xLizaMarie

Dear Daddy, I am crying, but I can’t tell if my tears are angry or sad… I need to scream. I need the release. The emotions inside my heart and my mind are crushing me. They are a weight that I just can’t carry anymore. I’ve tried being strong, I’ve tried so hard, but I just can’t anymore! I’m trying to hide it, but I don’t know why. It’s killing me inside. There is just too much hatred and rage and anger, topped with overwhelming sadness, and I can’t handle it anymore. It’s spilling over the edge. Why would you do this me? Why couldn’t you just stop? I don’t care

FADE IN: EXT. TOWNHOUSE – DAY Establishing shot of the small townhouse. It looks to be midmorning/early afternoon. It looks to be a peaceful, quiet home. ZOOM IN: EXT. TOWNHOUSE – DAY Zoom into the front door, as though the viewer is walking inside. INT. UPSTAIRS TOWNHOUSE FELICITY’S BEDROOM – DAY Full shot of a doorframe outlining a bedroom. It looks to be a young girls bedroom. Just inside FELICITY (8) is pulling on a pair of black gloves. She is dressed in all black from head to toe. Her hair is pulled back. INT. UPSTAIRS TOWNHOUSE HALLWAY – DAY FELICITY leaves her bedroom; her movements are slow and

EXT. SAULT COLLEGE SMOKING SECTION – DAY One of the Colleges designated smoking areas. You can see a couple students standing around and maybe some are smoking. We can see the male lead, Jesse, standing amongst those students. We see him turn to the school and walk inside. INT. SAULT COLLEGE HALL WAY – DAY As he enters the second set of doors, he begins the trek down the hall and smiles, without flashing his teeth. The camera turns to see whom he is smiling at. It stops at the female lead, Emily. She smiles back and walks towards Jesse. As they reach each other, Jesse flashes a toothy grin, revealing his gross teeth, which hav

Number Three Riven sat in her recliner, yellow eyes glazed over and reflecting television fuzz. She had pulled her knees up to her chest and was playing with her toes, picking at the sparkling blue polish on the nails. She was dressed in a pair of shiny metallic leggings, a poufy green skirt, and a black tank top. She had her hair tied up with a lime green scarf. Her general appearance was kind of dull, but that was only because Dress-Man was not available to make her any new clothing. It was a couple days after the lady with the dark red hair had shot Dress-Man and he was still in the hospital. She had been sent home after the men with t

Number Two Riven danced across her living room floor, a silent song playing in her head. Of course, she had already forgotten the day’s plans, and jumped in surprise, slipping and falling to the cluttered floor, when the loud knocking came to the door. She peered wearily at it from where she sat, and scampered over on her hands and knees, using the brass door knob to haul herself to her feet. Standing on her tip toes which were covered by a pair of leather black boots, courtesy of Dress-man, she snuck a peak through the peep hole. There was a tall lady standing there. She had long copper-red hair that stopped past her rear, and deep

Number One The day started out as nice… Quiet… Peaceful, even. And then the phone rang. Riven opened her eyes, the unusual glowing yellow orbs staring upwards as the ringing continued. Finally she got up and off her recliner and wandered over to it. Peering over the counter top at the vibrating old-fashioned telephone, she waited a few more seconds before reaching out and snatching it, holding it to her face almost cautiously. “Hello?” “Hello. Is this the Forgotten Agency?” Riven paused. She always forgot the name of the Agency. “Um, I don’t know… One second.” Putting the

You don't care I loved you And that wasn't enough I was terrified of you Neither was that You said you loved me Your voice emotionless Your eyes dead Why don't you love me Why are you doing this You say you care about me But I lie, sick No one cares I cry, scared No one cares What did I do To make you stop caring I loved you I loved you You don't care You are an image A dad, tattoos Several images Drugged up, beaten Sick You don't care So why should I? You don't love me So why should I?