I woke up to bright lights shining around me, the sound of a monitor beeping. My eyes fluttered open slowly, causing me to look around the room I was laid in. The entire walls were covered in white painting, even the curtains were of the same colour. Where was I? Sitting up slowly, the bed gave a creaking noise and only then did I notice the other presence in the room. He was sat on a chair, just by the door, arms rested on his knees while he held his head in his palms. Why are we both here? And then it all came flashing back to me. I jumped out of his car, while we were on our way back. I could have killed myself. That's for certain. That's one foolish thing to do. The car was at full speed, yet I jumped out. I suddenly felt a burning pain in my chest, which caused the monitor which was just by my bedside, to beep faster than usual. His head snapped up at once to my figure, eyes accessing me. At that minute, a nurse walked in. "What are you doing?" "You should be resti

Decorations of all sorts were dangling from the high ceilings of the Williams Mansion. The once warm, comforting abode, had in a second, been turned into an area of chaos-bound. The figure of Logan came into view, as I made my way into the living room. He was occupied having a phone conversation with someone, while Dylan and David were sat on the couch watching a T.V program. At my entrance, Logan snapped his head towards me, eyes taking in my figure. "Happy birthday" I uttered to him with a wide smile lingering on my lips. I noticed a smile crawl up his lips at once, while he whispered something which I couldn't quite make out. Turning around, I hurried into the kitchen. Denna was in there making a dough, helping Miss Mary bake. She smiled at me the moment I walked into the kitchen, eyes lighting up at once."Mary said we could lick the dough off the pan before she places it in the oven" she uttered with a grin."Hey! I didn't say that" Miss Mary exclaimed in response, eyes tu

The chill of the water sunk into my skin, for a moment drowning the sting I felt seconds ago. I grabbed more water from the kitchen sink into my cupped hands, washing the tears off my face, while more threatened to pour out. What exactly is it about this guy that pulls and calls me all the time? I ought to have learnt my lessons by now, yet, for some reason, I have chosen to be stubborn over again, ignoring the messages passed to me. The tears rushed to my eyes once more, the pain of his words stinging my heart.I swallowed hard, wanting to think about anything but that particular person. That same person who gets a hold of me now and then, who gets me wanting to figure out more.How could I have been so foolish?.....All this while, he was only using me, and even compared me with them.I was nothing like them. Maybe you are. My subconscious said. "You better be quiet" I said out loud. "Nia" The call my of my name, snapped me out the swirl of thoughts, eyes peering out the kitchen

The day seemed really long. Eyes glancing at my wristwatch once again to know the time, as every part of me was eager to get off this seat. Miss Clara, the history teacher wasn't even helping matters at all. At every word she uttered I could feel myself zoning out. I was over here in History class, and I must say it's the most ear-aching subject I've ever taken. Glancing at the students around me, some appeared to be sleeping off, some peered out the window, out looking the field ahead, others conversed with whoever was nearby, anything but paying attention to the history teacher was done at this very moment. The sound of the bell rang, got every student up their feet, a sigh escaping my lips at the save of break hour. Students hurried out of class at once, Miss Clara yelling for us to take a stop, yet, no one seemed to pay the woman any attention. Break hour meant break hour. Not even the authority of a teacher could stop the feet of food-longing students. "Don't forget your A

Day of prom....I ran to and fro in my bedroom, heart thumping while I checked the time, realising I had a few minutes left.Cameron would be here any second, and I still wasn't dressed. I had just stepped out of the shower, body dripping wet, while a stack of clothes was laid on my bed. Could I at least get myself in check at this very hour, all confusion could return afterwards, but certainly not now. Snatching my red lace panties off the dresser, I placed it on immediately, pairing it up with my strapless red lace bra. Moving over to the mirror hung on the wall in my room, I stared blankly at my reflection, my eyes accessing every bit of me. I looked a complete mess—Hair scattered all over the place, water dripping down my skin, eyes looking weak, I seemed to have given all hope, not until the arrival of my mom left a bit in my heart. She took in the state of the room, eyes widening in shock. "I'll pick them up" I said at once. Turning to my figure sat right in front of the