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I might see you again Jack x ReaderYou were looking outside if your parents have come back. No luck. They were not in sight. You wished your parents didn’t leave you without notice. For once in your life, you had a feeling, alone, your head was saying to you. You gave up and went to sleep with no one only with your stuffed animals.
You awoke due to a nightmare. You tried to calm down but your poor heart was beating quiet fast so you went down stairs to drink your tea. When you reach the last step of the stairs, you heard some glass breaking. ‘Someone is here!’ you thought. You smiled and thought it was your parents. Then you stopped. It was a person with a black hoody on and it was small like a child.
The child looked over to you. It had no eyes. It was crying out black tears. Now you are thinking this must be a nightmare.
“Hello there…” the child said. You jumped cause you didn’t hear him. He held your hand. “Sorry..
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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