Poetry [She's That Girl]

Poetry [She's That Girl]
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She's that girl,
The one people walk by and don't look twice at,
And she's the girl that no one see's,
And she's that girl that you say hi to,
She's the girl that doesn't talk,
And she's that girl that's always faking a smile,
She's the girl that everyone asks for help,
Because we know she won't judge them,
And she's the girl that's realy quiet,
And never speaks above a whisper,
And she's that girl,
With the cuts on her arms,
And everyone assumes she's emo,
She's that girl who doesn't know what to do with life,
And she's the girl nobody really likes,
She's the girl that's sweet and caring,
She's that girl,
That type of girl who never really has a thing,
And what everyone doesn't know,
Is that, that girl is me...

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**No real meaning, iJust like it. o.o;;

Poetry [It Still Hurts]

Poetry [It Still Hurts]
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You've rubbed salt into my wounds,
And it hurts more than ever,
I hear you talking about your day,
And you're happier than ever,
I look up at the ceiling,
And I try to hold back tears,
But something still slips out that I try to hide,
A little piece inside me dies,
You're never there,
You're always elsewhere,
And I just want to let you know,
That though we don't talk,
Though we don't glance at each other,
It still hurts to see you so happy,
So carefree,
And I wonder,
I just wonder where did it all go wrong...

The Love Bet: Part 24 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 24
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Do you know how it feels to scream but no one hears you? Even when you cry? That was Mariete. Her sobs couldn't be heard, her throat was getting dry from all the shouting and yelling, her shoes were scuffed from attempting to kick open the door, her feet sore, her hands were red from hitting at the door that held her captive and her eyes hurt from crying. No one heard a word though, they had all gone out leaving Mariete alone.

Mariete looked at the analog clock on her wall, it ticked by slowly, so slow... Then the short hand hit the three and the long hand at the twelve. School had ended. She waited, staring at the clock, hoping to be released when there was a rattle on the doorknob and the door simply swung open.

"Yes, Derrick, I know you're an idiot sometimes," the girl giggle girlishly, "shut up!" the girl said though she was obviously not irritated with Derrick at all, "I'll see you tomorrow," the girl smiled, "bye, I love you too," the girl cooed before snapping her phone, no, Mariete's phone, shut.
"Give that back!" Mariete said as she lunged for it and the girl held it out of reach.
"What makes you think I'll do that?" the blue eyed girl smirked.
"Who are you, and what are you doing with my life?!" Mariete asked.
"You don't remember?" the girl asked as there was a knock on the door and Mariete's mother walked in just as the girl pushed Mariete into the closet and locked it, "hey mum, what's up?" the girl asked in a disgustingly cheerful voice.
"How was school today, Mariete?" her mother asked.
"Oh, it was absolutely wonderful," the girl gushed.
"That's great," her mother nodded then looked at her eyes with confusion, "but sweetheart, when were your eyes... blue? Aren't they green?" her mother asked fearfully.
"No, they were blue, you must've mixed them up with someone else's," the girl laughed to hide her nervousness.
"Of, course, you're probably right," the mother smiled to hide her uneasiness before closing the bedroom door, "but Mariete's eyes were always green like mine... Valerie's were always blue like her father's..." she whispered to herself as she shook her head, she was probably just seeing things...

Mariete banged on the closet and finally she was released. She took a deep breath and looked at the girl, glaring at her and she clutched her chest.

"You're Valerie aren't you? Why are you pretending to be me?" Mariete asked.
"OF course I'm Valerie, you see, dear sister, you're in the way and besides... didn't you try to kill me?" snarled the girl as Mariete's eyes opened wide.
"I never-," Mariete started.
"tried to kill me? OF course you have, it just didn't work, but you see, you were almost killed too in one of your plans, so who was hidden away?" Valerie asked, "ME!" Valerie snapped, "So, you're going to be hidden away too and I'll be the controller of your life now," Valerie said sweetly and Mariete felt chills going down her spines, "You'll be a prisioner as I have, and you better get used to it, because I'm going to royally screw up your life!" Valerie smirked before shoving her younger sister into the closet and locking it, "don't worry, you'l still be able to breathe," the blue eyed girl cackled before leaving the room...

