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Post by feiara vd leyen on Jun 9, 2011 8:54:00 GMT -5
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Post by corbett on Jun 9, 2011 15:43:04 GMT -5
 Corbett
hates life, hates you,
hates the way she looks naked.
Now she's feeling drowsy, lousy
thinking maybe this world's better off without me[/font] The small girl jumped a little as a familiar buzz sounded in her jean's pocket. A slight sigh shifted through her body as she pulled the touch-screen from her pocket. A name blared under the caller ID, it seemed to scream at Corb..Ice gripped her heart, and slowed her breathing. Her deer like eyes grew wider, she wanted to throw the phone into the trash can, but she knew it'd be worse if the call was left unanswered..Trembling fingers slid the talk button on the phone screen, and the sinister voice slithered into her ear..
"Hey Baby..Daddy miss-"
The phone was no longer in her pale hand, and her slender body was now on the floor...Corbett shook her head, raven like hair cascaded gently back into place, as she attempted to make sense of what happened..
Green tinted eyes drifted upward onto the blonde-haired bombshell that stood infront of her...The women looked like Syrena..
"Syren-..."
The soft whisper was cut off, by the loud brutal shouts that were echoing from her phone, which now lay cracked on the ground a few feet away from Corb..Scrambling, she reached over grabbed the phone, and slid the end call button, but as soon as she did the phone started buzzing again..its screen illuminated with the name, Blaze..Corbett slipped the phone back into her pocket, knowing she'd pay the price later...
Gentle eyes turned back to the women that still towered above her, and it slowly dawned on Corb that she was still on the ground... Lyric like voice tumbled out, timid and hesitant..
"i..I'm sorry."
As the the short, five foot three, teenager stood up from the ground, her face now expressionless any trace of emotion just barely being shown in her eyes..
i'm so sorry for all that i've done
i'm so sorry for what i've become [/font] *sorry suckish post on my part* |
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Post by feiara vd leyen on Jun 9, 2011 17:30:36 GMT -5
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