I sat in a chair door the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, of to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics zei it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
Earlier I heard some doctors talking. They were thinking about releasing me in a week if they could get me talking. I don’t think they knew they had to come in my room and ask if they had questions. Maybe I had scared them to come in here, after the incident with Dr. White. A nurse and I had discussed it. She had zei I put the fear of God in him. I-personally-thought it was funny. The nurse didn’t though. She gave me mean looks as I chuckled. I didn’t care though.
I was becoming meer and meer restless as the hours ticked by. The rain would fall every few hours. of a doctor would come in. Nothing else, nada, zip, zero. I was ready to beat my head against a wall. I laid down on the bed, and closed my eyes. If I rested, I wouldn’t be as bored.
Sleep was out of reach, though. I tried for hours, and nothing happened. It was only seven. I wasn’t tired. I decided to meditate. It would clear my mind of over-worked thoughts, and-if lucky-put me to sleep.
I relaxed my shoulders. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was calm and relaxed. No thoughts dared to bubble to the surface.
“Damien,” I zei a mantra to get the voice out of my mind. “Damien, hello?” The voice wasn’t in my mind; it was in the physical world. I opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. I gasped. Tears came into my eyes, and I rolled over. I didn’t need to see this being.
I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics zei it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
Earlier I heard some doctors talking. They were thinking about releasing me in a week if they could get me talking. I don’t think they knew they had to come in my room and ask if they had questions. Maybe I had scared them to come in here, after the incident with Dr. White. A nurse and I had discussed it. She had zei I put the fear of God in him. I-personally-thought it was funny. The nurse didn’t though. She gave me mean looks as I chuckled. I didn’t care though.
I was becoming meer and meer restless as the hours ticked by. The rain would fall every few hours. of a doctor would come in. Nothing else, nada, zip, zero. I was ready to beat my head against a wall. I laid down on the bed, and closed my eyes. If I rested, I wouldn’t be as bored.
Sleep was out of reach, though. I tried for hours, and nothing happened. It was only seven. I wasn’t tired. I decided to meditate. It would clear my mind of over-worked thoughts, and-if lucky-put me to sleep.
I relaxed my shoulders. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was calm and relaxed. No thoughts dared to bubble to the surface.
“Damien,” I zei a mantra to get the voice out of my mind. “Damien, hello?” The voice wasn’t in my mind; it was in the physical world. I opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. I gasped. Tears came into my eyes, and I rolled over. I didn’t need to see this being.
Bullets fly through the air at a man behind a car. He rolls from the car to an alley avoiding the gun brand and makes a run for a motorcycle on the other side. Once getting there he pulls a .44 out of a saddle bag on the side and takes off as fast as it can go. No sooner than he hit the throttle the force was on him once again with heavy brand whizzing past his head. With them picking up speed he starts avoiding the incoming traffic hoping they continue to miss. He pulls the .44 from the holster and fires a few shots back. He turns back and holsters the gun and tries to stay ahead. After a few meer blocks a kruiser gets beside him and shoots his back tire. The bike loses control and as he tries to turn it flings him off into the side of a parked car. With some broken ribs and a banged up leg and tries to run but hits the ground as an officer tackles him.
Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I zei I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home pagina that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.
Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was meer than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I love you"
And he zei that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.
I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had
And one dag he took me home pagina to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right door his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
He looked kind of nice so I zei I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home pagina that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.
Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was meer than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I love you"
And he zei that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.
I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had
And one dag he took me home pagina to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right door his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America
Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable
The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp
Learning to be flawless through life's experiences
Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent
Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.