Poetry [Be By Your Side]

Poetry: Be By Your Side
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Sweetheart, did you know,
That I will never ever let go,
And,
My princess don't you stress,
Because you're the thing that's always on my mind,
So baby don't you cry,
I'll hold you in my arms tonight,
And don't you worry bout anything,
Because I will always be by your side,
MY love don't you say goodbye,
It'll send tears rolling down from your eyes,
And don't you ever stree,
Because I'll always be by your side,
Never let this love go,
Because you're the one I want to hold,
And if you were to ever leave,
I'll hope you know,
I'll always be by your side...

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** Yes, i know it sounds weird that I'm writing this, seeing as I am a girl, but this is in a guy's perspective seeing how i don't write anything where the guy is like the main character and the whatnot. lolz. this came up randomly. thought it was good. :D

Poetry [Bittersweet Memories]

Poetry: Bittersweet Memories
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** Note: I am going to start labeling each post now for the title. Because my template doesn't show the titles and all. ;o
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Those bittersweet memoeies,
Fresh in my mind,
Those tears that slide down my cheeks,
Are salty and sour when they reach my lips,
That sad, sorrowful song,
Plays over in my mind,
And I have no idea what to do,
Since you walked out of my life,
Your short, simple notes,
Full of joy and happiness,
Has left a hole in my life,
And mocked my existence,
And I still remember,
Those sweet summer nights,
The kisses in the rain,
And the light in your eyes,
And all those memories,
Are all so sweet,
So bitter,
My bittersweet memories,
Forever mine to keep,
AS you walk out of my life,
With out a backward glance.

The Love Bet: Part 23 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 23
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"Hey mom, are you going to my competition next week on Friday?" Valerie asked as her hair bobbed in a ponytail.
"Have I ever missed one?" the mother said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Mom, next Friday is the school play," Mariete said as she tugged on her mother's sleeve.
"Mariete, don't be so selfish," Valerie said as she looked pitifully at her younger sister.
"It's not fair," Mariete muttered under her breath as Valerie bent down to whisper in the 6 year old's ear.
"Life isn't fair," she whispered before straightening up and walking with more grace and more poise than Mariete would probably ever carry, and as she walked, her hair bobbed, up and down it went...

Mariete woke up once more. She had all these weird dreams at night. All dreams were complicated, but in this dream, it felt so real. In this dream she felt as if that had actually happened. Mariete laughed out loud, that couldn't have ever happened, it was just a dreams.

Mariete might've thought that dreams once came true, but now, she no longer believed it. She looked out the window, little flecks of snow danced their way onto the ground like flower petals in the wind. She looked at the white snow, looking out her window, and sighed. Mariete looked at the time, almost time for school.

Pulling on the white button up shirt and the simple black tie, she pondered about those dreams of hers. She grabbed the black sweater vest and pulled it over the top, the colar peeking out with the tie from the v-necked sweater, and just the bottom of the shirt showing from the bottom. Mariete struggled to pull on the black skirt and pulled on some stockings to cover it. Mariete looked in mirror, somehow today she felt different, looked different. She walked towards the door and turned the doorknob. It didn't turn...

Marite looked at it with shock. She looked out the window. A girl was walking into her parent's car. Who was she?!? The girl had wavy brown hair too, though it was obviously died, at least to Mariete it was. The girl looked at the balcony, where Mariete was standing, and smirked, her icy blue eyes flashed before entering there at last. Somehow, without even wondering, she knew who that girl was, a little cold winter's wind comfirmed her suspicions. [A.N. I spelled that wrong didn't I?] The wind whispered her name out loud, no... it couldn't be...
Valerie...

Poetry [Don't Wanna Keep Those Memories]

I don't wanna look back sometimes,
And I don't wanna break down in tears,
I don't have a choice sometimes,
And I really hate it,
I don't wanna keep all those memories,
When they hurt so much inside,
I 'm sick and tired of it,
When all I end up doing,
Is cry...
I wish sometimes,
On the stars on my ceilings,
I cry sometimes,
And hope someone's listening,
Because I really don't wanna,
I really don't wanna keep all those memories,
No matter how precious,
And I really don't like looking back and crying,
When I told myself,
That I wouldn't cry...
And I laugh,
And I fall,
I tear up and wanna die,
When I look at those memories,
And sometimes I just don't wanna,
I don't wanna keep those memories...

