The-Rockstar-Writer

~Vivian Hale~ Every morning I woke up warm, my body wrapped up in my favorite fleece blanket. It was a beautiful blanket, with a white base color and beautiful snowflakes stitched in. This blanket has been on my bed since the day my parents decided that I was too old for a crib - since I was a small toddler, even as a child, I never would’ve out grown that crib until I was maybe 7 or 8. When I was 3, I got my own room and my own bed. The room I still sleep in today is the one that they gave me when I was removed from my crib. Wrapped up in my arms was a small, worn teddy bear. He was a light brown, with button eyes that had to be stit

The dark night did not show any glittering stars in the cool air. The moon seemed to be the only light in the sky - it's cold glow shining down on Bishwich Manor as the warm afternoon air retreated into the early night hours rather fast to all the residents. But, as always, they were much too busy to notice that the lights exiting every window of the manor was the reason for the stars to be absent in the sky. The head of the manor, Isaac O’ Malley, was by far the most oblivious to the lack of stars. His light grey, worn eyes were locked on the documentation lying on his desk, written in dark ink on thick white paper. They were like thi

Just relax Just talk about it It is all in your head Forgive and forget. Where am I? I do not remember Fear coursing and bubbling through It is all in my head? Just relax Just talk about it It is all in your head Forgive and forget. What is my name? I can not be a burden to the people around me Could this ever end? It is all in my head? Just relax Just talk about it It is all in your head Forgive and forget. What if? What if not? What if? It is not all in my head. Just relax Just talk about it It is all in your head Forgive and forget. I can not relax I can not talk about it It is not in my head I can not forgive and forget. It is a s