Lauren! Who did ya think it was? Renesme Cullen?
"Hey! I'm Lauren, and I'm 11...Erm...I'm homeschooled I love animals and my favorite colors are Black and Red. I'm not christian, I'm agnostic. And I'm taken by my dream guy, Jacob heart I spend my weekends role playing till the morning hours and hanging with friends. PM me if you want to role play, I'm at least Semi-Lit. I'm a major Twilight Saga fan and have offically read the entire Saga in a month (Jan. 24- Feb. 24) A new reccord for me ^^ Ummm...I'm a pretty open person so if there's anything you wanna know, just ask ^^ (Except my phone#, address, perv stuff ect.)"Wow... That was written around Mid March of 2009...
A lot has changed since I got baned.
I'm now 13. Going to school. And as much as I wish it wasn't... Jacob hasnt talked to me in months and it kills me.
As I log in, it feels like taking the keys to the house I used to live in years ago when I was happy. Nothing changed in the house, like time stood still. Nothing has changed except me. All the happy memories echo through the halls, the laughter, the relaxing weekends, the love I shared. Everything is still like I left it, but the people aren't. Everyone I loved is gone, everyone that really mattered when I ws in this house... Theyre gone. And things haven't been the way they were and should be in a very very long time.
So if this were a house, I- Well I think this is only apropriate to end this with the way it all started, with a role play.
I walked up to the door step late at night, the moon shone on the house just like the way I remembered. I had the small silver key clutched into my hand so tightly it left a red mark in the shape of the key. Finally I stopped and stared at the door, the same door. The door to the house I had missed with all my being. The door to the house that was home. The door to the house where I was happy.
My hands shook as I gently put the key in its aproriate hole, my stomach flipped as the small *click* was heard when it unlocked silently. I pushed the door open and stepped into the house, it smelled musty. Not like it was suposed to smell. I remembered the airy foresty smell, because I used to leave the windows open. He loved out doors... But he wasn't here... Not for a long time.
Durring Christmas time the house smelled like trees and cinnimon, not because I baked. We would have burned the house down together if I had baked. And durring Halloween, the house smelled like sugar. But no... this was wrong.
I looked around at the silent halls... All wrong. The house was always lively. My friends made themselves at home... Yeah... She wasn't here either... She hadn't been here for a while.
I looked to the small table at the enterence and winced like I had been slapped. My hand slowly grabbed ahold of the frame and I lay it face down. I didn't need to see him. As I pulled my hand away, the tips of my fingers were laced with dust. I bit my lip and rubbed it off on my pants. Everything was wrong here. I moved through the silent house, brushing my hand against the wall and soaking in the memories. The memories of people who were all but dead now, whom I would never see again. Things that used to be normal occurances were now just memories, and I'd never have them again. His calm voice speaking to me when I couldn't sleep at night, laughing with her as we watched a movie. Never again. I stepped into the livingroom and looked around. So much was once here... I sat down on the couch looking around the dark room, the moonlight poured in from the blinds and cast shadows on the furniture. I blinked several times as I practically saw the ghosts of people from past parties, holidays, and just normal nights in the house. Happier times.
I felt tired, I slowly lowered myself into a laying position, curling into a ball that felt famliar but foriegn at the same time. My eyes were closed as I rested in the dead silence, and when I opened them I found his eyes yellow brown eyes staring into mine. His arms were wrappd around me and his smile as it used to be. March 23rd 2009... Yeah... Thats when that photo was taken. My eyes closed again as a small drop of water landed on the couch. I could almost hear his voice like a thousand nights before, "Go to sleep silly, I'll be here. I love you, goodnight" A slight smile played on my lips at the memory of his warmth. "Goodnight my love."
My hands shook as I gently put the key in its aproriate hole, my stomach flipped as the small *click* was heard when it unlocked silently. I pushed the door open and stepped into the house, it smelled musty. Not like it was suposed to smell. I remembered the airy foresty smell, because I used to leave the windows open. He loved out doors... But he wasn't here... Not for a long time.
Durring Christmas time the house smelled like trees and cinnimon, not because I baked. We would have burned the house down together if I had baked. And durring Halloween, the house smelled like sugar. But no... this was wrong.
I looked around at the silent halls... All wrong. The house was always lively. My friends made themselves at home... Yeah... She wasn't here either... She hadn't been here for a while.
I looked to the small table at the enterence and winced like I had been slapped. My hand slowly grabbed ahold of the frame and I lay it face down. I didn't need to see him. As I pulled my hand away, the tips of my fingers were laced with dust. I bit my lip and rubbed it off on my pants. Everything was wrong here. I moved through the silent house, brushing my hand against the wall and soaking in the memories. The memories of people who were all but dead now, whom I would never see again. Things that used to be normal occurances were now just memories, and I'd never have them again. His calm voice speaking to me when I couldn't sleep at night, laughing with her as we watched a movie. Never again. I stepped into the livingroom and looked around. So much was once here... I sat down on the couch looking around the dark room, the moonlight poured in from the blinds and cast shadows on the furniture. I blinked several times as I practically saw the ghosts of people from past parties, holidays, and just normal nights in the house. Happier times.
I felt tired, I slowly lowered myself into a laying position, curling into a ball that felt famliar but foriegn at the same time. My eyes were closed as I rested in the dead silence, and when I opened them I found his eyes yellow brown eyes staring into mine. His arms were wrappd around me and his smile as it used to be. March 23rd 2009... Yeah... Thats when that photo was taken. My eyes closed again as a small drop of water landed on the couch. I could almost hear his voice like a thousand nights before, "Go to sleep silly, I'll be here. I love you, goodnight" A slight smile played on my lips at the memory of his warmth. "Goodnight my love."
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