Poetry [The Song Keeps Playing]

I'm walking down the street,
All the way to fifth avenue,
The song plays in my head,

I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple
Sometimes good bye's the only way

And I kick up the dried leaf,
And a pebble or two,
I keep walking,
Past the dog,
And past that deli,
I walked down the grey pavement,
And the song keeps playing,

And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey

I keep walking,
And the song keeps playing,
Two minutes pass,
And I'm still not there,
And the chorus repeats in my head,
Another minutes flies,
And the song is over,
Only to be replaced,
But I didn't cry,
No matter how much it hurt,
And I forced that smile,
And the song keeps playing,
I kick up a leaf,
And I kick another pebble,
I keep walking,
And as I reach fifth avenue,
I pull the device out of my pocket,
And type words I'll never say,
And I slip back in,
And press pause,
Wishing like the song,
I could pause my life for a moment...

And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you

What I thought was a dream
A mirage
Was as real as it seemed
A privilege
When I wanted to tell you
I made a mistake
I walked away

And I closed my eyes,
For a second,
And the songs stopped playing,
And I looked up,
All of that,
Walking to fifth avenue,
With no goal in mind...

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Song(s):
Shadow of the Day- Linkin Park
Gomenasai- t.A.T.u.

The Love Bet: Part 22 ♥

"Hey mom, I got the best grade in class today," Mariete beamed from ear to ear.
"Oh, that's nice," her mom said as she mixed the batter.
"Hey mom, today the best thing happened!" Valerie smiled from ear to ear, "I'm cheerleading captain!"
"Oh, that's great!" her mom said with more enthusiasm.
"I know! I can't wait!" Valerie said contently as he dipped her finger into the bowl to get a taste.
"Mom, my teacher said I'm the smartest in the class," Mariete added as she tried to keep the attention on her.
"Mom, guess what?" Valerie said, deliberatly keeping the spotlight, "I won first place in the gymnastic competition too!"
"That's great, we have to go celebrate!" her mom said happily as Mariete struggled to steady her trembling lip and jumped off the kitchen stool and back to her room and turned once only to see her elder sister blow her a kiss and smirk.

"Good morning Mariete, how are you feeling?" her mom asked cheerfully as she smiled.
"I'm doing great," Mariete lied.
"That's nice," her mother said.
"Mariete, Victor called," her dad piped up.
"I'll call him later, I need to catch up on school work," Mariete said dismissively before grabbing a plate of breakfast and bounding up the stairs to her computer.

It was a nice morning, it waqs a nice Sunday morning. She placed the plate on her desk and picked up a piece of toast and bit down on it before going outside to retrieve her artwork. Her finished artwork. She looked at the blue sky, dabbed with all the right shades, her used paint. And frowned, she didn't remember doing any of it. Then she saw a post it note flutter to the ground.

'Sorry, I finished the picture. Couldn't help it. -Victor'

For some reason, Mariete didn't mind. She was grateful that it was Victor who finished the picture. Then her forgotten cell phone vibrated loudly on her desk and she walked over to it.

'Hey Mariete, how are you feeling?'

Mariete smiled faintly and thumbed back a reply and turned on her computer. Then her computer flashed to life and she smiled. She opened a folder on her desktop (labeled Schemes) and she opened the document labeled The Love Bet. She was going to make Derrick pay no matter what and an email popped up. She double clicked on it.

To: iMariete.Welsh@hotmail.com [Mariete Welsh]
From: ValiantVal@aol.com

Don't you ever forget your past, I'm still watching you...

Mariete shivered and went back to typing. When her door opened to reveal Victor. She minimized the document and smiled at him.

"Hey Victor, what are you doing here?" Mariete said casually.
"Just checking up and trying to make sure you don't hit your head again," Victor teased.
"It wasn't funny!" Mariete protested.
"It wasn't, it was kinda scary," Victor admitted.
"I need to bring this down, I'll be right back," Mariete promised as she signaled at her plate.
"Sure," he shrugged as Mariete smiled and walked out the door.

