|Girl in the shadows, waiting...|
Stay Alive, page 4My heart began to speed up again, as if it was about to explode. I got dizzy, and the room suddenly began to move, as if I had smoked something.Stay Alive, page 4 by Maritse
I stood up, looked him in the eyes and tried to smile. He looked down for a moment and I could see how his perfect cheeks began to blush. I got nervous.
He looked up again, smiling.
"Would you mind if we sit together and have a little chat, maybe have a drink together?" he asked.
You are not thin enough...
Look at yourself! He is just trying to trick you, because he can see all the fat, hanging on your miserable body!
I can't take this!
You have to lose more weight, you can't look like this you fat pig, how can you even look at yourself in the mirror?
"Are you okay?"
I felt terrible. I could feel the blood running. Running down from my wrist, on me legs, down to me feet, on my neck. I felt my heart bleeding, because it was true. He could see all of it, all of me, all of this. How could this perfect creature, this beautiful ind
Stay Alive, page 3My name is Alex. Alexandoria Goodwill.Stay Alive, page 3 by Maritse
I am 21 years old and I live in a small apartment in Denver.
My current weight is 48 kg and my height is 172 cm .
Before everything went wrong, I lived on the country side with my mom and dad. We lived on a nice, little farm. We had a couple of horses, a dog and a cat. Oh yeah, and some chickens.
We were surrounded by the beautiful fields, the mighty mountains and we could always hear the voice of nature. My parents grew the land, and they loved it, almost as much as they loved each other. They found some kind of spiritual peace by harvesting and afterwards, plant new life into the ground. They enjoyed to take care of the animals and watch them grow and live in peace. Besides that, my dad, a brave young man with taste for life, was a writer. He often wrote poems and lyrics, but mostly he had a book, waiting for the last word on the last side, and then sell it. My mom, a beautiful young woman with sky high ambitions, took care of me and dad,
Stay Alive, page 2The music is pumping inside of the four walls that consist of my room, my only private life, except from my own hidden world inside my head. Of course.Stay Alive, page 2 by Maritse
The whole world is grey, even the color of the music is grey today. My hair is darker than normal. But the music lifts my mood, and makes me feel alive.
I close my eyes and let the music into my soul, let it suck all I got and leaves an empty feeling. The music gets more violent, increases in tact with my inner storm.
"can't somebody help me, all I need is to be, loved just for me"
The voice fades away, and the music is speaking for itself now. I am just waiting for my voice to speak again.
"giving you this and that, giving gave nothing back, it's all related to all the things I do feeling like a fool inside, seeing all the things you tried.
I am nothing."
While I'm laying in my messy apartment, with an ocean of things, I think of him. I haven't been thinking of him for a long time - something else has been on my min
Hi, my name is Maria and i am 17 years old. I love to ride and draw horses (digital and traditional).|
Im here at Deviantart because I would like to get some inspiration and become better at drawing.
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Indie, Alternative
Faveourite actors: Viggo Mortensen, Kristen Stewart, Jim Carrey and Eddie Murphy
Favourite writer: Stephenie Meyer.
Favourite books: The Twilight Saga, Golak, the dead country.
Favourite style of art: Traditional and digital
Favourite animal: Horses, of course
Favourite thing to do: Drawing and listen to music.
Favourite movie: The lord of the rings!!!
Favourite genre: Fantasy!
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