions........TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2
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Waking up to breath these gleaming lights,
you’re all the darkness I ever asked for.
Now time will never be slow enough,
and I won’t be able to hold you again.
Take me back to where the water spoke in waves
too gentle to scatter footprints,
when I awakened to see my image rippling
through the twin setting suns of your eyes.
So dark is this cloud I wander in,
the punctured yellow holes of white
circulating in hollowed chests.
Why do the brightest lights have to burn?
As my fingertips singe when we touch.
p.s. u rock!
- Hannah