Then Victor looked at the computer, there was a tab. The love bet? Victor's curiousity got the best of him and he maximized it once more. And read the whole document, eyes ripping across the page. Jaw dropping. He was shocked. And then he heard footsteps, someone was coming. And he minimized it once more and Mariete came in smiling.

"I have to go, my mom just called," Victor lied smoothly.
"Oh, okay, see you soon," Mariete said obliviously as he left the house and Mariete had no clue.

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ooooOOOOOoooooo shit. Victor knows everything now!! ;xx
Dun dun dun duuuuuuunnn.
bad chapter anyways. Can't wait till it ends.

The Love Bet: Part 21 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 21
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At the young age of five, Mariete knew many things. She only cared about one thing though and that thing was attention. Mariete loved attention, even as a little kid. But when she was young her parents didn't give her as much attention as they gave to Valerie. Who was Valerie? Valerie was Mariete's older sister, her senor by 6 years. Valerie was the best at everything and Mariete hated it.

Mariete quivered in her sleep.

The young girl hated not being able to do anything about the fact that she couldn't do anything to get them to focus on her. She tried breaking plates, throwing things, and having tantrums, but they didn't care. They scolded her lightly and fawned over her sister as her sister smirked at her.

Mariete raised her hand to hit the invisible force away.

"Mariete, you're never going to be like me, so why don't you just run away?" Valerie said wickedly to her little sister who was glaring with her green eyes as fiercely as she could.
"I hate you! All my friends older sisters are nice!" Mariete yelled at the beauty, slick black hair that shone in all the right lights, the simple flowing waves and the perfect almond shaped blue eyes that looked deadly.
"Good," Valerie said as she went back to brushing her hair.

Mariete batted the air, a tear slid down her face.

"I HATE YOU!" Mariete shouted before lunging and grabbing her sister's throat, squeezing it tightly.

Then Mariete let out a scream.

"I HATE YOU!" Mariete continued, dragging her sister with an unkonwn strength and dragging her to the bathroom which she filled with water and shoved her sister's head into it.
"MARIETE!" a voice called.
"I HATE YOU VALERIE! I HATE YOU! GO DIE!!"

"I hate you Valerie... go die..." Mariete said in her sleep, face stained with tears.
"MARIETE!" a person called and Mariete's eyes flew open, and she batted them getting used to thte light.

The light... she could see again...

[I was gonna stop right here]

"Mariete, are you okay?" Victor's voice penterated her thoughts.
"Victor is that you?" Mariete asked softly, her eyes back to life.
"Yes, it is, are you alright?" Victor asked.
"I can see..." Mariete whispered.

[too lazy, I'm going to end this.]

The Love Bet: Part 20 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 20
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"Harold, why did you take me away from Valerie?" Mariete's mother slurred.
"Sweetie, you're drunk!" he exclaimed with realization.
"No, I'm not," she giggled as she reached towards the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Welsh?" Victor said nervously, holding a bouquet of flowers, once again, in his hands and looking at the parents.
"Oh, Victor," Mr. Welsh said gruffly looking at the boy.
"Mr. Welsh, this is my friend, Derrick," Victor said as he side stepped to reveal the boy who was picking at his fingernails.
"Another friend of Mariete's?" Harold asked.
"Mr. Welsh, it's nice to see you again," Derrick said, shaking the hand of the man who was once his nerdy girlfriend's father.
"Harold, who's Mariete?" the mother asked, "are they all friends of Valerie's? God knows that she needs someone to talk to..."
"Ms. Welsh, we'll just go right in," Derrick faked a sickeningly sweet smile and opened the door.
"Have fun with Valerie!!" the mother said joyfully as Harold dragged her to the car and left the two teenage boys to talk to Mariete.
"Mr. Welsh, can I talk to you for a moment?" Victor asked as he caught up to the father.
"Of course."

***

"Hey Mariete, remember me?" Derrick asked smirking at the helpless girl in front of him, the girl who was sipping a cup of water.
"Who are you?" Mariete asked coldly, knowing fully well who it was.
"Wanna tell me who Valerie is?" Derrick asked casually.
"I have no idea, Derrick, get out!" Mariete said firmly.
"I'll tell you..." Derrick smiled smugly before walking around the room.

