Bullet For My Valentine So there I was, at the park sitting alone on a bench by the swings, reading my new book.Trees surround the entire park, and as a result of the season changing red ,yellow,and orange leaves have began to fall, covering the ground in a beautiful fiery collage.There is a sidewalk that runes through out the park.I like comming here to think or just to get fresh air. Across the playground is a group of 3 guys with skateboards wearing heavy metal shirts, one of theme I recognize as a guy I like, Tyler.He is a senior and I a freshmen so I know that it's extremely unlikely he would like me back,and I guess I'm ok with that. There are two little kids about the age of 5 and 7 swinging, they are the siblings of Tyler's friend who if I recall correctly is named camden.I watch them giggle as they challenge each other to go higher, and occasionally sneak a glance at Tyler. At one point I he looks at me and I quickly stare at my book trying to look nonchalant. I can feel my cheeks heating up like someone struck a match in them. The guy I don't know skates away towards the bathrooms. I begging reading again, now almost to the climax of my book.I zipper up my jacket as the wind begins to blow, and the motion causes my hat to fly off my head and land on the ground behind the bench. I set my book down and go to pick it up. I shake it and start picking off the pieces of dead grass that are stuck to it. I heard the crunching of leaves behind me and uddenly I feel a cold leather glove around my mouth. My eyes widen and my heart starts jack hammering inside my chest. I try to scream but the hand blocks the sound. An arm goes around my stomach and begins dragging me backwards. I hear a mans deep voice whisper in my ear that if I cause any problems he'll shoot me. I glance down to see a gun in the hand that is around my stomach. I inhale deeply, smelling the potent odor of leather. Then I open my mouth as much as I can and bite down with all the force I could muster. The grip loosened a little and I Am able to scream for a second and a half, which is enough for Tyler to look over. The arm with the gun tenses, so the muzzle of the gun is poking my stomach. Camden runs toward his siblings who are now staring at me.I kick and bite and scream as if my #life depends on it, and It probably does. Tyler hesitates a second then drops his skateboard and starts running towards me. There is almost half a mile between us now.I hear a car door open behind me. Tyler is nowrunning faster than I've ever seen someone run, but he's still very far away, and that's the last thing I see before I feel the hand on my stomach move up to cover my nose, I feel the freezing metal of the gun against my cheek, the other hand compresses on my mouth so all my air ways are blocked. Panic overtakes me and I struggle to breath with the last of my energy. The hands tighten until my vision goes black and I slip into a dark dreamless sleep. I wake up with half of my body in a white van, the door is still open and my legs are hanging out. I hear commotion in front of me. My head pounds and I have a migraine the size of a whale.I slowly sit up squinting from the dim light that shines through the clouds, it burning my eyes. When they finally adjust to the light I take in the whole scene as it unravels in front of me in slow motion. I see Tyler and my attacker fighting. The man is grabbing at his gun that is now on the ground. The kid that just came out of the bathroom is now running towards us to help. Camden is moving his brother and sister to somewhere safer. I must have only been out for a minute or two, though it felt like it's been hours. The man wraps his gloved hand around the gun and Tyler throws another punch. The man aims the gun at His head then suddenly turns and fires in my direction. I hear Tyler yell and pounce on the man and punches him until he stops moving. I suddenly notice there is a sharp pain in my shoulder, the pain intended and I begin to scream, I fall on the cold hard ground and start howling. My shirt feels wet, I look to see dark red spread across my jacket and soak my upper body. I begin to feel dizzy and exhausted. I'm only partially aware of Tyler putting pressure on my shoulder. He keeps saying something but it sounds muffled and far away, I am able to focuse on his voice and pick out a few words like hold on and your gonna be ok and concentrate on my voice. I don't think he knows how hard it is to fallow that last part. The nameless kid finally arrives and has his phone out. I stare into Ryan's eyes as the world begins to fade around me. By now I'm only partially conscience and can't think straight. " your pretty." I slur He looks at me and puts more pressure on my shoulder. " try not to talk." He says in a concerned tone. " my arm hurts!"my voice is now a little whisper. " I know just hold on, the ambulance is comming" he takes off his shirt and puts it on my wound applying even more pressure. I can hear distant sirens now. " I've never ridden in an ambulance before." I mumble before passing out. I awake to a hospital room. I am in a hospital room. The right side of my upper body is bandaged and there is an IV in my wrist.the tv is on with the volume turned very low, sponge bob is on. User Tyler asleep in the chair next to my bed and my moms purse in the chair across from me, my parents must be here.i stare at him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, and even in as much pain as I'm in I could stay here watching him forever.

