If broken pieces could be piled back into a perfect portrait, I would have bled to do that. If we could take back broken pieces of words to arrange the heart piercings, I would have done that. Every broken pieces of hurtful words flew out of her mouth. She didn’t have a care. Cody’s hands flared out as she continued speaking. Her eyes was without any form of hurt regarding what she was telling me. With each beat, she hurt me with her words by seconds. I am a fool. I didn’t even know what I was doing here, hugging her like she was the next lifeline to me. I didn’t know what I was doing here, trying to comfort her when she had just hurt me. And here I was standing like a bag of salt, without no motive to move away or tell her she had been doing me wrong. My heart clenched. And not in the wrong way. Cody stoood still, her hands were not hugging me back. I realized that a little too soon. With a bit of a broken heart, I removed my hands and she sighed out of relief. How embarrassing, Adam

CodyTime flashes the most in terrible situations. You close your eyes, it flashes and then it is gone. Good things usually last more. At least, in the heart. It follows you everywhere with every sense of responsibility. But when a bad thing happen, it flashes. It hurts. And when you think back to the memories, it is with tinges of flashes of hurt, pain, in the heart. The last time I felt pain was when I came back late from school, seeing dad on the floor groaning and crying for mum. Flashes and tinges of pain. And hurt. Seeing dad there, that was the last time I felt pain as deep as that. Watching dad, laying there hurt and sad because of the death of his mate. Needless to say, I haven’t been the same person ever since. Of course I love having my dad around I mean; he is all I have left now. He tends to overcompensate for her passing often; granting me nearly complete freedom rife with the provision of all my material needs:- I’m incredibly grateful to have him in my life still. I ju

CodyTill today. I had no idea I would be hurt by what I said and did to someone else. It felt surrral that a Lycan of all people would complain I had hurt him. And I knew I had done that again. Who was he, asking me to come over. To, and how? I would rather chew jeans.My feet’s clashed with the hard ground, frequently connecting with small dots of stones as I walked. I was dreading going home. It was just going to sit with nothing but the bags of my hurt and remorse. I had no choice though, I just had to go home. I hadn’t been able to sleep after trying to have my own time to myself, so I came out, walking and wandering.We people, are very weird. It feels so refreshing to talk about others imperfections, a seaweed feeling. Lost of hope in people. Till it gets to us, ourselves and we are here to decipher if we are really like people. Adam said I hurt him. I was t concerned about getting together with him but thinking of it in my remorse state, he had never hurt me before. Not even em

There was something funny about Mr Wills shoe. I guess teachers in that pack were getting paid a handsome amount of money but there was just something that made me want to roll on the floor when I stared at his shoe. It was weird in a way, I concentrated for a whole ten straight minutes trying to decipher if it was a sandals or a shoe. Turned out it was both. The bolts of the shoe was formed into strapples of sandals that moved and dangled as he moved. Sometimes, it got into the way of his legs and he almost tripped but he didn’t. He didn’t even seem to mind. I wondered if I was the only one staring at it. I laughed internally. I wished there was a way I could communicate with the mind to Jimmy. “Psttt.” A voice called out to me again, and I almost hit my head on the desk. Adam was really looking forward to pissing me off bit by bit. I had almost gotten into trouble with Mr Wills earlier and Adam had refused to back down. This was the fifth time he was calling out to me. I had seen

The bonfire party. The sleepover in school. The Lycans. That had been everything that had been buzzing since I set my feet in school. I couldn’t hear enough. It was either girls were gushing about seeing the Lycans in the night, and up and personal. Apparently, many people don’t see them around too much. I wondered why and now since I managed to see Adam and even his gang every single day. It was getting tiring. I had packed my pyjamas that concluded of shorts and a big T shirt in my bag pack. Left to me, I was not bothered about any single thing that was going to be happening. Only, I was thinking of how I had managed to come all the way here without having second thoughts all because I had told the prince I would come. Everything felt surreal. I closed my eyes. I just wanted to sit somewhere and eat. Speaking about food, I had only managed to put in a slice of bread on my way. For reasons unknown to me, my nerves had been gyrated to high and I was really nervous.The only thing I wa