The horse gallops in the green fields.  Faster and faster.  Ramon is sitting behind me.  His grip on my waist gets tighter and tighter.  He stops the horse and hops off its back. I'm still on top of the horse, waiting for him to help me climb off.  He looks at me ridiculously. "You're seriously not waiting for me to carry you off, are you?" He takes off his leather jacket and spreads it on the grass. He obviously took it off to show off his broad chest and muscular biceps.  And I will be lying if I say I'm not enjoying the view. I'm literally drooling on the inside.  He looks at me and groans. "Ugh! Fine!"  He carries me off the horse's back. "The only reason I'm doing this is because you look like a fucking goddess in that dress..." 

 I spent the whole of last night in a fucking cell. I wasn't able to sleep the entire night. Not with the sadness, loneliness and cold of this empty room. All I did was cry and ask myself questions.  Why am I going through all this? Why is it happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Why is the universe punishing me so harshly?  I must have spent the better part of the night crying my heart out because it's now dawn. Another day to go through nothing but hell...  But in some part of me, I feel that it will all be okay.  Ramon's mom said "It may not look like it right now but everything will get better. It always gets better."  And that's what is keeping me going... Hoping that things will get better..."  I have Ramon.  He said he'll be with me and will take ca

 Midnight. Ramon is pacing around the corridors of the hospitals, restless and sad. I wish there was something I could do to calm him down. To make him feel alright. He's been there for me so many times and I can't even be there for him just this once. Her mom tightens her grip on my hand, chanting a prayer. There is a lot of tension right now.  I keep my fingers crossed, praying that the little bundle of joy will be okay. Ramon and I drove out of Kingswood as soon as we could. Unfortunately, Marisa's chemotherapy can't go on since the bone marrow donor backed out last minute. And now the doctors are trying to figure out how they'll go about the transplant. It's really depressing. This is an innocent kid's life in danger for God's sake. The doctor finally approaches us. "Unfortun

 It's a busy day at work.  I'm trying to catch up since I haven't been at work for like a whole week. I just had a meeting at the conference room now and the whole time, I wanted to rush the clock and make it end. I tried my best not to yawn but I did it anyways. I yawned like two times and I earned some absurd glances from the staff but, who cares? Back at my office, the secretary walks in and hands me a gift box. When she leaves my office, I quickly open the gift box. Inside are a pack of oreos, a box of chocolates and a card, Thinking about you, Queen. I immediately call Ramon. "Queen?" I smile like a stupid teenager. "I got the oreos and chocolates... I pity other girls you know..." "Why?" "Because they'll never have you. They'll never have what I have and feel what I feel. Y

 "Mrs. Clara Clarkson, I hereby find you guilty for the murder of Mr. Clarkson, Ms. Hannah and Mr. Jace and also for the attempted abduction of your daughter, Ms. Camilla Clarkson. You're hereby sentenced to a hundred and twenty years in prison!" My mom glares at Andrew who just testified against her. She has wounds and bruises all over her face and her shackled hands. Life has sure taken a toll on her since I found out she's dad's murderer. And I still kinda feel sympathy for her...   Despite all this, she's still my mom, you know... But then I swiftly brush away that slight feeling of sympathy when I remember she tried to abduct me in my house during Ramon's birthday party. If it wasn't for Ramon and my uncle dragging me away from her, I would probably be dead by now.  I knew mom was a money lover but I didn't know it was to this extend. She would even kill me? Her own d