***
"Mr. Welsh, who's Valerie?" Victor asked him seriously.
"No comment," he said before opening the door and helping his wife into the car.
"Mr. Welsh," Victor said.
"Valarie, was our daughter," the older man said before turning away and going into the car.

***
"You see... you had an older sister..." Derrick said slowly as if talking to a three year old.
"I don't have one!" Mariete snapped.
"Not anymore, you don't, but what about before..." Derrick continued.
"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!" Mariete shot back, angrily.
"Of course I do, I heard your parents say that you almost..."

***
Victor walked back into the hospital thinking of Mariete. How was she now? Was Mariete feeling better? Could she see? Could she move her arms? Was she still the same? How was she faring with Derrick? Then he stopped, realizing what he had done.

"Fu**," he said under his breath before running into the building.

***
"No, I don't think I'll stop, after all, this was the reason why you came back wasn't it?" Derrick sneered at Mariete.
"Shut up!" Mariete said weakly.
"Tell me, did you enjoy making fun of me? Did you enjoy seeing my reaction?" he growled as he grabbed Mariete's arm.
"You don't know anything!" Mariete, refusing to be portrayed as weak.
"I know a lot of things. You thought you could use my best friend..." Derrick continued looking at the girl who was under his grip.
"Mariete?" Victor asked as he looked inside.
"Yes, bi*ch, tell him everything," Derrick growled, "or I'll tell everything else..."
"I refuse to," Mariete said softly.
"What, sweetie, I didn't here you," Derrick snapped.
"SHUT UP DERRICK!! YOU KNOW WHAT?!?! JUST SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Mariete wanted to cry and she let a tear slip, the first in weeks.
"So Victor, do you know who Valarie was?" Derrick asked.
"Yea, her older sister..." Victor said looking at Mariete, emotions masked.
"Do you want to know more?" Derrick asked wickedly as Mariete opened her eyes and you could see the emotionless eyes, except the tears...
"No, I don't, let's just go," Victor said roughly, grabbign his friends arm and pulling him away. There was something wrong.

There was a missing piece. Who exactly was Mariete? Who was Valarie? What was Derrick talking about?
***

Mariete blinked. She didn't have to of course. But she somehow knew that there was something wrong with her. She closed her eyes and wished that Derrick was wrong. She really didn't want to use Victor like Derrick had used her. She didn't want to, but right now, it was neccesary. She began to dream, and she hoped that her dreams would lead to the answers she so desperately needed.

The Love Bet: Part 19 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 19
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Mariete woke up, much like every other day. But today was different. Everyday Mariete would wake up, attempt to move her arms, open her eyes once and realizr she was still helpless: unable to move and unable to see. And apparently, she hated it. But like it was stated, today was different. And Mariete once again, attempted to move her ams and check to see if she could see.

"Mom? Dad?" Mariete called out hesitantly. Mariete was greeted with silence, her parents were not yet at the hospital.

Mariete let out a sigh and lifted an arm. She tried to pull herself up, and prop herself up against her pillows. And she realized something, when she yawned, her hand had covered her mouth. And Mariete screamed.

"What happened?" someone asked, it was a nurse, as she yanked the door open.
"My arms, my hands... they can move again," Mariete said in amazement as she flexed her fingers, "but if only I could see again..."
"This is great news, it means that your body is starting to function well again," the nurse nodded in approval and how Mariete longed to see even the slightest of color, or even a simple shade.
"Is it okay... if I were to walk around the room?" Mariete asked hesitantly, as if afraid of the answer.
"At the moment, I'd advise that, you haven't been walking for so long," the nurse agreed before closing the door and leaving Mariete alone once more.

Mariete moved herself off the bed slowly, clutching onto the bed in case she fell. She took one cautious step, after another, little babysteps. She took one more step then another, and one more. She continued to hold onto the bed as if it was her life line. THen the door swung open, alarmed, Mariete fell to the ground.

"Good morning Valarie," a bubbly voice said as Mariete craned her neck towards the door.

Mariete hated not being able to see. And who the hell was Valarie?

