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Come back (The start of a storyline) I walked through the door and entered her room. She was laying peacefully, too peacefully. It looked wrong for anyone. Especially for Rachel since she was usually a talkative person. I leaned against the wall next to the door, trying not to look as awkward as I felt. I put my hands in my pockets and removed all emotion from my face, trying to look like the carefree teenager that everyone thought I was.
Rachel had been in a coma for three months now, and I had avoided all opportunities to see her, I didn't want to see her so vulnerable. Unable to fight back against her own mind, let alone any jokes or jibes I might make. Now as I stood in silence, I saw it was worse than I imagined. With tubes wrapped every which way around her body, the only sound to be heard was my mom speaking to Rachel's mother in the hallway.
I finally made the realization that I wasn't being watched, and relaxed. I quietly closed the door to Rachel's room, and sat in the v
Post-breakup depression “Did you hear Adrian broke up with Nancy?” Rachel had been on the phone with Carol for an hour now, and this was the first she'd heard of Adrian and Nancy. “No? How did you get this information?” Rachel asked. “The entire senior class has been talking about. How did you not hear?” Rachel wondered this herself, Adrian was her closest guy friend after Tristan, and he usually told her everything. She guessed he was too sad to want to tell anyone, and Nancy had never been close to her, so its not like she'd say anything. “I should probably call Adrian. . . . talk to you later Carol.” Rachel said. “I understand. Okay, bye Rachel.” The line went dead.
Rachel set out to find Adrian's home phone number. She had texted and emailed him many times, but she'd never had a need to call him. She found the number written on a sheet of paper on her desk and dialed the number. After two rings she heard the phone pick
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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