For so long I have let my scars heal,
But then I met you.
For so long I healed myself of all things bad.
But then I met you.
For so long I kept my composure and let you in,
But in the end you took your hands and ripped every scar open.
You removed every stitch and band-aid from my heart and held it in your cold palms that represented your soul.
I watched you slowly crumble and break every piece with no hesitation.
For so long my heart was finally whole,
but then i met you...

Last night I endured something hard,
God couldn't help me , I couldn't just wish on stars.
I cut until i bled and today it is nothing but scars.
The thought of me in the hospital is all I see ,
Or laying in bed just crying .
They see me as this tall ,strong girl , but honestly....I feel alone in the world
I honestly have nothing left here, All I have is dried up tears ,
The thought of me being here hurts , knowing everything I touch it hurts .
Tonight I dream , I contemplate , what I should do ....Should I stay or go .
No religion can save me , No God, No pills. I'm on my own
In the shadow called home.
My mother says she doesn't love me , and today those words haunt me.
I try to pick myself up ,but it feels like im falling , because i know my life isn't worth trying.
Have you ever been told someone doesn't love you , who you thought was always gonna be there for you ? Have you ever been told thar you can't make it , not by yourself but by the people who made you .
Have you ever...been..told?

My alarm clock beeps, and rings.
I walk over to the mirror and i just stare , Its like a path that never ends....
I open my makeup box , and walk to the bathroom, "Gosh! "i say  I nearly stumbled over the crooked floorboard .
I refrain from looking in the mirror before I start my make-up.
I wash my face ,the tears stains disappear i soon pat the dripping water from my mouth .
I reach for my make-up box and look into the mirror .
"Another day.."  I sigh as I pull out my eyebrow pencil.
.finished my look I just stare and sigh . Remembering the night i had , Flash backs from my nightmares of pain and screaming, The flashing caused me to fall over and break the mirror, shards fly everywhere, Im back in the nightmare that haunts everynight , I look at my hands i feel a cool sensation. I am covered by the blood of the victim.
IM GUILTY! I scream
I clasp my hand over my mouth quickly.
my mind plays over"She deserve it , shes bad, shes gone...."
Its over....
soon later a police officer and a forensic specialist came in ....
Examined the body , and dust the finger prints off a gun a 9 mm.
The lady laid dead on the floor , blood pooling from the head .
As the specialist swabbed for evidence , he leans to the officer and gasps .
"Wait I know this woman...... Its my mother"

What do you first think of when you see the word anger ?
Does it fill you up slowly....
Uncontrollably enraged.
The urge to shout.
Your leg starts to shake fast and steady .
The feeling of drowning slowly .
To turn into a volcanoe and erupt.
But ....
You can't let it show ...
Keep your composure.
Be the good girl everyone wants you to be ....

I put my headphones in watching the scenery go by.
I look up at the night sky speeding past .
The tires of the car are steadly driving
practically kissing the road .
Silence is my bestfriend.
We spend days togehter, and nights together.
I look up at my parents at them.
My dad looks at me through the mirror and says "val why are you quiet? Are you okay ?"
I paused my music shrugged and said the normal "I'm fine"
I play my music again .
Little did they know I learned something about myself,
the things I can do  . My parents say one thing
,But their minds say something else . Yes I can read minds, I don't want to seek help from my parents because they would either
A. Think I'm crazy or
B.Send me to some testing facility .
We are riding to my new boarding school RoseHaven  . The students there seem to have powers too , but it's a secret .
I hope I make new friends . I'm really nervous ...
We finally pull up to the school .
My parents walk me from the parking lot ,to the court yard, to the headmasters. I say goodbye to my parents. I wasn't sad about leaving my parents, they always focused on the job.
I finally have time with the headmasters.......
TO BE CONTINUED