"Um, excuse me, but I think you have the wrong room," Mariete said uncomfortably.
"What are you talking about, Val?" the voice said full of hurt.
"Um... I'm not Valarie," Mariete said in confusion as she pulled herself up.
"C'mon, Val, it isn't funny, not this time," the voice said disapprovingly.
"Brenda?" a male's voice said as he opened the door.
"Harold, look at Val," the voice continued in a bubbly voice, "isn't she just beautiful?"
"Brenda, this isn't Valarie," he said uncomfaortably, if Mariete could see, she would be glaring at her father.
"Of course it is! She looks exactly like her!" Mrs. Welsh scoffed.
"Mom, I'm Mariete..." Mariete said slowly.
"Nonsense, did you and your father trick me?" Mrs. Welsh said playfully as Mariete wished she could see.
"Seriously, snap out of it," Harold said firmly.
"Dad, what's wrong with mom?" Mariete asked.
"Nothing, she's just a little tired, her friend Valarie came to visit last night, so she must've gotten the names mixed up," Mariete's father lied before taking his wife's hand and holding it, tugging her towards the door, "I'm going to bring her home so she can rest up. It's nice to see that you recovered a little."

And on that note, they were out the door, leaving Mariete to think back. Who was Valarie? And would Mariete ever recover...?

The Love Bet: Part 18 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 18
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"Mom, can I go to school?" Mariete asked her tired parents for the millionth time.
"No, Mariete, you can't," her mother said hesitantly, afraid of hurting her youngest daughter's feelings.
"Dad, will I ever be normal again?" Mariete asked her dad.
"We hope you will," the tired father said wearily.
"Sometimes hoping isn't enough," Mariete huffed as she attempted to cross her arms once more and found that she couldn't, "I hate being me, it's taking so long too, all I do in the hospital is... well... nothing!"
"You'll get better," her mother tried.
"Mr. and Mrs. Welsh, can I talk to you for a moment?" the doctor said as he opened the door.

Mariete's parents walked out the door too, leaving Mariete in silence, and she hated silence now. Maybe before this accident, she would've liked it, it could let her think, it let her sort things out, but now, everything was set out, so clear, so simple, and all she thought about was how to get better. She couldb't even plot when she was like this.

"I hate my life," Mariete said as she wished that she could finally see, she no longer opened her eyes, for there was no need, she couldn't see anymore anyways.

***

"Even after she is healed, there might be some side effects because it states here, in her medical records..."

***

Mariete sat there, unmoving, she was sweating and tried to pull her hair away from her face, she couldn't. She hated herself for it. She felt so weak, she was used to feeling more prouder than this. She hated the fact that she was like that.

***

"She hit her head, pretty hard, when she was just five after she tried to..."
"We know perfectly well what happened," Mrs. Welsh said, holding up a hand to tell the doctor to stop.
"And in addition, she might remember all of those things... because like I said, she..."

***

Mariete called out for her parents, the doctor, the nurse, anyone. She was tired of being there, tired of going through the same thing. She felt like she had been through this before, but when? The last time Mariete was in the hospital was well... Mariete tried to think back so far, she tried to remember. She couldn't remember anything past the age of six.

'Well, I'm in 11th grade now... in 10th grade I remember almost getting ran into by a car, in 9th grade I remember meeting Helen and Derrick, in 8th grade I got my braces removed. And thank god for that, in 7th grade I remember meeting Andrea but she became a total bi*** so I'm not friends with her now. In 6th grade was when I first entered junior high and got my braces. In 5th grade, I remember the graduation, I was salutatorion, and in 4th grade I remember falling off the swings. Then in 3rd grade, my mum and dad brought me to California, and in 2nd grade I remember accidentally cutting myself with a knife... In 1st grade I remember me lying to everyone,in 1st grade I had forgotten something... I was lying about it too...' MAriete thought as her face scrunched up in thought.

***

"And she hit her head this time too, pertty hard, did you two ever tell her what may or may not have happened?" the doctor asked the parents, Brenda was clutching her husband's hand in a death grip.
"We can't tell her everything, we didn't want her to know," Harold said as he tried to comfort his wife.
"Maybe you should tell her everything about A..." the doctor continued.

