TobyValentine

~Chapter One~ The halls were busy. Much busier than usual now that I think of it. It seems as though everyone is early today. There's thirty minutes before the warning bell even rings, which lets you know you've got five minutes to get to class. Everyone pushes and shoves me around and I get a few name calls directed at me. Nothing unusual for a morning, though, for high school everyone's still immature. Honestly we're all around fourteen or more yet they act like small children no older than six. Then again, who am I to judge? I don't fit in with the normal crowd anyways so, maybe that's normal for them. I wouldn't know because I've been a

Tense, my muscles knot against my spine. Cold, shivering as the cold air rushes in. Pain, the blade slices through porcelain skin. Blood, small beads form upon the surface. Comfort, the sight of the red is calming. Breathing, slowly steadies itself from raggedness. Pulse, new heartbeats form new beads along the thin line. Metal, so cold against warm skin. Forget, stress from today and yesterday, maybe tomorrow. Calm, for now, the raging demons subside. Regret, nothing that's being done. Fear, is something that is imaginary. Everything, that is in the world is blood. Nothingness, just shadows fill the world. Blades,

As darkness creeps up on the streets, rattling of chain echoes upon stone walls, an awful grinding sound as the gates heave open, the smell of grime and fear. They march towards the platform, having no choice but to obey,so lonesome and bewildered, you can see the whites of their eyes. Sold off like animals, one-by-one, until they're only a few. The hoarse shouts of the slavers, and the bidding of the men, the young ones still in shackles, and the old are left behind. Wars over merchandise are waged and won, the last slave comes to stand, not a boy but barely a man, sold off for slaughter in a rich lord's army. Such is the li

Sensual and fragrant, Deep burgundy, white and violet, As sweet as the sunshine against my face, The lush of the green, The cool of the flowing water, bubbling as is washed over rock. Petals soft as silk, The stream caresses my fingertips as I scoop up a blossom, Such and earthy sweet aroma, Sweet yet musty, like fallen leaves in the forest, Gentle and delicate the petals fall against my chest. The elegance of a sea of green and colour, Their scent fills the air, And for a moment I lose my self among them, As I lie with them is the stream, I'm lost among the waterlilies.