Under The Blue The water glistened brightly in the sunlight, like unshed tears waiting to fall. The sky overhead was already turning a rolling, navy blue as the sun quickly slid further and further down. A dock stood silently a few yards away from where I sat, reminding me of a different time. Its planks were worn, and its posts were strained, but it was still one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Taking one last, remorseful breath of the salty air, I dove into the choppy water, into a world I was forced to take apart of. The water was cold on my face, before my body had time to register that I was back in the ocean and shift, that is. Within seconds, though, I could feel my legs suctioned together in a painful snap, along with the ripping of the two scars on either side of my neck. Fully shifted and able to breathe again, I shot forward through the water, swimming closer and closer to an underwater world. My new home, La Merra. I was brought to La Merra a day after I had been abducted, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Every inch of every building was made of beautiful and colorful glass, varying from deep reds to glowing purples. It is hidden inside of a large, reflective orb that keeps all other wild#life, including humans, from ever seeing it, and us inside. The only way in or out of the orb is a small latch near the top, but usually no one ever leaves the safety of the city. Some of them have never even seen the upper world, which should make me afraid too, I guess. I'm just not ready to let go. After wasting precious time trying to find the latch, the slight glimmer of the handle caught my attention. It was already close to dark, and I could start to feel the eyes of powerful and harmful creatures looking my way. I snapped open the door quickly, slipping my way through to safety. With the latch securely shut, I lazily glided back to the small, glass house I was assigned to, which sat at the far edge of town, in between rows of other buildings. The glass from my house softly glowed different shades of blue and purple, which set it apart from the oranges and pinks imitating from the other small homes nearby. Taking the key from my necklace, I opened the door and swam inside, locking it quickly to hide from the prying eyes that tended to stare at me from most of the windows down the street. Being the first newcomer in almost twenty years caused quite a commotion throughout La Merra, one that is finally dying down. The house consisted of a small living and dining room area, which you see as soon as you walk in; a kitchen that was accessible through a tiny door near the back of the house; and a bedroom past the kitchen. Apparently, when you're underwater, you don't actually need a bathroom. The place wasn't much smaller than the house I had lived in with my sister, but it felt so much more empty without someone else there to talk to. As I floated my way to the kitchen, I stopped suddenly, seeing a flash of bright gold. I turned to face a full length mirror that hung outside the door. My golden hair flowed freely, my bangs swept up and out of my face. Two big, tired blue eyes stared blankly back at me, with almost no expression on my pale face. I let my eyes travel downward, still shocked by the scales that sprouted at my hips. Like my house, my tail stuck out like a sore thumb next to all the bright yellows and greens that swam around me everyday. My tail pulsed a dark, majestic purple as I beat it back and forth in the water, trying to keep myself from sinking to the floor of the house. I sighed wearily as I swiftly swam past the kitchen, straight into my bedroom. Laying down on the soft fluff of my bed, I laughed silently as I realized again that I wasn't able to cry in this body. Squeezing my eyes closed, I wait for sleep to overtake me, and for another night of dreams to take me from reality. Sleep eventually comes, but it is dreamless. I wonder if I can dream in this body, or if that human feature is fading away too. I love dreams, so many things can come from them: ideas, inspiration, emotions,realizations, curiosity.

Chaos It started out as a small light in the distance, softly glowing burnt orange and gold. The light soon traveled nearer, and with it came sounds unattainable by ears. Everyone rushed past me, heads down, eyes filled with fear. But I just watched and waited, waited for the chaos to erupt. Planes began to fly swiftly overhead, and I knew they were close. Any second, and the bombs would touch the concrete-covered ground and emit a force so power that thousands will die. Any second now, and it will all be over. For us, that is. "Bethany, get in this cellar now before I drag you into it myself!" My mother screamed at me. I sighed, taking one last look at the glowering night, before allowing myself to be closed off into darkness for another day. Oh, how I hated that cellar. One hundred square feet of elbow to elbow silence with my family, or at least what's left of it. My father, grandfather, and older brother had all been drafted for the war, so all that was left was my worrisome, short tempered mother; useless, withered grandmother; annoying, spoiled little brother, Zachary; and sweet baby Meredith, my 16 month old sister, who's practically the only other sane person in this household. Besides me, of course.

Hate Triangle I grip the knife tighter in my gloved hands,adrenaline runs through my veins.this is perfect,just what I've been waiting for,his back is to me, no one is around, and I have a knife. Besides the fear of getting caught I'm actually excited. Stealth i remind myself. I have to be stealthy or this will all be for nothing! I take another step closer to my pray. And another.i flatten against the cold brick wall as his head scans the room waiting for the girlfriend who will never arrive. My doing of coarse,my little bait to get him into my trap.he sinks into in a dusty chair checking his watch and taping his foot on the creaky wooden floor. one of the many things he does that makes my blood boil. I step closer nearly touching his neck with the blade of my knife. Does he deserve last words? No probably not. I bring my shiny knife back and in one swift motion plunge it into his back,through flesh, veins,between ribs, and if my biology teacher was right into his heart. He makes a weird gurgling sound and falls to the floor. I pull my knife from his back, it's shiny gray surface now soiled in dark red blood. He rolls over labordly and stars up at me wide eyed gurgling,terror washes over his face. I smirk at him then drive the knife into his chest and this time he stops moving. He lays perfectly still staring up at the ceiling. Now it's time for the clean up. I have spent the past few months debating ways to make sure I am not a suspect.i conceal the weapon in a plastic bag, I then take my bleach and pour it over

The Next Step The rain poured like hot sweat down my back. The thunder roared behind me, sending strikes of prominent fear up my spine. The wind blew waves of sea salt into my mouth, my nose, my eyes. I had just one more mile; I was so close. I could see the hardly-white roof of my house, barely peaking above the others. I was so tired, and the buckets of water splashing in my shoes wasn't helping me move any faster. I had had the courageous decision to go running this morning, to start training again. It really seemed like a good idea at the time, after waiting for what seemed like forever to even be able to walk again. I had no idea a thunderstorm was supposed to hit, for my mom and I can't afford cable anymore. It's just my luck, I suppose.