What the doctor and the parents didn't see though was a boy, hiding in the shadows when he heard them start talking. He had heard everything and he left the hospital, just because he didn't know what to make of the whole thing. He was confused...

The Love Bet: Part 17 ♥

The Love Bet; Part 17
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The sun shone down upon the hospital bed and Mariette stirred from her sleep. Her mother and father had just arrived from home. It was now 9 A.M. and Mariette had already missed one week of school. They looked at her lovingly, pityingly and wished that she was awake, that she wasn't paralyzed, that she wasn't blind. But she was, she was still paralyzed and she was still blind.

"Do you think it's our fault for not paying her so much attention?" MRs. Welsh asked her husband quietly.
"We couldn't exactly just tell her straight out," Harold replied, hugging the weepy woman.
"But if only we ad told her, paid her a little more attention, maybe this wouldn't have happened," she cried, tears falling freely, like stars falling from the sky.
"We can't avoid it, it wasn't our fault," Harold pretested and MAriete began to awake, "she's waking up."
"Mum? Dad?" Mariette asked catiously as she tried to get up.
"Sweetie, we're right here," her sweet mother's voice calmed her immediately, it was better off for MAriete to not know.
"Mum, I was dreaming, and there was this girl, she was so beautiful and looked exactly like me," Mariete told the person, she hated not being able to see, "but the weird this was, that you and dad was there too, and I was standing right next to her," she continued, "and when she talked to you, it was so melodic, and when you looked at her, you seemed to see through me and..." Mariete paused to take a breath, "I thought you guys had replaced me, that I was just a ghost, and I missed being with you..."
"It was just a dream," Harold said softly, "dreams don't mean anything in particular."
"But, daddy, that's the thing, they don't mean anything to you, but to me, they mean the world," MAriete sighed as she tried to move her arm again.

Mariete was lucky she couldn't see because if she could, she would see her mother crying, trying not to let the sound of her heart being heard. Trying to wipe away all those tears and knowing she could never tell Mariete everything. She regretted it. And Mariete was lucky she couldn't move, because if she could hug her mom, she would realize her mom was thinner and she would feel her tears when they hugged and the shakes that she was having when she cried. But Mariete wanted to see, even if all she could see was her mother's tears, she wanted to be able to hold her mom again, to be there. And MAriete wanted to cry.

"Mum, Dad, I wish I could see again, and just hug you two..." MAriete said softly before the door opened and closed.
"Is there any progress from last time?" the doctor asked as he clicked his pen annoyingly.
"No, doc, i thought you were the smart one, I still can't see, and on top of that, my arms still can't move, and no matter how hard my mom tries to hide from me that she's crying, I can still tell," Mariete said harshly, the doctor couldn't save her, only time could after all, time healed all wounds.
"I'm sorry you feel that way about me," the doctor said before recording some quick notes and leaving the room, the door shutting behind him onlyto be opened shortly afterwards.
"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Welsh, isn't it a lovely Saturday?" a voice said a little too happy for such a sad and dreary place.
"Hello Victor, are you here to see Mariete again?" Brenda asked the boy.
"Yea, just for a friendly visit, to see how she's doing and all," Victor smiled at her parents and Mariete wished she could see that smile.
"That's sweet," Mariete's mother cooed.
"Yea, and here are some flowers for her," Victor added as he held out the bouquet in his hands, "I know she can't see them or hold them, but I thought that she might enjoy the scent and if she doesn't, at least you guys would."
"Thank you Victor, please leave," MAriete said coldly, craning her head to look at him even though she couldn't see.
"WEll, all the teachers and students also sent me here on their behalf, they want to tell you that they hope they see you again soon, and that you have a hastey recovery from your accident," Victor continued to smile, trying to forget that cold gaze of hers, "and I didn't tell them about it, just in case you didn't want me to."
"How thoughtful," Mariete said sarcastically.
"Well, I have to go, my mom expects me home," Victor lied before exiting and the click of the door closing was heard once again.
"Mariete," Harold started, "that was rude beyond belief!"
"You didn't exactly expect me to greet him with open arms did you?" Mariete scoffed as she tried to cross her arms.
"Actually, we did, how could you?" Brenda said, "He's been really kind, and he was one of the only people who visited you!"
"I really don't care," Mariete snapped before resigning and realized she was so tired, "I'm going back to sleep, there's nothing else to do anyways..."
"Have pleasent dreams," her parents said softly.

Mariete wanted pleasent dreams, but all she wanted was for her to be recovered. She still had to finish her revenge and that wouldn't work if she was stuck in the hospital bed and mad at Victor. She needed a new plan and she prayed that God would answer her in her dreams...

I Think I Love You... || Prologue

It has been 5 years, 364 days, 22 hours, 42 minutes and 37 seconds since you walked into my life...
It has taken me 4 years, 363 days 23 hours and 15 minutes and 57 seconds for me to realize that...
And now you're gone...
And I look back, wondering, thinking, hoping. Watching you walk away, knowing nothing ever happened. Thinking how it would've been if I had told you. Hoping that you'll find her disgusting and realize your best friend is the one you're looking for, the one you know you can live forever with. And I'm stupid because I was blinded, looking for something else and the thing I was looking for was always next to me. Laughing at my stupid, corny jokes, wiping away those tears after all my breakups and heartbreaks, and helping me in Math and Spanish while I helped you in ELA and Global. I was so dumb, and you were probably my brain, you ran away and now I'm numb, not feeling at all, and maybe... just maybe you'll realize and I think... I think way back to when we were still friends, when I still mattered. I was a fool... And I might... I think... I'm not sure but... I think I love you...

Missing You is Loving You <3

To Sammii:.
I know I love you because I'm going to miss you, I know I'm going to cry because you'll no longer be there anymore. I'm going to miss your vibrant personality and the fact that you are an idiot [ily mommii] and I know one thing for sure. You're always going to have a place in my heart, you've always been there for me [kinda] and I know that no distance can keep us apart mentally [er.. I hope :D] and I want you to know this: no matter what happens, no matter what you do, I don't think i can bring myself to hate you because of who you are. You play a pretty big role in my life and I hope you know that if you need any help at all, ever, I'll be there for you as you have been for me. I know I can trust you and I know [or I hope] you trust me too. The past four years have been amazing and I know half of it is because of you. Keep in touch. Don't forget those times because when everything's gone all you have left are the unforgetable and the blessings we all have but cannot count: Memories...

Poetry [Can You...?]

Can you remember,
Because i remember,
When everything was in color,
And not shades of grey...
Can you see,
Because i can no longer see the beauty,
THe beauty that was in the earth...
Can you tell me,
The words i wanted to hear?
Because i haven't given up,
Not yet...
And when i do...
Then i will have truely died,
But nothing can hold me back now,
just tell me...
Can you still love?

Poetry [Why Don't You Let Me Cry?]

When I'm sad, i look up at the sky,
I hide from all the voices,
And wish,
I want to cry,
And all my tears threaten to fall,
And when they do,
You wipe them away,
Why can't you leave me here?
Alone and in despair,
I want to be someone else,
Not with you,
I wanna be able to cry,
Without being judged for letting my emotions run wild,
And I don't even know why...
So why can't you leave me to cry?
For me to be exactly who I want to be,
I can't hide in shadows,
Forever...
So let me cry,
And regain my dignity on my own...
So I won't forget that I,
Want to cry on my own...
But I can't do that if...
You stop me everytime...
Why don't you let me cry?
Why don't you let me cry...

Poetry [I Wanna Be]

I wanna be the one,
The one you care about,
I wanna be the one,
The one who's ther for you,
I wanna be the one,
The one and only in your life,
And I wanna be the one,
Who you stay by,
And i wanna be the one,
The one you love,
Because I'm just me...

Poetry [Tonight]

Tonight,
I'll look at the sky,
And see the city lights,
Tonight,
I'll look at the moon,
And see its lovely smile,
Tonight,
I'll look at the planes,
And wish they were stars,
Tonight,
I am not alone,
And I smile,
Becuase you are by my side,
Even though it is just for this one night,
You are here,
Tonight...

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I <3 this poem :D MY favorite one that i wrote next to the poem "Alone" on my other act. :D